Debauched Obsession - Sex Stories

Debauched Obsession

... spot. I can’t remember if I moaned, though I think I did. The combination of feeling his syrupy essence against my skin, and the sight that it was visible to others, made me act without a further thought. Before I realised what I was doing, my hand was in my panties gathering it. My need was off the charts. I must have been flushed all over. I circled my finger around my clit, feeling my solid little nub proud and sensitive, slick with Josh’s cum, and urgently demanding relief.

The professor's microphone screeched on, forcing me to withdraw my fingers. Frustrated, I plugged in the cable, and seated myself. I glanced to my right and noticed that the two guys were awfully red-faced now. Whilst the computer did its thing and the professor read through his introduction, I found myself completely powerless. I played with the tacky cum in my fingers and tasted it with an audible “Mmm”.

I’d already licked the ‘lip-gloss’ Josh had painted on me off, so I topped it up. I still had a generous glob in my fingers. I looked over at the guys again – catching the longer-haired one’s eye and licked my finger in an almost idle way. There was a burst of tang in my mouth, and I swirled it around with my tongue.

There was still a smallish dollop left in my grip. I smiled smugly to myself, looking at the white blob, and then I smeared it down my neck. Not caring, I took my phone out and snapped a cheeky selfie, checking to make sure you could see the shine in the image. I sent it to ...

... Josh, with the caption “I ran out of perfume, so I used your cum.” I felt depraved in the best way.

When I walked to my next lecture, I felt his cum ooze over the seam of my panties. Other people might panic. It was already quite clear that there was a wet patch on my crotch and between my legs. I didn’t care, I relished the feeling of his cum oozing down my inner thigh. It took everything I had to not skip class. I knew if I did, there would be no way Josh would let me cum. He would have known if I cheated, he always did. The deprivation would have been worse.

Jesus.

Back in my bed, the boys stir but don’t wake. I can feel the heat radiate off them as I finger my cum covered tummy. Lazily drawing my finger through it. Occasionally idly taking a taste. Which triggered a distant memory about my former girlfriend Malia.

My polyamorous, female-only relationship was full of cummy kisses. When our mouths were all full of our three-lady cocktail, I’d always be ready to explode again. Malia loved to viciously finger my cunt and blow on my clit for my ‘last’ orgasm of the interlude. Jen would watch, ready to slap my bundle of nerves hard at just the right time to make me buck wildly and scream. I can’t tell you how many times poor Malia got kicked in the head before they started restraining me for that part. Not that the restraints helped, they just added another kink to my basket.

Malia is bisexual like me. She was generally the good girl, so it was a little bit ...