Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

... guy took his place.

I blushed as I looked at myself. Never having seen film of me before (in those days, holiday snaps and school photos were as good as it got), it looked odd; the sounds were the thing for me, and hearing my muffled grunts and the voices of the others heightened my arousal.

Watching and hearing myself being screwed was affecting me; seeing my bottom and soaking, open cunnie for a few moments as the first guy withdrew and the next invaded me, ‘you do look rather delicious,’ I thought to myself.

Now the camera had panned to another girl; I could tell it was Chrissie by the colour of her muff. She was lying on a table, her dress, pushed inside-out over her head, held tightly across her face, being used to restrain her arms as they were pulled up, as if she were surrendering.

I couldn’t see who was fucking her; the image showed just the cock as it burrowed into her, and the sounds again, Chrissie’s moans and the squelch of their union, were most erotic to me; I was dampening my knickers quite severely.

On each side of her stood a guy, each holding a well-aroused erection and rubbing it against her breasts, making them wet and glistening with pre-cum. One then moved up to her face and pressed his tool to her mouth, the thin cotton fabric preventing any entry of that part of her.

He brought himself off and came onto the dress covering her mouth; the camera zoomed in, and you could see her tongue licking on the inside of the fabric, tasting the ...

... fluid as it soaked through the thin material.

The guy inside her had cum too, and the camera moved to capture her pussy as the next man took his place; she was wet and slippery, and her sex shone. He entered her fully in one motion.

It panned to another table; Kirsty, whom Chrissie had pointed out earlier, naked apart from her garland, sat on the edge; Felicity knelt behind her, fucking her with a vibrator.

I could see Felicity was receiving oral pleasure, sitting on another girl's face; I couldn’t tell who; she was lying prone on the table, as Mat, I recognised, held her legs together by her ankles, pulled at ninety degrees to his right, so he was inside her sideways, pumping his long weapon into her.

The camera zoomed in on Kirsty’s cunnie, the vibrator sliding in and out, the sound of it...

I now had a really wet cunnie; my knickers were quite soaked. I noticed George, sitting next to me, had his hand between Jill’s open legs.

“You look very, very, hot there,” he said to her.

So that was her eating Felicity while being banged by Mat; putting a face to her prone form made it even sexier. I squirmed so my knickers rubbed against my labia, opening them and getting the gusset wedged tightly into the valley, I could then wank myself by moving backwards and forwards, so the constrained cotton pressed and rubbed the hood of my clit; a good trick I’d discovered to make chemistry lessons interesting…

Jill slipped off the sofa and helped George out of his jeans ...