The list :

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 fuck in like car park.

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

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

6. Had slapdash endorsement with a woman at a party.

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

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

3. Sucked a used-condom clean after watching a twain 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 save all her client 's spunk in a jam jar for a all week for me to drink.

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Ten Most Depraved :

Gang-Spunking In My Mate 's Sister 's scanty

True Story No. 8 :

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Me and my mates taking turns gang-spunking into Dave 's Sister 's freshly soiled panties and then secretly sucking their jizz out of her cum-soaked gusset, was the closest thing to anything cuckold-like that I did in my late teens. This was recollective before I had met my girlfriend at university, who 's patronise fucking around with early cat and quirky predisposition to exit used-condoms lying around her 2-dimensional, led to my frequent revilement of the aforementioned article. Other guy 's used-condoms became my gateway drug of pick to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the predatory nature of my Quaker 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 thing led to another and I ended up wrapping the silken stuff of her step-in around my cock and using my mate 's jizz as lubricator to jerk off myself-off with I got an early on taste tester in such debased-pleasures.

It all happened when I was in my last year of college. I had just turned nineteen was still hanging around with a couple gent who were on the college rugby team. We 'd all call around to another match 's business firm and spend the evening watching picture and talking shucks. This mate Dave, had a sister Yvette, who was a little bit older than all of us, probably around twenty-one at the time. She was a little bit of a tease ; with a overnice curvy body, a sweet chubby face and lovely curly chestnut-colored hair. Both myself and my two rugby first mate lusted over Yvette and when Dave was n't there, we talked quite luridly about how a lot we 'd all like to gang-bang her and subscribe turns filling her with our spunk. As you can probably tell, I certainly did n't flow 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 lounge. Yvette decided to take a exhibitioner in the privy which just happened to be located downstairs, right across from the sitting-room. In fact, as the couch doors were spacious open, I was able-bodied to see the bathroom room access 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 scrumptious view of her, streaking through the hallway and up the step, wrapped in only a tiny niggling bath-towel which just barely managed to cover her sweet little pussy at the front and left absolutely nil to the imagination from the back ; giving a fantastic sight of her juicy bum-cakes and even her delectable little pussy-lips, as she ascended the stair. I sat for a few moments open-mouthed hoping to get one of my friend 's attention, but they were all too meddlesome 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 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 calendar month prior to this, when Yvette 's equally attractive mum had taken a shower down downstairs and left a freshly-worn pair of knickers in the dirty clothes basket. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five minutes savourless ! ! !

Desperate to inhale Yvette 's scent and to rub my dick where that delectable, pussy-meat had been, only moments before, I promptly made my exculpation and made my way to the can. Oddly enough, the import I walked through the bathroom door I could see, strewn, right there on the level, an incredibly fairly pair of snowy silklike scanty, with a sort of lacy see-through trim around the leg holes. Not only had she just left them right there on the storey, totally unmindful to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, offspring male person in the side by side room, all lusting after her pussy-meat, but the gusset was fully visible ; blatantly advertising her quite real 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 nuzzle and inhaled her mellisonant intoxicating perfume, deep into my nasal-passages. It smelt truly godly ! Like I said, there was a bonnie sum of money of girl-juice in her panties and the voider was still quite damp ! I replayed the range of a function of Dave 's sister 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 circulate her legs 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 peter and started stroking it as I breathed in more and more of her sweet aroma. Oh, my god ! That gorgeous wet snatch has been in here, I thought to myself, as I shamelessly violated her privateness ; rubbing the material into my face ; sucking on it to release the savor into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of worn feminine under-garments, I could n't help equate the compare the subject matter of Dave 's sister 's knicker-gusset with that of her mum 's. Notably, her mum 's knee pants were practically caked with ointment and had a much smuttier, muskier fragrance. Yvette 's knickers had a generous enough fate of fuck-juice in them, but nothing compared to her mother 's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more innocent perfume. The main matter that struck me, in comparability, though, had to a lesser extent to do with the contents and more to do with the location ; I could n't believe that Dave 's sister had just left them lying there on the story like that, instead of putting them in the trammel like her mum. She either was truly oblivious, or she was in fact, hoping that one of us might follow in and find them there and wank over them ! ! !

So anyway, there I was, snorting and sniffing my Friend 's sister 's panties, with my cock hanging out of my jeans as my friends all chatted in the other room. Going further, I wrapped the silklike cloth around my turncock and masturbated furiously, longing to spurt my semen into the crotch. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a brace of Yvette 's panties, that I 'd spunk my loading deep into her inset and let my juices 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 leave behind them exactly as I had found them, on the floor, 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 infuse Yvette 's pantie with my sperm cell, 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 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 moments or so, but when I got the chance I whispered in his ear :

'' I just got a full-on heartbeat of Dave 's babe 's kitty-cat as she came out of the cascade and she 's left a duet of really fucking dirty-knickers strewn on the floor in the privy. ``

Nathan looked away as if he either had n't heard me. But a few second base later, a huge grin spread 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 establish a visit to the bath, himself. Nathan was gone for a good five moment or so. Far recollective than I had been. Fortunately, Dave did n't seem to notice. He was far too engrossed in his story. Anyway, when Nathan finally returned to the lounge, 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 call up ? When Dave got distracted by something out of the windowpane, 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 response was one of daze. I was genuinely concerned that he might get us all into trouble. Curiously, I also felt a petty resentful because rather than accomplish my phantasy and kindling into her gusset plate myself, something which by rights I should have had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously designate some restraint and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a payload train and recklessly spilling his white-hot come all over them !

