1. Debbie's Accidential Debauchery


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    especially when she started to finger-fuck me rhythmically, right here in front dozens of strangers. God, it was exhilarating. My arousal spiraled higher and higher, totally out of control, and it was with a few seconds delay that I noticed that the room was completely silent. Silent, that is, with the exception of soft, squelching sounds and a rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, and lustful moans and whimpers that I almost didn’t recognize as my own. “Oh god!” I shouted when birthday girl flicked my clit with the nail of her thumb, but then she did it over and over again, and I could only moan and cry out while wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me. “Oh! My! God!” I finally rasped, shaking all over, and my knees turned to jelly. I slid down to the floor, only stopping myself from lying down completely by holding onto birthday girl’s legs. Had I really done this? Stripped and let myself be masturbated, by a girl no less, in a room full of people? A part of me wanted to flee in tears - but another, wicked, part revelled in the experience. A soft hand slipped into mine and helped me up, and I traipsed back into the kitchen after birthday girl. “That was brilliant!” she exclaimed, guiding me into seat and giving me a peck on the cheek. The door opened and closed again, and she jump-hugged the newcomer and kissed him, exclaiming, “Thank you! Thank you! That was the best birthday gift ever!” When she let go, I saw that it was muscle guy, and he was grinning as widely as ...
    she did. “Uhm,” I voiced, suddenly rather self-conscious and covering my nudity to the best I could with my arms. “Oh, sorry,” muscle guy said quickly, “I’ll fetch your clothes…” “No!” I shouted more than said that. “No?” Finally, I had their attention. “I - I think we need to clear a few things up. I’m not a stripper.” They looked at me a little startled, then I saw a flicker of mischief in his eyes. Fuck! They didn’t believe me. So I tried again. “I’m really not a stripper. I - I came here for my oral exam with Professor Harding.” There was absolute silence in the room for a minute while they alternatingly look at each other, then back at me. My cheeks burned and my eyes stung. Then they both exploded in laughter. “Oh god!” birthday girl hiccuped. “That’s - that’s…” She had to wipe her eyes. “That’s the craziest joke I’ve ever heard! You really had me there! Who put you up to that?” Now it was my turn to cry, but not from laughter. “It’s true!” I managed to stammer between sobs. “I’m - really - It’s no joke!” There was silence again, and I managed to turn my sobs into sniffles, and finally I could blink away the last tears. “Shit!” birthday girl suddenly exclaimed. “You’re that girl who fucked up her last test! The one Mom told me would come around tomorrow, so we have to make sure that the party remains are cleanup up by then.” I nodded miserably, then her words sunk in. “Mom? You’re her… oh god! Now I’m never going to make into next term!” Fresh tears streamed down my face. ...
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