1. Chéri


    Date: 10/23/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: countesscharlow, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    back of her hand. “I know what you really want to smear everywhere.” She pointed upward. “His cum. Don't you, you dirty slut? You'd even smear it on me. On my lips and my breasts. Smear it and then lick it clean. Hmmm?” Ronnie gasped, feeling Chéri's probing fingers discovering her wetness. “Oh, fuck,” she rasped. “Stop. What do you expect me to do? Run upstairs and ravish him? I thought we agreed to do that together.” Chéri wriggled herself and splayed her thighs wide. “Well, I'm game on. Don't know about you.” “ Don't we have company coming?” Ronnie asked over the loud knocking at their door. “ That could be them,” Chéri agreed. “Just a second!” Diverse, all the bodies looked good. Each was fashionably attired in lingerie suited to the personality and mood of the wearer, but all basically said the same message: fuck me. When they began collecting on the patio below, Peterson heard the murmur and peeked over the balcony, keeping to the shadows. His jaw swung open and slack. A petite redhead had her fingers inside the neon green panties of a large blonde woman. He could see the fingers clearly and the growing wet stain on the panties. He felt a jolt of something surge in his balls and his cock starting to quickly harden again. He ran a hand over his face as the redhead nuzzled her face between the blonde's thighs. His cock was straining against his pants as he stood transfixed. The blonde had her fingers twined in the redhead's short curls and was grinding herself against ...
    her face in a steady circling swirl. It was the redhead who was doing the moaning. Peterson tried to push further into the shadows but there was nowhere left to retreat to. He looked around and licked his dry lips then threw caution to the wind. The night breeze felt relieving on Peterson's bared cock and balls. It wasn't like him at all to be that way – amazed him really – he wasn't one of those flashers in a raincoat. His fingers grasped the shaft and he felt the pulsing of the veins. His thumb rolled over the slit, smearing precum over the head. “ Hey!” a voice broke into his reverie. He looked down to see Ronnie's grin. “You could come down, you know. I was just about to dance. Come watch me.” She looked down at his hand still holding his cock. “Bring that,” she said lightly. It wasn't how Peterson had pictured his “getting back into dating and sex” experience might be like. He wasn't so stupid or naive not to have enough clues that his neighbors wanted to sex him. Seriously sex him based on the speed and power of the allure. He put on a black shirt, slicked his hair, and smoothed his jeans as much as he could. He thought about tying a sweater around his hips, but that seemed dumb, so went with the obvious. The sharp bulging outline of his erect cock in the tight jeans was what it was. He wasn't sure if he should be proud or embarrassed. Embarrassed wasn't on the party downstairs' agenda. Peterson walked into a raucous conflagration of women in various states of underwear ...
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