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

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

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

Wanting to distract him further, Nathan interrupted Dave and asked him if he would go get the porn magazine publisher that he had showed us the last clip we were here. Dave was too interested in continuing his chronicle and so Nathan kept on badgering him, clearly wanting to get him out of the room to make an proclamation 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 cunt and has left a distich of dirty-knickers in the can. So, we 're all taking turns spurting our cum in them ! ''

The arcsecond Nathan made his announcement, Sean burst into laughter.

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

'' bent on, you 're not going to link in this too, are you ? '' I grumbled. Attempting to resist the seemingly sordid brawl 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 hand for the bath, 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 face. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at dissimilar kitty-cat in the magazine and I knew instinctively he was inquiring as to which one looked the most like Yvette 's gorgeous footling snatch ; prompting me to nod and shake my pass intermittently. Sean was gone a goodness five arcminute or so and I could only conclude that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, cryptic 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 dirty one of your dad 's, with the cleaning woman pissing in some guy 's mouth. ``

After convincing Dave to go back up the stairs, he turned to me and pretty much bullied me into taking my round 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 go out them there ! ! ! ``

'' Yeah, we can. Just leave them on the floor, where she can find them ! '' He suggested, boldly. His intentions evidently far more heedless than I 'd assumed.

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

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

I had to concede that he had a percentage point. They might wish to know, just exactly what her panties were doing, lying on the base and why she 'd been flaunting her pussy-meat to her Brother 's friend. Just as I reached that realisation, Sean made his way back through to the sitting-room, his nerve also now beaming with the sort of smug arrogance you only get from surreptitiously soiling your match 's baby 's freshly-worn underpants without her knowledge.

'' Did you squirt your slime 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 true, I was a little bit more than a tad odd as to what res publica her knickers were now in. And so, not wanting to miss out, I made my way back through to the lav before Dave had a prospect to revert, determined to shoot my own jizz, deep into Yvette 's already, well-spunked, gusset plate. I could n't think it when I set eyes on her trouser for the mo time. They were an absolute stack ! And when I picked them up ... piece of tail ! The olfactory modality was obscene ! ! ! The instant 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 friend 's and my champion 's sister '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 consciousness !

Unable to stop over myself, I placed my back talk up against the material and moistened them with both my friend 's sperm. My affection was beating thunderously fast. I had a actual thirst to lick up all their foul jizz from the delicate material. As much as I craved it though, I just could n't take myself to sting out my tongue and taste it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor cuckold disposition at this leg of my phylogenesis proving to be something of a hindrance, in this respect. Indeed, the only intellect I had such a unassailable impulse to penchant and lap up their ejaculate from Yvette 's panties, was that the notion 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 contemplate doing at this point.

So instead, I removed the sopping-wet, pants from my face and made do with licking the light coating of sperm cell from off my lip. Something which caused a immense shiver to go down my spinal column ! Their semen tasted surprisingly sweet-flavored, and yet, salty at the same meter. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging erection and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet silky fabric around my stopcock, I started using my booster 's sperm to lubricate my thrusts 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 deeply into the material, creating a rather large but less obnoxious-looking damp-patch. Curiously enough, the spermatozoon looked far less intimidating like this and it prompted me plume up the courage to actually live dangerously and do the dirty act. And so, I placed the sopping-wet material back up to face a second meter, jammed it up against my lips and after taking another deeply breath and inhaling the overwhelmingly rash exhaust fumes, I took the fabric in in between my sassing and started mouthing and then sucking the ambrosial mixture of jizz and pussy-juice out of the fabric. Fuck me, my headway was swimming ! It was insanely hot, working that sloppy-gusset with my sassing. So a lot so, that I knew that once I placed my cock back into that sperm-saturated sanctuary of squalidness, it would only be a matter of seconds, before my sexual climax was triggered and I 'd bug out squirting my own love-piss, into the partake 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 manhood and started stroking it over the tip. It felt exquisite ! It was like using a dull flannel to bring yourself off with, only a hundred multiplication dirtier and a hundred metre more erotic ! I started to fantasize that my two friends 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 pap, 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 exchangeable fantasy 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 turn. As I fantasied about sliding my cock in and out of Yvette 's cum-filled, snatch, I could feel myself nearing my culmination, 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 calm ( and sanity ), I inspected the thoroughly desecrated, but supposedly sacred, undergarment of my friend 's sister. They were sopping-wet ; having been virtually flooded with spunk ! I desperately rubbed the stuff together in my handwriting to try and make it engross the spunk, to make it less detectable. Thinking I 'd done a pretty good job, I then placed Yvette 's thrice-spermed undies back on the floor, in almost the exact way I had found them ; the gusset fully on video display. Only now saturated with punk, as well as fanny-juice.

As I made my way back into the sofa, Nathan and Sean gave me stealthy 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 eager to get away to ward off any potential confrontation, I made a suggestion 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 end door, I caught a glimpse of Yvette coming back out of the bathroom, her look like thunder. Now fortunately, she never did say anything about this dirty fiddling instalment, at least not to any of our faces. Rather awkwardly though, I did get the sense over the future few calendar month or so, that she would n't speak or even grinning at me. Even more embarrassing than that, I saw one of her supporter 's at a party and she turned to her admirer and muttered something like : `` Fucking pervert ! '' Under her breathing spell. Which, did wee me question if Yvette had told her about the commonwealth 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 have hit her the moment she opened the bathroom door and that my I had most probably suit nose-blind to it at the clip and so not made the connection. Also, maybe I think I was in a little bit of abnegation. Desperately kidding myself that we 'd done zippo worthy of notice.

It 's strange how now, in retrospect, when I look back at this and intend about how foolish I was to convince myself in the heat of the import, 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 sightly, the fact that she had done a minuscule stripe 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 approximation of titillating guy cable 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 trivial too refined for our pervy caper. Still, it was the closest I 'd ever get to pumping my sperm cell interior 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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