Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

I really shouldn’t have been surprised; it was Veronica.

“You see, I can allow your pleasure, Andrea,” she said with a smile.

She pressed the still-running vibrator to my lips.

“Taste yourself,” she commanded.

I obeyed, licking the toy, taking it in my mouth a little; it tasted of myself and all the men who had cum into me earlier, and feeling the vibrations against my tongue, teeth, and cheek.

She twisted it as she gently pushed it into my mouth, a little further each time, until it was far inside, buzzing against the roof of my mouth. When she was satisfied, she withdrew it.

It was time to shower. Chrissie and I each put on the nearest white dress, mine was a size too large, and she and Veronica, who had thrown on her dress, took me through a beautiful hallway and up a wide flight of stairs to the first floor.

I hadn’t taken much notice of the size of the building as it was already dark when we had arrived; the more I saw of it, the more impressive it was.

We walked along a corridor, and through a door into a large shower room; several people were there of both sexes, a few mutually washing each other under the water jets.

“Towels here,” Veronica pointed to a pile on a bench. “Soaps and everything are hanging up.”

With that, she stripped out of her dress, walked beneath a shower head, and began to wash.

I looked at Chrissie.

“Come on,” she said, taking off her dress, she followed Veronica. I removed mine and joined them.

The water was ...

... beautifully hot. Lathering a bar of soap, I began to wash, exploring myself as I did so. Some parts were a little tender; Veronica had left red finger marks around my tits and my inner thighs, where she had pulled me around during the threesome with George and Felicity.

I slid the soap around my body, and as it washed away the mess of sex, I felt the clean squeak of my skin, although I still leaked profusely from my sodden cunt; the heat of the water soothed my aching back where I’d been bent backward over the sofa seat when Felicity sat on me and rode my tongue and nips.

Applying shampoo to my hair, I closed my eyes to the sting of the soapy water.

I felt hands rest on my waist – male hands; I pretended to be unaware and continued to wash the shampoo from my hair.

Feeling no rebuttal from my movements, the hands moved from waist to bum, where one hand stayed, massaging and squeezing; the other ventured down further, following the running water between my bottom cheeks, pressing my anus for a second, and from there between my thighs.

I bent forward slightly, allowing greater access, and the fingers slid along, between my wet labia, and I automatically moved back a little more to make them press against my clitoris.

“Good girl,” I heard uttered behind me – certainly a male voice.

This was all very well, but I was meant to get clean, not dirtier; by now, I knew I was a plaything here and would have to submit to whoever wanted me. I tingled all over at the ...