Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... me, and then getting her friend, a total stranger, to screw me so that I could lose my virginity. I decided I’d kick myself forever if I didn’t go through with it and began to wonder what Aunt Wanda’s friend was going to be like and whether I’d still think it was a good idea if I didn’t fancy her. I decided to cross that bridge when I came to it and said a little prayer, hoping that she’d be as hot as Aunt Wanda and her other friends. I refocused on the screen to see Daisy and Poppy breaking away from a full on kiss. They were still stood on the coffee table. There was no sound, but I could make out that Poppy was saying something. Dave got up and moved to the other sofa and Poppy got down off the table and walked over to him. Daisy had started dancing in front of Ringo, wiggling her hips while placing one hand on the back of her head, the other on her stomach. I imagined that my two friends must have been hard again, as I was turned on just watching the action on screen. I wondered how they’d control themselves and whether it bothered them. Thinking back on what had happened in the back of the taxi, I figured they probably weren’t that hung up about it, certainly not to the extent that I was. That prompted me to think about what would happen when Aunt Wanda came back in and danced for me. I hadn’t masturbated for four days and I knew it wasn’t going to take much to set me off. I reckoned that only a little contact and I’d be in the same boat as Milky Pants that Ringo had ...

... joked about earlier. I started to think that I should quickly go and jack-off in the bathroom, but that had its own complications. How quickly would I be able to perform again? Would Aunt Wanda be upset if I wasn’t hard straight away when she danced for me? Would I feel really guilty afterwards and not go through with any of it? I started to touch my cock through my trousers as I watched Daisy wiggle her bum inches from Ringo’s face. Poppy was just slipping out of her tight little white dress in front of Dave when the screen blinked again. A bedroom appeared in place of the front room. It looked very plush but there was no one in there. I cursed my luck. I looked towards the door leading to the en suite bathroom, wondering how much time I’d got before Aunt Wanda re-appeared. I decided it wasn’t worth the risk to go and masturbate. I figured if I came when Aunt Wanda danced, then so be it. Hopefully, she’d understand, just as she had about everything else so far. If I managed to hold out during the dance, it would also mean a better orgasm when I lost my virginity. I got up and opened the bathroom door. It was quite spacious and housed a tidy shower cubicle, toilet and wash basin. It had been about ten minutes since Aunt Wanda had gone. Did I have time for a quick shower? I looked back at the screen and got my answer. There, in her birthday suit, was Aunt Wanda soaping her huge tits in a large shower cubicle. I blinked, not quite believing what I was seeing. The camera must have ...