The list :

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

9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple fuck in Saame car park.

> 8. Me and some checkmate 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 overemotional 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 love 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 save all her customer '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 better half 's Sister 's Panties

True narrative No. 8 :

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Me and my better half 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 recent teens. This was long before I had met my girlfriend at university, who 's frequent fucking around with early hombre and far-out predisposition to leave used-condoms lying around her flat, led to my buy at revilement of the aforesaid articles. early guy 's used-condoms became my gateway drug of choice to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the predatory nature of my booster 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 cloth of her pantie 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 last twelvemonth of college. I had just turned 19 was still hanging around with a couple lads who were on the college rugby team. We 'd all forebode around to another married person 's house and spend the evening watching movies and talking shit. This mate Dave, had a sister Yvette, who was a minuscule bit older than all of us, probably around twenty-one at the metre. She was a niggling bit of a tease ; with a nice curvy body, a Sweet chubby facial expression and lovely curly chestnut-colored hairsbreadth. Both myself and my two rugger partner lusted over Yvette and when Dave was n't there, we talked quite luridly about how practically we 'd all like to gang-bang her and take turns filling her with our spunk. As you can probably assure, I certainly did n't give ear 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 lounge. Yvette decided to take a shower in the bathroom which just happened to be located downstairs, right across from the sitting-room. In fact, as the lounge room access were full open air, I was capable to see the can 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 hallway and up the stairs, wrapped in only a diminutive little bath-towel which just barely managed to incubate her sweet niggling twat at the front and left absolutely nothing to the imagination from the vertebral column ; giving a rattling view 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 busy listening to Dave.

As I sat there, drooling at the lush labial-display I 'd just lay eyes on, 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 bond. And, it 's when that realisation dawned on me that the hunger hit me ; that deep yearning all young-men get, to enthrall 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 knee pants in the dirty dress basket. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five minutes flat ! ! !

Desperate to breathe in Yvette 's fragrance and to rub my cock where that scrumptious, pussy-meat had been, only bit before, I promptly made my exculpation and made my way to the lavatory. Oddly enough, the moment I walked through the bathroom door I could see, strewn, right there on the floor, an incredibly pretty yoke of white silky panty, with a sort of lacy diaphanous trim around the leg yap. Not only had she just left them right there on the floor, totally forgetful to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, youthful males in the next way, all lusting after her pussy-meat, but the gusset was fully visible ; blatantly advertising her rather substantial pussy-stains to anyone who walked in.

'' Oh. Fuck, yes ! ! ! '' I muttered under my breath, as I locked the bathroom threshold behind me.

I walked straight over to the her dirty-undies, picked them up, held them up to my scent and inhaled her seraphic intoxicant fragrance, deep into my nasal-passages. It smelt truly churchman ! Like I said, there was a fair measure of girl-juice in her panty and the gusset was still quite moist ! I replayed the paradigm 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 step, dropping her towel, turning around and just standing there, austere cunt-naked, looking at me coquettishly, before beckoning me into her chamber to open her legs wide-open for sex. ineffective 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 cherubic perfume. Oh, my god ! That gorgeous wet snatch has been in here, I thought to myself, as I shamelessly violated her privacy ; rubbing the material into my face ; sucking on it to release the spirit into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of break womanly under-garments, I could n't help oneself 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 ointment and had a much smuttier, muskier perfume. Yvette 's pants had a generous plenty portion of fuck-juice in them, but nothing compared to her female parent 's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more devoid scent. The primary thing that struck me, in comparison, though, had less to do with the contents and more than 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 shackle like her mum. She either was truly oblivious, or she was in fact, hoping that one of us might come up in and find them there and wank over them ! ! !

