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 nookie in same car park.

> 8. Me and some Paraguay tea took turns spunking into our booster '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 girlfriend 's pussy.

4. Paid an date to let me make out her with one of her client 's used condoms.

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

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

1. Paid an escort to economise all her customer 's spunk 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 scanty

True history No. 8 :

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Me and my fellow taking go gang-spunking into Dave 's sister 's freshly soiled scanty and then secretly sucking their jizz out of her cum-soaked gusset, was the near affair to anything cuckold-like that I did in my late teen. This was long before I had met my girlfriend at university, who 's sponsor fucking around with other guy wire and quirky predisposition to result used-condoms lying around her flat, led to my frequent misuse of the said articles. Other guy 's used-condoms became my gateway drug of choice to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the ravening 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 silky material of her panty around my cock and using my mate 's jizz as lube to wank myself-off with I got an former taster in such debased-pleasures.

It all happened when I was in my finally year of college. I had just turned 19 was still hanging around with a duad lads who were on the college rugby team. We 'd all call around to another Ilex paraguariensis 's planetary house and spend the evening watching movie and talking shit. This mate Dave, had a baby Yvette, who was a little bit older than all of us, probably around 21 at the time. She was a little bit of a tease ; with a prissy curvy eubstance, a sweet chubby face and lovely curly chestnut-colored hair. Both myself and my two rugger first mate lusted over Yvette and when Dave was n't there, we talked quite luridly about how a good deal we 'd all like to gang-bang her and pick out turns filling her with our spunk. As you can probably tell, I certainly did n't hang around with them for intelligent conversation.

Anyway, one workweek, Dave 's mum and dad were away on holiday and when we went 'round and all piled into his lounge. Yvette decided to aim a shower in the bathroom which just happened to be located downstairs, right across from the sitting-room. In fact, as the couch doors were wide open, I was able to see the bathroom door from where I was sitting in the armchair. She was probably in there for about twenty dollar bill transactions 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 lilliputian piddling bath-towel which just barely managed to embrace her sweet small pussy at the social movement and left absolutely nothing to the imaginativeness from the back ; giving a fantastic thought of her juicy bum-cakes and even her delectable little pussy-lips, as she ascended the steps. I sat for a few moments open-mouthed hoping to get one of my friend 's attending, but they were all too busybodied listening to Dave.

As I sat there, drooling at the succulent 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 likely left her worn-panties in the laundry hamper. And, it 's when that realisation dawned on me that the thirst hit me ; that deep yearning all young-men get, to ravish womanly under-clothing. An urge, which coincidentally enough, I had already satisfied a few calendar month prior to this, when Yvette 's equally attractive mum had taken a cascade downstairs and left a freshly-worn pair of knee pants in the dirty clothes hoop. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five minutes flat ! ! !

Desperate to inhale Yvette 's odor and to rub my turncock where that delicious, pussy-meat had been, only moments before, I promptly made my excuse and made my way to the bathroom. Oddly enough, the moment I walked through the lav door I could see, straw, right there on the floor, an incredibly reasonably pair of white silky panties, with a sort of lacy see-through trim around the leg gob. Not only had she just left them right there on the floor, totally oblivious to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, Danton True Young males in the succeeding way, all lusting after her pussy-meat, but the inset was fully visible ; blatantly advertising her quite significant pussy-stains to anyone who walked in.

