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 couplet ass in same car park.

> 8. Me and some married person 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 haphazard arcsecond with a woman at a party.

5. Licked another guy 's cum from girlfriend 's pussy.

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

3. Sucked a used-condom clean and jerk after watching a yoke 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 client '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 Panties

True Story No. 8 :

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Me and my mates taking plough gang-spunking into Dave 's sister 's freshly soiled panties and then secretly sucking their jizz out of her cum-soaked gusset plate, was the closest affair to anything cuckold-like that I did in my late teens. This was long before I had met my girlfriend at university, who 's frequent fucking around with early Guy and offbeat predisposition to go forth used-condoms lying around her flat, led to my haunt abuse of the aforesaid articles. Other guy 's used-condoms became my gateway drug of selection to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the vulturous 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 sleek material of her panties around my dick and using my better half 's jizz as lubricator to wank myself-off with I got an early on taster 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 duad lads who were on the college rugger team. We 'd all squall around to another checkmate 's house and spend the eve watching moving-picture show and talking dirt. This mate Dave, had a sister Yvette, who was a little bit older than all of us, probably around vingt-et-un at the time. She was a little bit of a tantalization ; with a nice curvy body, a sugariness chubby boldness and lovely curly chestnut-coloured hair. Both myself and my two rugby football 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 take turns filling her with our punk. As you can probably tell, I certainly did n't fall around with them for intelligent conversation.

Anyway, one week, Dave 's mum and dad were away on vacation and when we went 'round and all piled into his lounge. Yvette decided to take a cascade in the bathroom which just happened to be located downstairs, mightily across from the sitting-room. In fact, as the lounge doors were wide open, I was able-bodied to see the bathroom 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 little bath-towel which just barely managed to overlay her gratifying little pussy at the front line and left absolutely nothing to the resource from the back ; giving a fantastic view of her juicy bum-cakes and even her toothsome piddling pussy-lips, as she ascended the stair. I sat for a few moments open-mouthed hoping to get one of my protagonist 's care, but they were all too engaged listening to Dave.

As I sat there, drooling at the succulent labial-display I 'd just behold, 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 hungriness hit me ; that deep yearning all young-men get, to ravish womanly under-clothing. An itch, which coincidentally enough, I had already satisfied a few months prior to this, when Yvette 's equally attractive mum had taken a exhibitioner downstairs and left a freshly-worn pair of pants in the dirty apparel basket. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five minutes flat ! ! !

Desperate to inspire Yvette 's scent and to rub my cock where that scrumptious, pussy-meat had been, only import before, I promptly made my excuses and made my way to the bathroom. Oddly enough, the moment I walked through the bathroom door I could see, strew, right there on the floor, an incredibly pretty twosome of white silky panty, with a sort of lacy vaporous passementerie around the leg muddle. Not only had she just left them right there on the storey, totally oblivious to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, new male person in the adjacent elbow 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 lavatory door behind me.

I walked straight over to the her dirty-undies, picked them up, held them up to my nuzzle and inhaled her sweet-smelling intoxicating aroma, deep into my nasal-passages. It smelt truly divine ! Like I said, there was a average amount of girl-juice in her panties and the inset was still quite moist ! I replayed the image of Dave 's sister trotting up the step 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, stark cunt-naked, looking at me coquettishly, before beckoning me into her sleeping accommodation to spread her ramification wide-open for sex. ineffective to stand firm touching mysef at the thinking 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 to a greater extent of her afters fragrance. Oh, my god ! That gorgeous wet twat has been in here, I thought to myself, as I shamelessly violated her seclusion ; rubbing the material into my face ; sucking on it to release the flavours into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of worn womanly under-garments, I could n't help equate the compare the content of Dave 's Sister 's knicker-gusset with that of her mum 's. Notably, her mum 's bloomers were practically caked with pick and had a much smuttier, muskier perfume. Yvette 's breeches had a generous adequate helping of fuck-juice in them, but nothing compared to her mother 's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more sinless perfume. The main affair that struck me, in comparison, though, had to a lesser extent to do with the contents and more than to do with the localization ; I could n't consider that Dave 's babe 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 oblivious, or she was in fact, hoping that one of us might come in and find them there and wank over them ! ! !

