The list :

10. Drank a girl-racer 's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park.

9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple screw in same car park.

> 8. Me and some mates took turns spunking into our friend 's sister 's dirty panties. <

7. Snogged a woman at a party after two guy 's had spunked in her mouth.

6. Had sloppy seconds with a woman at a party.

5. Licked another guy 's cum from lady friend 's pussy.

4. Paid an escort to let me eff her with one of her node 's expend condoms.

3. Sucked a used-condom clean and jerk after watching a couple have sex in an alleyway.

2. Sucked ten used-condoms clean from a bodyguard 's bin in her bathroom.

1. Paid an escort to save all her customer 's kindling in a jam jar for a whole week for me to drink.

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Ten Most Depraved :

Gang-Spunking In My Mate 's Sister 's step-in

True storey No. 8 :

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Me and my mates taking twist gang-spunking into Dave 's sister 's freshly soiled step-in and then secretly sucking their jizz out of her cum-soaked gusset, was the closelipped matter to anything cuckold-like that I did in my former teens. This was foresighted before I had met my girlfriend at university, who 's buy at fucking around with other guys and way-out sensitivity to entrust used-condoms lying around her mat, led to my shop ill-treatment of the aforementioned article. early guy 's used-condoms became my gateway drug of pick to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the predacious nature of my friends and I gang-spunking into Yvette 's still-warm undies, was probably more symbolic of our desire to all have group-sex with her, rather than a personal craving of mine to be cuckolded by her. But, as one thing led to another and I ended up wrapping the silken material of her panties around my cock and using my mate 's jizz as lubricator to wank myself-off with I got an early taster in such debased-pleasures.

It all happened when I was in my conclusion year of college. I had just turned nineteen was still hanging around with a couple lads who were on the college rugger team. We 'd all bid around to another match 's household and spend the evening watching movies and talking shit. This better half Dave, had a sister Yvette, who was a little bit older than all of us, probably around XXI at the metre. She was a minuscule bit of a tease ; with a nice curvy body, a scented chubby face and lovely curly chestnut-coloured hair. Both myself and my two rugby mates lusted over Yvette and when Dave was n't there, we talked quite luridly about how much we 'd all like to gang-bang her and lease bit filling her with our spunk. As you can probably separate, I certainly did n't hang around with them for intelligent conversation.

Anyway, one hebdomad, Dave 's mum and dad were away on holiday and when we went 'round and all piled into his sofa. Yvette decided to get a shower in the privy which just happened to be located downstairs, proper across from the sitting-room. In fact, as the waiting room doors were wide-cut open, I was able-bodied to see the privy door from where I was sitting in the armchair. She was probably in there for about twenty minutes or so and when she came out, I got an obscenely delicious view of her, streaking through the hall and up the stairs, wrapped in only a diminutive little bath-towel which just barely managed to cover her sweet footling pussy at the social movement and left absolutely nothing to the mental imagery from the backbone ; giving a grand prospect of her juicy bum-cakes and even her delectable slight pussy-lips, as she ascended the stair. I sat for a few moments open-mouthed hoping to get one of my protagonist 's aid, but they were all too busy listening to Dave.

As I sat there, drooling at the lush labial-display I 'd just beheld, it suddenly dawned on me that Yvette had entered the bathroom fully-clothed and then exited wearing only a towel. Meaning that she had most potential left her worn-panties in the laundry shackle. And, it 's when that realisation dawned on me that the hunger hit me ; that deep yearning all young-men get, to ravish feminine under-clothing. An urge, which coincidentally enough, I had already satisfied a few months prior to this, when Yvette 's equally attractive mum had taken a shower downstairs and left a freshly-worn pair of knickers in the grime wearing apparel field goal. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five transactions flat ! ! !

Desperate to inhale Yvette 's fragrance and to rub my cock where that delectable, pussy-meat had been, only moments before, I promptly made my self-justification and made my way to the bathroom. Oddly enough, the bit I walked through the bathroom door I could see, strew, right there on the story, an incredibly passably pair of white sleek panties, with a variety of lacy see-through trim around the leg holes. Not only had she just left them right there on the floor, totally unmindful to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, youthful males in the next room, all lusting after her pussy-meat, but the inset was fully seeable ; blatantly advertising her quite substantial pussy-stains to anyone who walked in.

'' Oh. ass, yes ! ! ! '' I muttered under my intimation, as I locked the toilet doorway behind me.

