1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls - Sex Stories

1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls

... bending over me to make kind of a pyramid. Hally was near my feet and I felt her hand begin to massage my balls. “Go ahead and touch them, Brian,” Krista S. said. She took my hands and brought them up to Kristen and Emily’s breasts. As I started to fondle them, the two girls began to stare each other in the eyes. Within a half minute they were making out with each other above me. I twisted nipples that I couldn’t see as Krista S. started to French kiss me. Krista W. moaned in pleasure as my penis began to get hard again. “It’s working! Don’t stop.” Continuing to massage the nipples and breasts above me with my left hand, I reached above me with my right hand and started to rub Krista’s back. Exploring, I found her front and started to rub the small mound of flesh which was her right breast. The girl tensed and moaned. “Do you want to get me wet, Brian?” “Yes.” Krista S. kissed me one more time and then stood. When she sat back down, it was on my face. For a moment, I thought I wouldn’t be able to breathe, but she wasn’t actually sitting on me; she had propped herself up with her hands. Up close, I could tell that her pussy truly was bald, perfectly waxed. Tentative, I kissed her lips, and, finding there to be no taste, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. This brought a faint saltiness as I tasted where she’d already been wet, but as there was no hair, it wasn’t unpleasant in the least. I started to suck on her clit and she let out a high pitched moan. My hands continued ...

... to explore Kristen and Emily and eventually found both of their pussies, which I began to rub. Krista W. had her tongue rotating around my penis and Hally was massaging one leg while she massaged my balls with her other hand. All of this stimulus was having the desired effect on my penis. It grew harder by the second, until Krista W. could no longer fit the whole thing in her mouth and Hally started to rub its base along with my balls. After a few minutes I started to struggle up. All of the girls moved off of me. “I’m ready, Krista. Lay down if you’re ready too.” She knelt in front of me and was panting heavily, legs spread, vagina gleaming in the emergency lights. The other girls made way for her to lay on the couch cushions. When she did, she held her arms out to me invitingly. I lay on top of her and kissed her. “I love you, Brian,” she whispered in my ear. “I love you, too, Krista,” I replied as I used my hips to probe for her pussy. “I wanted you to be first.” “It’s okay. It’ll last longer like this, right? That’s what I’ve heard, anyway.” “I guess so.” Finally, my penis found her opening, but it was sealed nearly shut, tighter even than Kristen had been. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, and she smiled at me. “Fill me up, Brian.” Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled, bringing my head into her pussy. Gently, I pressed forward until I couldn’t anymore. “Clench your teeth,” I warned her, and she obliged. With all the force I could muster, I pushed forward, breaking her ...