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10. drink in 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 Lapp car park.

> 8. Me and some first mate 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 muddy seconds with a char at a party.

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

4. Paid an escort to let me fuck her with one of her client 's used condoms.

3. Sucked a used-condom clean after watching a dyad have sex in an alleyway.

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

1. Paid an escort to save all her client 's spunk in a jam jar for a whole workweek for me to drink.

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Ten Most Depraved :

Gang-Spunking In My checkmate 's Sister 's Panties

True Story No. 8 :

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Me and my married person taking turns 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 unaired thing to anything cuckold-like that I did in my late teens. This was foresightful before I had met my girlfriend at university, who 's shop fucking around with other guys and quirky predisposition to bequeath used-condoms lying around her flat, led to my frequent ill-usage of the aforesaid clause. Other guy 's used-condoms became my gateway drug of option to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the raiding nature of my friends and I gang-spunking into Yvette 's still-warm undies, was probably more symbolical 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 affair led to another and I ended up wrapping the sleek material of her scanty around my cock and using my mate 's jizz as lubricating substance to wank myself-off with I got an early taster in such debased-pleasures.

It all happened when I was in my net year of college. I had just turned nineteen was still hanging around with a couple lads who were on the college rugby football team. We 'd all call around to another mate 's theatre and spend the eve watching movies and talking Irish bull. This checkmate Dave, had a sister Yvette, who was a little bit quondam than all of us, probably around vingt-et-un at the time. She was a piffling bit of a tease ; with a decent curvy body, a sweet chubby fount and lovely curly chestnut-colored haircloth. Both myself and my two rugby first mate lusted over Yvette and when Dave was n't there, we talked quite luridly about how very much we 'd all like to gang-bang her and pick out turn filling her with our heart. As you can probably tell, I certainly did n't hang around with them for intelligent conversation.

Anyway, one week, Dave 's mum and dad were away on holiday and when we went 'round and all piled into his waiting room. Yvette decided to take a shower in the john which just happened to be located downstairs, rightfulness across from the sitting-room. In fact, as the sofa doors were across-the-board give, I was able to see the lavatory door from where I was sitting in the armchair. She was probably in there for about twenty instant or so and when she came out, I got an obscenely delicious view of her, streaking through the hallway and up the stairs, wrapped in only a tiny minuscule bath-towel which just barely managed to cross her sweet little pussycat at the front and left absolutely nothing to the vision from the backrest ; giving a fantastic view of her juicy bum-cakes and even her delectable little pussy-lips, as she ascended the stairs. I sat for a few moments open-mouthed hoping to get one of my champion 's tending, but they were all too officious listening to Dave.

As I sat there, drooling at the succulent labial-display I 'd just lay eyes on, it suddenly dawned on me that Yvette had entered the privy fully-clothed and then exited wearing only a towel. Meaning that she had most potential left her worn-panties in the laundry hamper. And, it 's when that recognition dawned on me that the hunger hit me ; that deep yearning all young-men get, to ravish feminine under-clothing. An itch, which coincidentally enough, I had already satisfied a few month prior to this, when Yvette 's equally attractive mum had taken a cascade downstairs and left a freshly-worn pair of breeches in the unclean clothes field goal. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five proceedings flat ! ! !

Desperate to inhale Yvette 's scent and to rub my cock where that toothsome, pussy-meat had been, only consequence before, I promptly made my excuses and made my way to the lav. Oddly enough, the moment I walked through the bathroom door I could see, strewn, right there on the floor, an incredibly pretty pair of white silky panty, with a sort of lacy see-through trim around the leg trap. Not only had she just left them right there on the trading floor, totally unmindful to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, immature males in the next way, all lusting after her pussy-meat, but the gusset plate was fully visible ; blatantly advertising her quite substantial pussy-stains to anyone who walked in.

'' Oh. piece of ass, yes ! ! ! '' I muttered under my breather, as I locked the toilet door 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 evenhandedly amount of girl-juice in her panty and the gusset was still quite damp ! I replayed the image of Dave 's sister trotting up the stair with that succulent 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, bare cunt-naked, looking at me coquettishly, before beckoning me into her sleeping room to pass around her peg wide-open for sex. Unable to resist touching mysef at the thought of Yvette 's wide-open wet pussy, I unzipped my fly, whipped out my prick and started stroking it as I breathed in more and more of her sweet olfactory property. Oh, my god ! That gorgeous wet cunt has been in here, I thought to myself, as I shamelessly violated her privateness ; rubbing the textile into my face ; sucking on it to release the flavours into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of bust womanly under-garments, I could n't help liken the compare the subject 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 olfactory property. Yvette 's knickers had a generous enough circumstances of fuck-juice in them, but nix compared to her female parent 's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more unacquainted smell. The main thing that struck me, in comparison, though, had less to do with the depicted object and more to do with the location ; I could n't conceive that Dave 's Sister had just left them lying there on the floor like that, instead of putting them in the bond like her mum. She either was truly oblivious, or she was in fact, hoping that one of us might come in and find them there and masturbate over them ! ! !

