Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

... squeezed it hard to his hip, with my left foot dangling still, at least eighteen inches off the floor.

His length didn’t seem to end as gravity pulled me onto him, hitting my G-spot. It sparked a pleasure pulse as he slid deeper into me, his tool raking hard against the right side of my tunnel as my left leg still hung in mid-air, flashing delicious pleasure-pain, making me grimace.

With a will, I managed to wrap both my legs around his hips; he could now go fully into me more comfortably without the risk of accidentally falling out; he held me under my bum and pressed me hard to the wall.

“Oh fuck,” I uttered, with a gasp as the air inside me, both in my lungs and my pussy, was forced out violently. “You’re up between my tits in there!” I whimpered.

My eyes wide, my mouth open; shocked, this was the face he wanted to see. His smile as he looked at me, drinking in my wantonly contorted visage, told everything. I think I was meeting expectations.

The shower rained hot water on us.

He kissed me roughly as he screwed me, my head tilted sharply upwards to his, both of us grunting with the effort of each thrust, him pushing me up the tiled wall, his tool bashing my depth and lifting me upwards; the violence as with each push he collided with my cervix, knocking the breath out of me.

“I was so… looking… forward… to this,” he groaned, between the work of his tool spiking me.

My cunnie felt like it was full near to busting, but the tightness wasn’t painful; I ...

... was monstrously wet, and the stretching and the pressure of him hitting my depth with each thrust was a massive turn-on, wetting me even more. I squelched so noisily on each upward thrust it was audible to me over the hiss of the showers.

The wetness seeped out of me and covered my crotch and his weapon, viscously flowing around my anus and bottom cheeks so he had to grip me ever tighter to keep a firm hold.

Being screwed by a man I’d never seen before tonight, his taking me so forcefully for his pleasure, added to the fact I knew at least Chrissie and Veronica, probably more, were watching. My exhibitionist tendencies, mere fantasy before, were being given full reign.

All this heightened the already monumental arousal, and on the next thrust, I came in an absolute flood, gasping open-mouthed and squirming, skewered upon his weapon as the orgasms peaked and peaked.

“Oh, Andrea - that’s the face I wanted to see!” he exclaimed.

While this was happening, I peeped around his arm, and through the steam, I could dimly see Chrissie and Veronica, as well as several others. Veronica bent to whisper in Chrissie’s ear, and Chrissie moved to my right; I turned my face to her, and she kissed an open-mouthed kiss, slipping her tongue into my gasping mouth, sliding a hand down to my cunnie and feeling the cock as it drove into me.

“Oh wow, you areimmensely wet!” she whispered.

“Ugh – ugh - ugh,” was all I could utter; still in the throes of orgasm, I couldn’t catch my ...