'' Oh. Fuck, yes ! ! ! '' I muttered under my breath, as I locked the bathroom 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-smelling intoxicating essence, deep into my nasal-passages. It smelt truly divine ! Like I said, there was a bonny amount of girl-juice in her panties and the voider was still quite moist ! I replayed the prototype of Dave 's baby trotting up the stair 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 branch wide-open for sex. Unable to resist touching mysef at the thought of Yvette 's lawless wet pussy, I unzipped my fly, whipped out my cock and started stroking it as I breathed in more and more of her mellifluous smell. Oh, my god ! That gorgeous wet bitch has been in here, I thought to myself, as I shamelessly violated her seclusion ; rubbing the fabric into my fount ; sucking on it to release the savour into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of worn feminine under-garments, I could n't help compare the compare the contentedness 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 scent. Yvette 's knickers had a generous enough portion of fuck-juice in them, but nix compared to her mother 's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more innocent scent. The main thing that struck me, in equivalence, though, had less to do with the contents and more to do with the location ; I could n't conceive that Dave 's sister had just left them lying there on the level like that, instead of putting them in the hamper 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 she-bop 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 former room. Going further, I wrapped the silken material around my cock and masturbated furiously, longing to spout my semen into the genital organ. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a brace of Yvette 's panties, that I 'd spunk my freight deep into her gusset and let my juices fuse with her 's as they sat in the washing basket till wash-day. I so dearly wanted to do this, but I figured it was best to go away them exactly as I had found them, on the level, just in case 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 tincture Yvette 's pantie with my sperm, I dropped them back onto the floor, in more a less the Saami manner as I had found them. Then, I made my way back into the couch to Dave and the son, but instead of sitting back down in the armchair I went over to the settee and sat next to Nathan. I sat there, patiently beside him for a few moment or so, but when I got the chance I whispered in his ear :

'' I just got a full-on flash of Dave 's sister 's pussy as she came out of the shower and she 's left a duet of really fucking dirty-knickers strewn on the storey in the john. ``

Nathan looked away as if he either had n't heard me. But a few seconds later, a huge grin counterpane across his face, from ear to ear. He carried on listening to Dave for another moment or so and then promptly stood up, announcing that he needed to spend a penny a visit to the bath, 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 write up. Anyway, when Nathan finally returned to the waiting area, he was visibly glowing. When he sat beside me, I gave him a few glances as if to say, well what do you reckon ? 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 blow. I was genuinely bear on that he might get us all into fuss. Curiously, I also felt a little resentful because rather than fulfill my fancy and touchwood into her inset myself, something which by right hand I should deliver had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously show some constraint and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a freight train and recklessly spilling his white seed all over them !

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

'' We should all take turns spunking in her gusset. '' He replied under his breath, ignoring my obvious pinch.

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

Wanting to disorder him further, Nathan interrupted Dave and asked him if he would go get the smut cartridge holder that he had showed us the hold up metre we were here. Dave was too interested in continuing his news 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 puss and has left a duo 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 look of mongoloid-glee on his face.

'' bent on, you 're not going to join in this too, are you ? '' I grumbled. Attempting to resist the seemingly squalid brawl on Yvette 's intimate undergarments.

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

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 count at the flick, with a Brobdingnagian, self-satisfied, smirk on his face. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at different pussies in the mag and I knew instinctively he was inquiring as to which one looked the most like Yvette 's gorgeous minuscule slit ; prompting me to nod and shake my brain intermittently. Sean was gone a respectable five arcminute or so and I could only conclude that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, inscrutable into Yvette 's, now cum-drenched, panties.

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

After convincing Dave to go back up the stairs, he turned to me and pretty often bullied me into taking my turn 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 forget them on the floor, where she can chance them ! '' He suggested, boldly. His intent evidently far more than reckless than I 'd assumed.

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

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

I had to grant that he had a point. They might care to know, just exactly what her pantie were doing, lying on the floor 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 cheek also now beaming with the kind of smug arrogance you only get from surreptitiously soiling your Ilex paraguariensis 's Sister 's freshly-worn underpants without her knowledge.

'' Did you squirt your sludge into them ? '' Nathan asked.

'' shtup 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 Thomas More than a tad curious as to what nation her pant were now in. And so, not wanting to overlook out, I made my way back through to the bathroom before Dave had a luck to take back, determined to shoot my own jizz, deep into Yvette 's already, well-spunked, gusset. I could n't consider it when I set middle on her trouser for the instant time. They were an absolute mess ! And when I picked them up ... screwing ! The olfactory modality was obscene ! ! ! The present moment I inhaled it, I got an another enormously huge erection. It was just so bed dirty ! I could n't help myself, I placed them right up to my typeface and inhale my champion 's and my friend 's babe 's odours. The noxious mixture of of their combined sex-juices was so god-damn obnoxious and yet so pick up, I became feint and almost lost knowingness !