So anyway, there I was, snorting and sniffing my friend 's sister 's panty, with my cock hanging out of my dungaree as my ally all chatted in the early room. Going further, I wrapped the silky material around my peter and masturbated furiously, longing to spurt my semen into the fork. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a distich of Yvette 's panty, that I 'd spunk my incumbrance deep into her gusset and let my juice fuse with her 's as they sat in the laundry basketful till wash-day. I so dearly wanted to do this, but I figured it was best to leave them exactly as I had found them, on the floor, just in suit she came straight back down to bathroom, and that, unfortunately, meant resisting the urge to preserve raping her pantie and leaving them unsoiled.

Not wanting to be too blazing by my absence, and having already decided not to impregnate Yvette 's pantie with my sperm, I dropped them back onto the floor, in more a less the same style as I had found them. Then, I made my way back into the couch to Dave and the male child, but instead of sitting back down in the armchair I went over to the settee and sat future to Nathan. I sat there, patiently beside him for a few second or so, but when I got the chance I whispered in his ear :

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

Nathan looked away as if he either had n't heard me. But a few seconds later, a huge grinning facing pages across his face, from ear to ear. He carried on listening to Dave for another hour or so and then promptly stood up, announcing that he needed to attain 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 seem to notice. He was far too engrossed in his news report. Anyway, when Nathan finally returned to the sofa, he was visibly glowing. When he sat beside me, I gave him a few glance as if to say, well what do you think ? 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 gusset ! '' And then looked away.

Unsurprisingly, my first reaction was one of shock. I was genuinely touch on that he might get us all into difficulty. Curiously, I also felt a little resentful because rather than fulfill my illusion and spunk into her gusset myself, something which by rights I should feature had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously show some simpleness and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a freight geartrain and recklessly spilling his white-hot seed all over them !

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

'' We should all hold turns spunking in her gusset plate. '' He replied under his breath, ignoring my obvious apprehension.

'' What the piece of ass ? ! ! ! '' I mouthed.

Wanting to trouble him further, Nathan interrupted Dave and asked him if he would go get the porn magazine publisher that he had showed us the stopping point prison term we were here. Dave was too occupy in continuing his report and so Nathan kept on badgering him, clearly wanting to get him out of the room to make an promulgation 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 sister 's been flashing her snatch and has left a pair of dirty-knickers in the toilet. So, we 're all taking turns spurting our cum in them ! ''

The second Nathan made his promulgation, Sean burst into laughter.

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

'' Hang on, you 're not going to join in this too, are you ? '' I grumbled. Attempting to resist 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 seem at the delineation, with a huge, self-satisfied, smirk on his human face. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at different pussies in the powder magazine and I knew instinctively he was inquiring as to which one looked the most like Yvette 's gorgeous minuscule pussy ; prompting me to nod and shake my heading intermittently. Sean was gone a respectable five minutes or so and I could only conclude that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, oceanic abyss into Yvette 's, now cum-drenched, panties.

'' This is n't the right one ! '' Said Nathan, referring to the porn-mag. `` I meant the really unsportsmanlike one of your dad 's, with the woman pissing in some guy 's sass. ``

After convincing Dave to go back up the stair, he turned to me and pretty very much bullied me into taking my turn of events next, 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 leave them there ! ! ! ``

'' Yeah, we can. Just leave them on the floor, where she can ascertain them ! '' He suggested, boldly. His intentions evidently far to a greater extent heedless than I 'd assumed.

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

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

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

'' Did you force out your goop into them ? '' Nathan asked.

'' Fuck 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 honest, I was a little bit to a greater extent than a tad singular as to what State Department her pant were now in. And so, not wanting to miss out, I made my way back through to the privy before Dave had a chance to return, determined to fool my own jizz, deep into Yvette 's already, well-spunked, gusset. I could n't trust it when I set middle on her pants for the second time. They were an absolute mess ! And when I picked them up ... nooky ! The odor was obscene ! ! ! The moment I inhaled it, I got an another enormously vast erection. It was just so bloody dirty ! I could n't help oneself myself, I placed them right up to my face and inhaled my champion 's and my friend 's sister 's odours. The noxious commixture of of their combined sex-juices was so god-damn obnoxious and yet so intoxicating, I became feint and almost lost consciousness !

Unable to block off myself, I placed my rim up against the material and moistened them with both my friend 's sperm. My heart was beating thunderously fast. I had a very thirstiness to lick up all their nasty jizz from the delicate material. As much as I craved it though, I just could n't work myself to stick out my natural language and mouthful it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor betray leaning at this leg of my evolution proving to be something of a balk, in this respect. Indeed, the exclusively intellect I had such a strong impulse to taste and lap up their semen from Yvette 's panty, was that the notion was so depraved and dirty, that it was sending me into white-hot, daze, of lustfulness. However, this was something that was just, far too dirty for me to actually muse doing at this point.

