The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

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I slid my hand down inside her pj bottoms and groped her ass.

“Did you want him to do this?” I asked, grabbing at her ass cheeks hard, massaging them.

Tara moaned and her hands rediscovered their life a little.

“Not in a nightclub I didn’t!” she moaned.

“If you weren’t? What if he’d taken you outside somewhere quiet? Would you have resisted him then? Would you have wanted his hand grabbing your ass like this?” I asked.

“No, that would have been too much. I would have said no,” she replied, unconvincingly.

I pushed her onto her back and slid my hand down the front of her pj bottoms, over her clean-shaven pussy and pushed her legs apart, with no resistance, she spread them wide for me.

“What about if he’d lifted your dress, where no one could see and slid his hand inside your knickers like this? Would you have stopped him, even though you were soaking for him?” I pressed.

Tara moaned as my hand worked down the inside of her thighs and back up, grazing the swollen outside of her pussy. My mind piqued a little; she only ever swelled up down there when she was turned on, like when we watched porn together. I knew this meant one thing.

In one moment, I swiped my fingers over her spread pussy. I had never, ever felt her as wet as she was then. Her pussy juice was practically running out. She was dripping like I’d never known.

She gasped as I grazed her soaking wetness. “Ah, of course, I’d have stopped him.”

I pushed my fingers down over ...

... her opening; I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I’d never felt anything like it.

“The big question is, though, would you have wanted to stop him, or would you have wanted his fingers inside you like this?” I asked, slipping two fingers deep inside her.

Tara moaned deeply and pushed herself onto my fingers, trying to get them further inside her.

“I think you wanted him to do this to you, I don’t think you could have stopped him if he’d taken you outside. Am I right?” I asked, increasing the pace of my fingers inside her as she pushed onto them, her rhythm increasing as she pushed back onto me, matching my rhythm.

“I, I don’t think I could have stopped myself, I’m sorry.” Tara gasped as she practically fucked my two fingers.

I was fingering her hard with anger and lust in a mixture I’d never felt before. My heart was practically pounding out of my chest. I knelt up, withdrawing my fingers, and making Tara gasp with disappointment. I grabbed her pj bottoms and practically ripped them down so her bottom half was naked before dragging her top over her head so she was completely naked in front of me. Looking down on what was my perfect fiancee only a few days earlier to see her as a dirty, wanton cheat was too much.

I moved myself to her side and pulled her legs wide apart, sliding three fingers back deep inside her. She resumed pushing herself onto me and reached for her clit with her hand. I pulled her hand away and instead, started to grind the palm of my hand ...