The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

... felt.

Thin and deep but he seemed to know what to do, he was taller than Marlon and stood as tall as he could to get his cock to rub past my G spot on the way in and out. He thrust hard and fast, sawing like he was trying cause the cool of my washed out pussy to become a raging inferno of friction. In addition my natural lube had to reapply itself, there was a little lasting ache from the time it was dry till the time my body recoated itself and his member.

I think 'Stan' was young because he didn't attempt to hold out, he sawed himself back and forth quickly, like he had more than one thing to do today and he was late already. He also seemed to realize he might be longer than my vagina and held back from bumping into my cervix.

I lost count of the strokes, there was no way to match the pace of his hips to my hands or I would have worked Diego's poor penis till the skin fell off. Instead I noticed Diego made delighted noises when I put more emphasis on the pull towards me instead of the push away. His wife Jill fondled his balls and encouraged him to spill his seed on my face, which he managed just as Stan whipped his cock out and unloaded as instructed on top of my arse. I could feel it running down my crack to my anus and Stan pushed the liquid into my anal passage and smeared it around the entrance.

Jill gathered up her husband's seed and pushed it between my lips, made me lick her fingers dry then licked the remaining sticky jizz from the side of my cheek ...

... and licked my lips with little flickers of her tongue. Diego hissed his approval at the sight, 'I have always wanted to see that slut mouth on my wife's, I am looking forward to further adventures.'

Damn, does everyone in the world have thoughts they never say? Fantasies they never let out until someone lets them off the chain or perhaps more to the point, puts someone on it. It's just fortunate this time that the person on the chain is more deviant than the people let off it.

The eye blinder over my eyes was designed to be absorbent to sweat of the night, nothing night terrors will handle but enough to make Ms. Pretty wake up looking sweet to her sweetheart. The activities we are engaging in however are more sweat inducing than the eye blinder mask is rated for. I could feel my hair getting damp and sticking to my forehead, the people around me must be imagining that the lack of eyesight would increase my level of helplessness.

All it was doing was making my hearing sharper and giving me the ability to imagine people I would actually like to fuck me, or it turns out, people I really really wouldn't.

So I started imagining everyone in the room was someone I shouldn't have, gang members, rapists, keen pimply and inexperienced eighteen year old teens teens, diseased cocks and cunts...ok, ok, too far even for my perverted brain, walk two of those back, what else?

A new pussy was placed against my right hand, softer, no hair, and in addition there were some straps ...