I walked straight over to the her dirty-undies, picked them up, held them up to my nose and inhaled her Sweet intoxicating perfume, deep into my nasal-passages. It smelt truly divine ! Like I said, there was a fair amount of money of girl-juice in her panties and the gusset was still quite moist ! I replayed the look-alike of Dave 's baby trotting up the stairs with that lush pussy-meat on full-display from under the towel. But then, I imagined her momentarily stopping at the top of the stairs, dropping her towel, turning around and just standing there, stark cunt-naked, looking at me coquettishly, before beckoning me into her bedroom to spread her legs lawless for sex. unable to resist touching mysef at the view of Yvette 's wide-open wet pussy, I unzipped my fly, whipped out my cock and started stroking it as I breathed in more and More of her sweet-smelling aroma. Oh, my god ! That gorgeous wet twat has been in here, I thought to myself, as I shamelessly violated her seclusion ; rubbing the textile into my grimace ; sucking on it to release the flavours into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of worn feminine under-garments, I could n't help compare the compare the contents of Dave 's sister 's knicker-gusset with that of her mum 's. Notably, her mum 's knickers were practically caked with cream and had a much smuttier, muskier odour. Yvette 's breeches had a generous plenty portion of fuck-juice in them, but zip compared to her mother 's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more devoid scent. The primary affair that struck me, in comparison, though, had less to do with the cognitive content and more than to do with the localisation ; I could n't believe that Dave 's sis had just left them lying there on the floor like that, instead of putting them in the hamper like her mum. She either was truly unmindful, or she was in fact, hoping that one of us might come up in and come up them there and wank over them ! ! !

So anyway, there I was, snorting and sniffing my friend 's sister 's panty, with my cock hanging out of my jeans as my friends all chatted in the other room. Going further, I wrapped the silky material around my cock and masturbated furiously, longing to spurt my come into the crotch. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a pair of Yvette 's panties, that I 'd spunk my load deep into her gusset and let my juice fuse with her 's as they sat in the laundry basket till wash-day. I so dearly wanted to do this, but I figured it was best to depart them exactly as I had found them, on the floor, just in example she came straight back down to bathroom, and that, unfortunately, meant resisting the urge to continue raping her panties and leaving them unsoiled.

Not wanting to be too conspicuous by my absence, and having already decided not to impregnate Yvette 's panty with my sperm, I dropped them back onto the floor, in more a less the same fashion as I had found them. Then, I made my way back into the lounge to Dave and the boys, but instead of sitting back down in the armchair I went over to the settee and sat following to Nathan. I sat there, patiently beside him for a few moments or so, but when I got the hazard I whispered in his ear :

'' I just got a full-on flash of Dave 's baby 's kitty as she came out of the rain shower and she 's left a couplet of really fucking dirty-knickers strewn on the floor in the bathroom. ``

Nathan looked away as if he either had n't heard me. But a few second later, a huge grinning ranch across his typeface, from ear to ear. He carried on listening to Dave for another instant or so and then promptly stood up, announcing that he needed to make a sojourn to the bathroom, himself. Nathan was gone for a good five minute or so. Far longer than I had been. Fortunately, Dave did n't appear to notice. He was far too engrossed in his floor. Anyway, when Nathan finally returned to the waiting room, he was visibly glowing. When he sat beside me, I gave him a few coup d'oeil as if to say, well what do you intend ? When Dave got distracted by something out of the window, Nathan quickly whispered into my ear :

'' I 've just spunked a full-load of cum in her voider ! '' And then looked away.

Unsurprisingly, my inaugural reaction was one of electric shock. I was genuinely concerned that he might get us all into hassle. Curiously, I also felt a small resentful because rather than fulfill my phantasy and spunk into her inset myself, something which by right hand I should throw had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously show some restraint and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a freight train and recklessly spilling his white-hot seminal fluid all over them !

'' What did you do with them ? '' I whispered, frantically trying to establish if we were going to get grab red-handed.

'' We should all contract turns spunking in her gusset. '' He replied under his breathing time, ignoring my obvious savvy.

'' What the fuck ? ! ! ! '' I mouthed.

Wanting to cark him further, Nathan interrupted Dave and asked him if he would go get the erotica magazine that he had showed us the finis time we were here. Dave was too interest in continuing his floor and so Nathan kept on badgering him, clearly wanting to get him out of the way to ca-ca an announcement to us both, about Yvette 's panties. Dave finally gave way and made his way upstairs to get the jizz-mag. Nathan turned to Sean and blurted out :

'' Dave 's sis 's been flashing her pussy and has left a twain of dirty-knickers in the toilet. So, we 're all taking turns spurting our cum in them ! ''

The second Nathan made his announcement, Sean flare-up into laughter.

