The Squad - Sex Stories

The Squad

... mobile phone in his hand. I blew him a kiss, something special for his enjoyment later.

Then Jules set me down, sitting upright on the sofa, and for the first time, his cock slid out of my pussy.

He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, and then I felt his hands grasp my blouse collar on each side, and with one huge effort, he ripped it apart, buttons flying off everywhere.

There was a gasp from the assembled group. Underneath, there was only my black bodystocking. Then he grasped each shoulder strap in turn and ripped them apart too, before pulling the flimsy material down to expose my breasts. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he sucked each nipple in turn, rolling each between his fingers, increasing my sensitivity. Finally, he kissed me on the lips and pushed his tongue inside my mouth while lining up his hips to resume our intercourse.

In this position, he was able to push a hand between our bodies and rub my clit with his fingers. I was in heaven, and I came again almost immediately.

I felt the presence of other men close to me, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see one masturbating his cock, his fantasies being fuelled by watching Jules fuck me. He kneeled next to me on the cushion, then increased the speed of his hand until he grunted and the cum lept from his cock, arcing across to my face. A blob landed on my eyelid, more on my cheek, and some on the remnants of my blouse.

I sensed him move away, then the cushions were squashed again, ...

... and I felt the vibrations of another cock being hammered over me until another load of cum splashed my hair, face, and shoulders.

They patiently waited for their turn. One after the other, they frotted over me, and semen splashed across my head, my face, and my body. One or two turned my head and fucked my mouth while they wanked, their cum landing on my lips and tongue. I swallowed every drop greedily while they played with themselves.

Jules kept up his steady thrusting, constantly fingering my clitty. My eyes were shut tight, covered in cum. Jules’ fucking and fingering gave me a constant sequence of orgasms; I had no notion of the passage of time or how many times I had thrust and squirmed in ultimate pleasure. But there was not an inexhaustible supply of cocks in the room, and the time arrived when I realised there were no more sounds of masturbation. It was just me and Jules.

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4: Stefan

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Kirsten pulled a swivel chair from behind the screen, then sat down, her legs splayed out in front of me, her skirt stretched wide, and her pussy open and inviting—if I had been able to move. She started to play with herself, wetting her fingers in her mouth before pushing the same slimy digits between her pussy lips.

On the screen, I saw a black, long cock being pushed inside Angelica’s mouth, then thrust deep inside her. The head travelled into her throat, its bulge punching the flesh of her neck out. I heard my wife gagging and watched her body convulsing as she ...