So instead, I removed the sopping-wet, pants from my face and made do with licking the short finishing of sperm from off my lips. Something which caused a huge shiver to go down my spine ! Their cum tasted surprisingly sweet, and yet, salty at the Lapplander time. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging hard-on and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet silky material around my cock, I started using my admirer 's sperm to lubricate my thrusting into Yvette 's spunk-soaked pantie-crotch. Fuck, it felt amazing ! I noticed that as I did this, my friend 's jizz seemed to foam-up, before soaking deep into the material, creating a rather large but less obnoxious-looking damp-patch. Curiously enough, the sperm cell looked far less intimidating like this and it prompted me plunk up the courage to actually live dangerously and do the dirty deed. And so, I placed the sopping-wet material back up to face a s time, jammed it up against my lips and after taking another bass breath and inhaling the overwhelmingly heady fumes, I took the cloth in in between my mouth and started mouthing and then sucking the ambrosial mixture of jizz and pussy-juice out of the fabric. Fuck me, my head was swimming ! It was insanely hot, working that sloppy-gusset with my back talk. So a good deal so, that I knew that once I placed my cock back into that sperm-saturated sanctuary of squalor, it would only be a topic of seconds, before my orgasm was triggered and I 'd start out squirting my own love-piss, into the apportion pocket billiards of DNA, already residing in there. And so, not wishing to check the inevitable any longer, that 's what I did.

I wrapped the cum-sodden, material, back around my manhood and started stroking it over the tip. It felt exquisite ! It was like using a damp washcloth to make for yourself off with, only a hundred prison term dirtier and a hundred clip more titillating ! I started to fantasise that my two protagonist and I were all huddled together in the bathroom together with Yvette ; that we were all stood there naked, passing her, helplessly around between us ; groping her knocker, seat and pussy-meat ; our erections fully standing to care. Then I imagined that we urinated all over her and then each took turns fucking her. It was a standardised phantasy to one that I had had before, only it felt more real and therefore, far dirtier. I imagined that my two friend 's had already spunked inside of her and now it was my go. As I fantasied about sliding my cock in and out of Yvette 's cum-filled, catch, I could feel myself nearing my climax, and then suddenly, it all became too very much, and I started squirting my seed, over and over and over again, deep into her brutally ravished panties.

After I had finished ejaculating and regained some of my composure ( and sanity ), I inspected the thoroughly desecrated, but supposedly sacred, undergarments of my Quaker 's sister. They were sopping-wet ; having been virtually flooded with spunk ! I desperately rubbed the material together in my paw to try and make it suck up the spunk, to ca-ca it less noticeable. Thinking I 'd done a pretty safe job, I then placed Yvette 's thrice-spermed undies back on the floor, in almost the take way I had found them ; the gusset plate fully on display. Only now saturated with nerve, as well as fanny-juice.

As I made my way back into the sofa, Nathan and Sean gave me furtive glances as if to say ; Well, did you do it ? I gave them both a nod, to let them know I had completed the mission. Instantly regretting what I 'd done and aegir to get away to avoid any possible encounter, I made a proffer that we leave quite quickly. It was most definitely the right thing to do, because just as we got to the hall and were making our way out of the front door, I caught a glimpse of Yvette coming back out of the bathroom, her brass like thunder. Now fortunately, she never did say anything about this sordid little sequence, at to the lowest degree not to any of our faces. Rather awkwardly though, I did get the sense over the next few calendar month or so, that she would n't blab out or even smile at me. Even more blockade than that, I saw one of her champion 's at a company and she turned to her supporter and muttered something like : `` Fucking pervert ! '' Under her breath. Which, did have 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 marvel just how exactly she had figured that we had all gang-raped and spunked in her pant, given that I 'd done such a in effect job of rubbing it in and disguising it. Funnily enough, a few year later, it suddenly dawned on me that the olfactory sensation must have hit her the bit she opened the bathroom door and that my I had most probably become nose-blind to it at the time and so not made the connection. Also, maybe I think I was in a piffling bit of defense. Desperately kidding myself that we 'd done nada worthy of notice.

It 's strange how now, in retrospect, when I look back at this and think about how anserine I was to convert myself in the heat of the import, that Yvette had deliberately left her undies there as a little love-token, for all of us to fetish and possibly even spunk inside of. To be fair, the fact that she had done a niggling streak in such a pocket-sized towel and flashed her fanny-meat off to me, seemed to add itself to that presumptuousness. Maybe, like a lot of women, they like the idea of titillating guy and being perved over until it comes down to the actual dirty, brass-tacks of it. I guess us guys are more like mucky-pups and charwoman are just a little too refined for our pervy antics. Still, it was the closest I 'd ever get to pumping my spermatozoan 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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