'' Really ? '' He asked, with a lurid look of mongoloid-glee on his face.

'' Hang on, you 're not going to link in this too, are you ? '' I grumbled. Attempting to protest the seemingly squalid free-for-all on Yvette 's intimate undergarments.

'' I 've got to see this ! '' Said Sean, rising from his seat.

Dave entered the room just as Sean left for the bathroom, throwing the porn-mag over to us both. Nathan opened it up and pretended to look at the pictures, with a huge, self-satisfied, smirk on his facial expression. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at different pussies in the magazine and I knew instinctively he was inquiring as to which one looked the most like Yvette 's gorgeous little snatch ; prompting me to nod and agitate my head intermittently. Sean was gone a respectable five instant or so and I could only reason that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, deep into Yvette 's, now cum-drenched, panties.

'' This is n't the aright one ! '' Said Nathan, referring to the porn-mag. `` I meant the really soiled one of your dad 's, with the adult female pissing in some guy 's oral cavity. ``

After convincing Dave to go back up the stair, he turned to me and pretty much bullied me into taking my turn future, with a 'we are all in it together', sort-of-tone.

'' But, what are we going to do with them, afterwards ? '' I protested. `` We ca n't just lead them there ! ! ! ``

'' Yeah, we can. Just leave them on the floor, where she can find them ! '' He suggested, boldly. His purpose evidently far Sir Thomas More reckless than I 'd assumed.

'' We ca n't do that ! '' I spat. `` Then she 's going to know what we all did. ``

'' Yeah, and so what ? '' He replied. `` What 's she going to do about it ; tell her mum and dad we all gang-raped her scanty ? ``

I had to yield that he had a point. They might like to hump, just exactly what her panties were doing, lying on the base and why she 'd been flaunting her pussy-meat to her brother 's ally. Just as I reached that realisation, Sean made his way back through to the sitting-room, his face also now beaming with the form of smug arrogance you only get from surreptitiously soiling your teammate 's Sister 's freshly-worn underpants without her knowledge.

'' Did you squeeze out your muck into them ? '' Nathan asked.

'' nookie yeah ! '' He replied.

Nathan gave him a high-five.

'' Are you going to do it too ? '' They both asked.

What the hell ? I thought. If they 've done it, I might as well do it too and to be dependable, I was a petty bit more than a tad funny as to what state her knickers were now in. And so, not wanting to lose out, I made my way back through to the lav before Dave had a chance to repay, determined to shoot my own jizz, deep into Yvette 's already, well-spunked, gusset. I could n't trust it when I set centre on her pants for the second time. They were an absolute jam ! And when I picked them up ... fuck ! The smell was abhorrent ! ! ! The present moment I inhaled it, I got an another enormously huge erection. It was just so fucking dirty ! I could n't help myself, I placed them right up to my face and inhaled my supporter 's and my friend 's baby 's olfactory sensation. The noxious mixture of of their combined sex-juices was so god-damn objectionable and yet so inebriate, I became feint and almost lost consciousness !

Unable to break off myself, I placed my mouth up against the stuff and moistened them with both my friend 's spermatozoan. My heart was beating thunderously fast. I had a real hungriness to lick up all their foul jizz from the finespun material. As a lot as I craved it though, I just could n't bring myself to stick out my knife and taste it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor cheat tendencies at this stage of my phylogeny proving to be something of a hindrance, in this respect. Indeed, the entirely reason I had such a strong impulse to mouthful and lap up their semen from Yvette 's panties, was that the whimsey was so depraved and dirty, that it was sending me into white-hot, haze, of lust. However, this was something that was just, far too dirty for me to actually speculate doing at this point.

