Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

... I walked, my pussy ached with lust from the friction of movement against my cunt hole by my sodden knickers, jammed tightly between my labia.

“I wish to explain, to put your mind at rest,” she began.

“The reason we film,” she continued, “is not for titillation or to broadcast it, but to keep everyone in check; if I were to allow all and sundry to blab about our actions here, we’d be pilloried, this way I can ensure silence. No one will want these tapes to be aired to others; most have too high a profile to risk that.”

I hadn’t even considered it might be a porn video. I knew that porn actors had to be eighteen; myself, and probably the other girls, were not, but this was just an insurance policy, never to be seen.

“Why did you show it?” I questioned, trying not to visibly squirm my hips; my pussy was now aching for attention.

“I’ve an inkling someone didn’t believe we had tapes in the cameras,” she replied, “so I decided to prove otherwise.”

She gave me that evil smile. She’d certainly proved it.

“I think Chrissie will want to bunk up with you,” she continued, “I’ll see you tomorrow; we’ll talk about your enrollment then.”

She kissed me and gave me a stroke over the crotch of my wet panties, finding the fabric already hidden between my labia. “Oh,” I let out an involuntary groan as the material rubbed my clitoris harder.

“My, you’re streaming! Another shower for you, young lady,” she exclaimed.

She increased the upward pressure, lifting me ...

... onto tip-toes.

“Or perhaps…” she added with a smile.

I went back and joined the others. Jill said George was sharing with her, and I should go with Chrissie for the night, which I was very glad about; I needed either a serious girlie fuck, or to just bring myself off, as I’d not be able to sleep otherwise.

We went upstairs to the dorm; a few other girls were there already, paired up, one with a guy whom she was riding. The lights were low, the sounds of their coupling more apparent due to the relative darkness.

Bedside lamps showed movements, and the girl mounted on the guy was bathed in profile by the light beside her, showing her small breasts and pert nipples, and her face, with eyes half closed, biting her bottom lip, a beautiful sex face. I could feel her ecstasy and was more than keen to get to Chrissie’s bed.

“Veronica said I should shower,” I stated half-heartedly.

“No point yet,” she countered, “I’m really horny from seeing the film, and what with George poking Jill in front of us, I really need some girlie love.”

Chrissie and I undressed, each helping the other out of her clothes until in just our knickers.

“No, leave them on,” said Chrissie as I bent to take hers down.

We got onto the bed and caressed. I loved the feel of her hands and fingers over my drenched cotton panties; it was more erotic than direct touch.

She pressed the soaking gusset that was between my labia, and it went deeper into my tunnel. I returned the favour. Her silky ...