1. Spring Break


    Date: 9/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    then the other. I came back from the bar with two drinks and she brushed against me as I slid my hand down her shoulder after handing her drink over. I could see the deal was sealed. At around this time, Dirk and Adrienne split. Dirk’s a pro. Anjali and I sat on the steps outside the bar, passing a joint. “I just, I can’t believe it,” she giggled. “My Mom would flip her shit if she knew I smoked pot. If she knew that I’ve already had three boyfriends and actually had…you know, relations with them…she’d kill me.” Three boyfriends. I took a puff and pushed back a strand of her hair. A tear was in her eye. “You seem like such a special person,” I said. “An interesting woman, with such big ambitions. How could your Mom possibly not see that? Everything will work out fine.” She kissed me and her breath smelled of alcohol and something like breath-spray. Women’s lingerie kind of fascinates me. How do they manage it? I can imagine this silk or cotton thing pressing in to my skin, strapped on my chest all day, getting to be itchy and annoying as shit. That’s why, before I fucked Anjali that night, I whispered to her, after I pulled her panties down her slim dark legs with my teeth, to leave her bra on. I planned on removing it myself. She took her hands away from her back and scooped them under my head and pulled me up to her mouth. I ran my hand across her un-groomed mound and slid two fingers inside. She was already wet. She jerked her head away from mine as if totally surprised ...
    that any guy would finger her. Her wide-eyed expression—not far off from her Dave-Matthews-terror expression—compelled me to slide in a third finger. I swished my index finger far enough up the folds of her pussy until I felt the ridged area near the back and it was like Columbus discovering America. I’m convinced that not all girls have a G-Spot. Anjali did, and I doubt she knew it herself until then. I stroked the ridge with my finger and she gripped the nape of my neck like she was holding on to a ship’s mast. The way her panting rasped down on to my neck made it seem like she was trying to confess something. I stroked until her G-spot swelled in to a blob that pushed against my fingers. My pinky was missing out on all the action, so I changed up my fingers, giving the index finger some fresh air. I pressed against her G-spot like it was a busted keyboard. Anjali shook. She bowed her head to my ear to finally spill the secret. It was aaah aaaah! Aaaaaahhhh. She reached between her legs and grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers away. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” she whispered. She stepped backwards to her bed, eyes shut, and half fell, half-lay down on her back. Her vagina glistened messy in the dark light, agape from the work of my fingers. I heard the sounds of a female moaning the next room over. It was Adrienne. Dirk and Adrienne were at it. “Oh God, I can hear them,” Anjali whispered with a laugh, eyes still shut. With her watching me, I stuck ...
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