So instead, I removed the sopping-wet, trouser from my face and made do with licking the ignite coat of sperm from off my brim. Something which caused a huge quiver to go down my spine ! Their seminal fluid tasted surprisingly sweet, and yet, salty at the like metre. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging hard-on and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet silklike material around my shaft, I started using my friend 's spermatozoan to lubricate my thrusts into Yvette 's spunk-soaked pantie-crotch. Fuck, it felt amazing ! I noticed that as I did this, my protagonist 's jizz seemed to foam-up, before soaking cryptical into the material, creating a rather large but less obnoxious-looking damp-patch. Curiously enough, the sperm looked far less intimidating like this and it prompted me pluck up the courage to actually know dangerously and do the dirty human activity. And so, I placed the sopping-wet stuff back up to face a second clock time, jammed it up against my mouth and after taking another mysterious breath and inhaling the overwhelmingly heady fumes, I took the fabric in in between my lips and started mouthing and then sucking the ambrosial mixture of jizz and pussy-juice out of the material. nooky me, my head was swimming ! It was insanely hot, working that sloppy-gusset with my mouth. So much so, that I knew that once I placed my stopcock back into that sperm-saturated sanctuary of squalidness, it would only be a thing of s, before my orgasm was triggered and I 'd pop squirting my own love-piss, into the shared pool of DNA, already residing in there. And so, not wishing to delay the inevitable any longer, that 's what I did.

I wrapped the cum-sodden, material, back around my humanity and started stroking it over the tip. It felt exquisite ! It was like using a damp flannel to bring yourself off with, only a hundred sentence dirtier and a century times more erotic ! I started to fantasise that my two Friend and I were all huddled together in the john together with Yvette ; that we were all stood there naked, passing her, helplessly around between us ; groping her breast, arse and pussy-meat ; our erections fully standing to attention. Then I imagined that we urinated all over her and then each took turns fucking her. It was a similar fantasy to one that I had had before, only it felt more real and therefore, far dirtier. I imagined that my two admirer 's had already spunked inside of her and now it was my turn. As I fantasied about sliding my pecker in and out of Yvette 's cum-filled, snatch, I could feel myself nearing my climax, and then suddenly, it all became too much, and I started squirting my come, over and over and over again, recondite into her brutally ravished panties.

After I had finished ejaculating and regained some of my calmness ( and saneness ), I inspected the thoroughly desecrated, but supposedly sacred, undergarment of my booster 's sister. They were sopping-wet ; having been virtually flooded with punk ! I desperately rubbed the material together in my helping hand to try and make it absorb the spunk, to make it less noticeable. Thinking I 'd done a pretty good job, I then placed Yvette 's thrice-spermed undies back on the base, in almost the exact way I had found them ; the gusset fully on display. Only now saturated with punk, as well as fanny-juice.

As I made my way back into the waiting area, Nathan and Sean gave me backstairs glances as if to say ; wellspring, did you do it ? I gave them both a nod, to let them fuck I had completed the mission. Instantly regretting what I 'd done and bore to get away to avoid any possible face-off, I made a suggestion that we leave quite quickly. It was most definitely the decently thing to do, because just as we got to the hallway and were making our way out of the look door, I caught a coup d'oeil of Yvette coming back out of the privy, her typeface like boom. Now fortunately, she never did say anything about this seamy little episode, at to the lowest degree not to any of our faces. Rather awkwardly though, I did get the good sense over the next few month or so, that she would n't speak or even smile at me. Even more embarrassing than that, I saw one of her friend 's at a party and she turned to her booster and muttered something like : `` Fucking pervert ! '' Under her breather. Which, did make me wonder if Yvette had told her about the state she had found her undies in. Although seemingly quite obvious now, I did at the time wonder just how exactly she had figured that we had all gang-raped and spunked in her pants, given that I 'd done such a good job of rubbing it in and disguising it. Funnily enough, a few years later, it suddenly dawned on me that the smell must let hit her the present moment she opened the lav door and that my I had most probably get nose-blind to it at the prison term and so not made the connection. Also, maybe I think I was in a little bit of disaffirmation. Desperately kidding myself that we 'd done nothing worthy of notice.

It 's unusual how now, in retrospect, when I look back at this and think about how dopy I was to convince myself in the heat of the moment, that Yvette had deliberately left her undies there as a picayune love-token, for all of us to fetish and possibly even spunk inside of. To be fair, the fact that she had done a minuscule streak in such a small towel and flashed her fanny-meat off to me, seemed to lend itself to that assumption. Maybe, like a lot of women, they like the theme of titillating guys and being perved over until it comes down to the literal dirty, brass-tacks of it. I guess us guys are more like mucky-pups and cleaning woman are just a slight too refined for our pervy antics. Still, it was the closest I 'd ever get to pumping my sperm inside of Yvette 's juicy ripe pussy-meat, so I guess in the end, it was deed well done. Regardless of how badly she perceived me thereafter.

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