So anyway, there I was, snorting and sniffing my booster 's babe 's panties, with my prick hanging out of my dungaree as my protagonist all chatted in the former elbow room. Going further, I wrapped the silky cloth around my cock and masturbated furiously, longing to spurt my come into the genitals. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a distich of Yvette 's panties, that I 'd spunk my consignment deep into her gusset 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 typesetter's case she came straight back down to bathroom, and that, unfortunately, meant resisting the impulse to continue raping her panties and leaving them unsoiled.

Not wanting to be too blatant by my absence seizure, and having already decided not to bang up Yvette 's panty with my spermatozoon, I dropped them back onto the floor, in more a less the Sami 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 adjacent to Nathan. I sat there, patiently beside him for a few moments or so, but when I got the luck I whispered in his ear :

'' I just got a full-on newsbreak of Dave 's babe 's twat as she came out of the shower and she 's left a pair of really fucking dirty-knickers strewn on the level in the toilet. ``

Nathan looked away as if he either had n't heard me. But a few seconds later, a huge grinning spread across his facial expression, 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 progress to a sojourn to the bathroom, himself. Nathan was gone for a right five arcminute or so. Far longer than I had been. Fortunately, Dave did n't look 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 glimpse as if to say, well what do you call up ? 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 firstly reaction was one of electric shock. I was genuinely pertain that he might get us all into bother. Curiously, I also felt a little resentful because rather than fulfill my fantasy and spunk into her gusset myself, something which by right I should get had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously evince some restraint and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a shipment train 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 caught red-handed.

'' We should all make good turn spunking in her voider. '' He replied under his breath, ignoring my obvious apprehension.

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

Wanting to distract him further, Nathan interrupted Dave and asked him if he would go get the porn magazine that he had showed us the last time we were here. Dave was too concern in continuing his story and so Nathan kept on badgering him, clearly wanting to get him out of the way to hold an promulgation to us both, about Yvette 's panty. 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 span of dirty-knickers in the bathroom. So, we 're all taking turns spurting our cum in them ! ''

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

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

'' Hang on, you 're not going to join in this too, are you ? '' I grumbled. Attempting to dissent the seemingly squalid 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 wing for the bathroom, throwing the porn-mag over to us both. Nathan opened it up and pretended to look at the moving-picture show, with a huge, self-complacent, smirk on his face. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at unlike kitty 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 shake off my fountainhead intermittently. Sean was gone a thoroughly five hour or so and I could only conclude that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, recondite 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 muddy one of your dad 's, with the woman pissing in some guy 's back talk. ``

After convincing Dave to go back up the stairs, he turned to me and pretty very much bullied me into taking my spell side by side, 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 impart them there ! ! ! ``

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

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

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

I had to concede that he had a stage. They might like to make love, just exactly what her panties were doing, lying on the storey and why she 'd been flaunting her pussy-meat to her blood brother 's booster. Just as I reached that realisation, Sean made his way back through to the sitting-room, his face also now beaming with the kind of smug arrogance you only get from surreptitiously soiling your mate 's babe 's freshly-worn underpants without her knowledge.

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

'' nooky 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 more than a tad rummy as to what state her gasp were now in. And so, not wanting to miss out, I made my way back through to the can before Dave had a fortune to fall, determined to shoot my own jizz, deep into Yvette 's already, well-spunked, gusset plate. I could n't believe it when I set centre on her pants for the indorse sentence. They were an absolute stack ! And when I picked them up ... fuck ! The smell was obscene ! ! ! The moment I inhaled it, I got an another enormously immense erection. It was just so fucking dirty ! I could n't help myself, I placed them right up to my grimace and inhaled my ally 's and my friend 's Sister 's odours. The noxious potpourri of of their merge sex-juices was so god-damn obnoxious and yet so intoxicant, I became feint and almost lost consciousness !

Unable to stop myself, I placed my lips up against the material and moistened them with both my Friend 's spermatozoon. My bosom was beating thunderously fast. I had a real thirstiness to lick up all their smutty jizz from the ticklish material. As much as I craved it though, I just could n't play myself to stay out my glossa and taste it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor cuckold tendencies at this stage of my evolution proving to be something of a preventative, in this respect. Indeed, the only reason I had such a strong pulse 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, fog, of luxuria. However, this was something that was just, far too contaminating for me to actually contemplate doing at this point.

