A Move To England Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Move To England Part 1

... to stiffen once more.

Aoife noticed and gave it a tug, saying, “You like wearing my knickers don’t you?”

I gave an embarrassed nod. The rest of the ferry ride was uneventful until we were approaching Liverpool. I said, “I need a pee.”

Aoife replied, “Can I come with you?”

So off we went to the toilet together again. Once inside, I was about to get my dick out for a slash.

Aoife stopped me. “Piss in my knickers.”

“Pardon?” I replied.

"You heard. Piss in my knickers.”

I stood there and released a steady stream. It came through the lace material and fell on the floor. Aoife watched intently. When the last drop fell, she leaned forward and kissed my cock through the soiled panties. It seemed wrong, but felt so right. My cock stiffened instantly. Aoife released my hard cock from the piss panties and started to wank me off. I came inside two minutes, Aoife catching the spunk in the ruined panties. She slid the panties down my legs. I stepped out of them. Aoife then picked them up, gave them a sniff, then licked the spunk piss mixture. Standing up, she kissed me. I could taste the sweet taste of the piss and the slightly salty taste of the cum. Aoife then hitched her skirt and put her piss cum stained panties back on, rubbing them around her crotch.

Aoife pushed me onto my knees. “Eat me.”

I licked and sucked at those soiled panties like a man possessed. I felt Aoife’s orgasm seep through the already soaking panties. Holding my mouth over her crotch, ...

... I savoured the taste and smell. We got dressed with Aoife, leaving the panties on.

Once in Liverpool, we were to stay with Aoife’s aunt for one night. Aisling would come for us tomorrow. After a few wrong turns, we eventually found the house. Aoife knocked on the door, setting off the dog. This middle-aged woman appeared. She gave Aoife a big hug, then looked me up and down.

“You,” she said, “will be sleeping on the in the living room.”

She made us dinner, and we spent a pleasant evening in front of the TV. When it was 10, Aoife's aunt declared it was bedtime. Off they went, leaving me alone. Once I was sure they were in bed, I started to have a wank, thinking of the day’s events. This brought me to a quick climax, which I caught in my hand, then fed into my mouth. I had decided I liked the taste of spunk. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to sounds and smells from the kitchen. Pots and pans clanking, the aroma of smoked bacon and a soft voice in song.

Suddenly, a face poked through the serving hatch. “Breakfast will be up in ten minutes, get yourself washed.”

Following breakfast, Aoife and I decided to take a stroll around Liverpool. It was nice walking the streets without checkpoints and soldiers. There were some similarities with home. The dilapidated buildings and rows of terraced houses. Aoife's sister was picking us up later on.

Mid-afternoon, a car pulled up, and Aisling stepped out of the passenger side.

“Hi, sis. Long time no see,” said ...