Unable to stop myself, I placed my lips up against the material and moistened them with both my friend 's sperm. My affection was beating thunderously fast. I had a veridical thirstiness to lick up all their foul jizz from the soft fabric. As much as I craved it though, I just could n't bring myself to stick around out my clapper and taste it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor betray disposition at this stage of my phylogeny proving to be something of a hitch, in this respect. Indeed, the exclusively understanding I had such a unattackable neural impulse to discernment and lap up their come from Yvette 's panties, was that the whimsy was so debauch 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 mull over doing at this point.

So instead, I removed the sopping-wet, pants from my face and made do with licking the wanton finish of spermatozoan from off my lip. Something which caused a huge tremble to go down my acantha ! Their come tasted surprisingly sweet, and yet, salty at the Sami time. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging erection and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet satiny fabric around my shaft, I started using my ally 's sperm to lubricate my thrusts into Yvette 's spunk-soaked pantie-crotch. screwing, it felt amazing ! I noticed that as I did this, my ally 's jizz seemed to foam-up, before soaking bass into the material, creating a rather big 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 live dangerously and do the dirty human activity. And so, I placed the sopping-wet material back up to confront a second gear time, jammed it up against my lips and after taking another mystifying 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 fabric. Fuck me, my read/write 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 tool back into that sperm-saturated sanctuary of squalor, it would only be a issue of seconds, before my orgasm was triggered and I 'd depart squirting my own love-piss, into the shared pool of DNA, already residing in there. And so, not wishing to retard 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 dainty ! It was like using a damp flannel to bring yourself off with, only a hundred times dirtier and a hundred sentence more titillating ! I started to fantasy that my two supporter and I were all huddled together in the can together with Yvette ; that we were all stood there naked, passing her, helplessly around between us ; groping her tits, butt 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 exchangeable illusion to one that I had had before, only it felt more actual and therefore, far cheating. 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 cock in and out of Yvette 's cum-filled, bit, I could sense myself nearing my orgasm, 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 baby. They were sopping-wet ; having been virtually flooded with heart ! I desperately rubbed the stuff together in my hands to try and make it absorb the mettle, to stimulate it less obtrusive. Thinking I 'd done a pretty good job, I then placed Yvette 's thrice-spermed undies back on the trading floor, in almost the demand way I had found them ; the gusset fully on video display. Only now saturated with mettle, as well as fanny-juice.

As I made my way back into the lounge, Nathan and Sean gave me furtive coup d'oeil as if to say ; well, did you do it ? I gave them both a nod, to let them do it I had completed the missionary work. Instantly regretting what I 'd done and bore to get away to avoid any possible confrontation, I made a mesmerism that we leave quite quickly. It was most definitely the the right way thing to do, because just as we got to the hallway and were making our way out of the forepart threshold, I caught a glance of Yvette coming back out of the bathroom, her face like thunder. Now fortunately, she never did say anything about this squalid piddling episode, at least not to any of our faces. Rather awkwardly though, I did get the sense over the next few months or so, that she would n't talk or even smile at me. Even more embarrassing than that, I saw one of her acquaintance 's at a party and she turned to her friend and muttered something like : `` Fucking pervert ! '' Under her breathing time. Which, did induce me inquire 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 pants, given that I 'd done such a good job of rubbing it in and disguising it. Funnily enough, a few days later, it suddenly dawned on me that the flavour must hold hit her the minute she opened the bathroom door and that my I had most probably go nose-blind to it at the time and so not made the connection. Also, maybe I think I was in a little bit of denial. Desperately kidding myself that we 'd done aught worthy of notice.

It 's strange how now, in retrospect, when I look back at this and think about how goosey I was to convert myself in the heat of the present moment, that Yvette had deliberately left her undies there as a piddling love-token, for all of us to fetish and possibly even spunk inside of. To be bazaar, the fact that she had done a little 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 idea of titillating guys 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 women are just a little too refined for our pervy antics. Still, it was the close 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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