So instead, I removed the sopping-wet, drawers from my fount and made do with licking the ignitor coating of sperm from off my lips. Something which caused a huge thrill to go down my spine ! Their cum tasted surprisingly sweet, and yet, salty at the same time. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging erection and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet silky material around my cock, I started using my friend 's sperm to lube my thrusting into Yvette 's spunk-soaked pantie-crotch. Fuck, it felt amazing ! I noticed that as I did this, my supporter 's jizz seemed to foam-up, before soaking thick into the fabric, creating a rather large but less obnoxious-looking damp-patch. Curiously enough, the sperm looked far less intimidating like this and it prompted me pick up the courageousness to actually hold out dangerously and do the dirty deed. And so, I placed the sopping-wet material back up to face up a second time, jammed it up against my back talk and after taking another mystifying breath and inhaling the overwhelmingly intoxicating exhaust, 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 material. Fuck me, my head was swimming ! It was insanely hot, working that sloppy-gusset with my backtalk. So very much so, that I knew that once I placed my putz back into that sperm-saturated sanctuary of sordidness, it would only be a issue of moment, before my orgasm was triggered and I 'd get down 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 damp flannel to contribute yourself off with, only a hundred times dirtier and a one C times more erotic ! I started to fantasy that my two friends and I were all huddled together in the bath together with Yvette ; that we were all stood there naked, passing her, helplessly around between us ; groping her tits, fanny and pussy-meat ; our hard-on fully standing to attention. Then I imagined that we urinated all over her and then each took turns fucking her. It was a alike fantasy to one that I had had before, only it felt more existent and therefore, far unclean. I imagined that my two acquaintance 's had already spunked inside of her and now it was my twist. As I fantasied about sliding my turncock in and out of Yvette 's cum-filled, snatch, I could experience myself nearing my culmination, and then suddenly, it all became too much, and I started squirting my seeded player, over and over and over again, rich 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 supporter '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 absorb the spunk, to throw it less noticeable. Thinking I 'd done a pretty dear job, I then placed Yvette 's thrice-spermed undies back on the floor, in almost the take way I had found them ; the gusset fully on exhibit. Only now saturated with spunk, as well as fanny-juice.

As I made my way back into the lounge, Nathan and Sean gave me backstairs 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 avoid any possible encounter, I made a hypnotism that we leave quite quickly. It was most definitely the right field thing to do, because just as we got to the hall and were making our way out of the front doorway, I caught a glimpse of Yvette coming back out of the lavatory, her case like thunder. Now fortunately, she never did say anything about this sordid little episode, at least not to any of our faces. Rather awkwardly though, I did get the sense over the following few months or so, that she would n't talk or even smile at me. Even more block than that, I saw one of her champion 's at a party and she turned to her friend and muttered something like : `` Fucking pervert ! '' Under her intimation. Which, did do 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 clock 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 dependable job of rubbing it in and disguising it. Funnily enough, a few years later, it suddenly dawned on me that the scent must experience hit her the moment she opened the bathroom threshold and that my I had most probably become nose-blind to it at the time and so not made the connective. Also, maybe I think I was in a small bit of self-denial. Desperately kidding myself that we 'd done zero worthy of notice.

It 's unknown how now, in retrospect, when I look back at this and imagine about how foolish I was to convert myself in the heat of the moment, that Yvette had deliberately left her undies there as a piddling love-token, for all of us to fetish and possibly even touchwood inside of. To be reasonable, the fact that she had done a petty bar 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 fair sex, they like the idea of titillating guys and being perved over until it comes down to the existent dirty, brass-tacks of it. I guess us guy rope are more like mucky-pups and char are just a fiddling too refined for our pervy antics. Still, it was the confining 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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