Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

... wetness slipped the hood back, and she worked directly against my button which was as hard as the cock inside me.

Her finger’s slipping made my clit spring as she lost contact with it before brushing back and pressing it hard up against my pelvic bone and rubbing it, pressing hard on my Venus Mound with her thumb as she did so, sending orgasmic tingles up into my womb.

The cascade of climax as she slipped me over the edge made me float on ecstasy as I bounced uncontrollably against the head of the weapon jammed tightly in my pussy.

“Ningh,” I grunted with each peak as I tried to catch my breath…

Recovering focus, my eyes met Chrissie’s.

“Thank you,” I managed to breathe.

“Most happy to help,” she retorted. “Mathew’s a big guy, isn’t he?

“You took a lot. Did you like the feel of him hitting your roof?” she questioned, “I love it when it does that.”

I nodded, “Fantastic. That's why I had to get you to bring me off on him once he spunked; that’s way bigger than I’ve had before.”

He was still immensely hard but was beginning to soften; I could feel it. I still gripped him tightly down there and consciously relaxed my grip. I was still being held by Chrissie and the other woman; Felicity and the other guy had left us; instead, Mat held my legs under my thighs, my knees bent, and feet dangling down.

Veronica appeared to my left.

“A bit of thinking on your feet there, I see,” she said, addressing me. “Or rather,” she observed my position, held by ...

... the others, “of them.

“I think we need to help her off, Christine, Kate; keep hold of her; I imagine he’s soft enough now.

“Gently, girl,” she reprimanded as Chrissie grabbed me back under my bum again, and they held me as Mathew withdrew from me; it felt like he’d never stop sliding out. Eventually, I was placed on my feet.

Looking around, there was quite an audience. I blushed.

“I’ve gotta wash myself out again now,” I mock-protested, standing unsteadily, feeling self-conscious now; the endorphins were beginning to ebb away.

“Not yet, teen-slut,” Veronica pointed to Mathew. “Say thank you to Mathew and lick him clean of your pussy juice.”

I did as I was asked; hmm, I felt the endorphins returning.

“Thank you, Mathew, for having me.” I simpered, putting my hands behind me and holding them together just above my bottom.

“My pleasure, Andrea,” he replied. “You did well when you were obedient, but your taking charge at the end is a blot on your conduct; I wanted to enjoy being inside you a little longer, you have such a gorgeously tight pussy, and your visage when you cum is wonderful. I’ll bear it in mind as to what punishment may or may not be required.”

I wasn’t sure as to his meaning; conduct sounded a bit teacherly; however, I knelt in front of him and took his long, softening member in hand; it was wet all along the shaft and his balls, too. I licked him like a cat dries her fur, tasting his cum, and my juice mingled together, sticky and a little ...