Not A Word To Grace - Sex Stories

Not A Word To Grace

... cigarettes assaulted me. People were draped across the furniture and laid out on the floor by the dozen. A few early risers were stirring while others snored away, oblivious. Here, too, a few couples – and I caught sight of a threesome – were waking up amorously. Two girls were entangled on the rug in the centre of the room; knotted limbs and wandering lips. Pale skin met caramel as their naked bodies writhed together over the rough carpet in a flurry of nails, lips, teeth and tongues. They let out soft moans and tiny giggles at every contact, rolling and fighting for control. I grinned to see their adorable lesbian display. I turned, trying to remember anything from the night before when my eyes were drawn to the side of the room. A man with dark hair, about my own age, was spread naked across the chair I’d sat on the night before. He seemed barely awake as he idly stroked the hair of a small redheaded girl. She wore nothing but a tiny blue thong to frame the tight orbs of her ass, her modest tits exposed to the cool morning air. Her smooth back – complete with dimples – was arched as she sat on her heels at his feet. His cock was buried in her throat to the hilt, gagging her pleasant moans. Her delicate hands explored his abs and his torso while she lovingly laboured over his length, her breasts shaking with the forceful bobbing of her neck. Pulling back with a pop of her lips, she raked her nails down his chest, wearing a wicked smirk. His hiss of pain cut through the ...

... air while he tensed up. I almost laughed, despite myself. He was definitely awake now, I realised, as he grinned evilly at the petite girl at his feet. A second later, his hand seized her hair and forced her mouth around his shaft, roughly using her eager throat as he fucked her face. I caught sight of her hand disappearing into her thong and rubbing furiously through her indistinct and muffled whines. Her body quivered under his attack, squirming and violently rocking on her impatient fingers. *** Relaxing into the soft furnishings and feeling the steady effect of the drugs on my system gave my irritability a real respite. The cute blonde on my lap wasn’t much for talking, but I found her company addictive. Our hands never ceased exploring each other with tender caresses while we shared the joint between us. She giggled relentlessly while we were together, but each time brought another smile to my face. Stealing the glowing embers from her lips with a shared smile, I’d forgotten all about my past worries. All thoughts of the party – and Grace – were gone from my mind. I only wished to spend the rest of the night in her company. Another long puff sent a wave of laziness over me and I thought I’d melt into the chair with her. Another sloshed mouthful of whisky was poured down my throat – no longer burning me - before she took a second for herself. Smacking her lips loudly, an involuntarily hiccupping laugh fled her open mouth. She clamped her hands around her mouth in horror ...