So anyway, there I was, snorting and sniffing my friend 's babe 's panties, with my prick hanging out of my blue jean as my friends all chatted in the other room. Going foster, I wrapped the silky stuff around my cock and masturbated furiously, longing to spout my semen into the private parts. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a pair of Yvette 's scanty, that I 'd spunk my load 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 bequeath them exactly as I had found them, on the story, just in grammatical case she came straight back down to bathroom, and that, unfortunately, meant resisting the urge to remain raping her scanty and leaving them unsoiled.

Not wanting to be too blatant by my absence, and having already decided not to knock up Yvette 's scanty with my spermatozoan, 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 couch to Dave and the boy, 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 chance I whispered in his ear :

'' I just got a full-on twinkling of Dave 's sister 's pussy as she came out of the exhibitor and she 's left a pair of really fucking dirty-knickers strewn on the floor in the toilet. ``

Nathan looked away as if he either had n't heard me. But a few arcsecond later, a vast grin feast across his face, from ear to ear. He carried on listening to Dave for another minute or so and then promptly stood up, announcing that he needed to make a visit to the privy, himself. Nathan was gone for a estimable five mo or so. Far tenacious 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 glances 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 plate ! '' And then looked away.

Unsurprisingly, my maiden reaction was one of jolt. I was genuinely occupy that he might get us all into worry. Curiously, I also felt a fiddling resentful because rather than fulfill my fantasy and spunk into her voider myself, something which by right wing I should have had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously render some simpleness and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a freight string and recklessly spilling his white-hot seed all over them !

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

'' We should all get tour spunking in her gusset. '' He replied under his breath, ignoring my obvious understanding.

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

Wanting to deflect him further, Nathan interrupted Dave and asked him if he would go get the pornography magazine that he had showed us the stopping point time we were here. Dave was too interested in continuing his narration and so Nathan kept on badgering him, clearly wanting to get him out of the room to make an annunciation to us both, about Yvette 's scanty. 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 pussy and has left a pair of dirty-knickers in the john. So, we 're all taking turns spurting our cum in them ! ''

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

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

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

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

Dave entered the way just as Sean left hand for the bathroom, throwing the porn-mag over to us both. Nathan opened it up and pretended to look at the pictures, with a immense, self-complacent, smirk on his font. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at different pussycat in the cartridge 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 my top dog intermittently. Sean was gone a just five minutes or so and I could only reason that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, thick into Yvette 's, now cum-drenched, panties.

'' This is n't the mightily 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 mouth. ``

After convincing Dave to go back up the stairs, he turned to me and pretty much 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 leave them on the floor, where she can find them ! '' He suggested, boldly. His intentions evidently far more than reckless than I 'd assumed.

'' We ca n't do that ! '' I spat. `` Then she 's going to have sex 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 panties ? ``

I had to concede that he had a point in time. They might like to know, just exactly what her scanty were doing, lying on the storey and why she 'd been flaunting her pussy-meat to her brother 's acquaintance. 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 hauteur you only get from surreptitiously soiling your better half 's baby 's freshly-worn underpants without her knowledge.

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

'' screwing 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 niggling bit more than a tad curious as to what state her drawers were now in. And so, not wanting to overleap out, I made my way back through to the bathroom before Dave had a fortune to retrovert, determined to shoot my own jizz, deep into Yvette 's already, well-spunked, inset. I could n't believe it when I set heart on her pants for the mo time. They were an absolute tidy sum ! And when I picked them up ... shtup ! The aroma was salacious ! ! ! The moment I inhaled it, I got an another enormously immense erection. It was just so crashing dirty ! I could n't avail myself, I placed them right up to my grimace and breathe in my booster 's and my Quaker '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 stop myself, I placed my back talk up against the textile and moistened them with both my friend 's sperm. My essence was beating thunderously fast. I had a existent thirst to lap up all their cruddy jizz from the fragile stuff. As much as I craved it though, I just could n't bring myself to stick out my spit and predilection it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor cheat tendency at this stage of my development proving to be something of a incumbrance, in this respect. Indeed, the only reason I had such a strong pulsation to discernment 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, haze, of luxuria. 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 lightness coating of sperm from off my lips. Something which caused a huge tremble to go down my backbone ! Their cum tasted surprisingly mellisonant, and yet, salty at the same metre. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging hard-on and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet satiny material around my cock, I started using my friend 's sperm to lube my jabbing into Yvette 's spunk-soaked pantie-crotch. Fuck, it felt amazing ! I noticed that as I did this, my admirer 's jizz seemed to foam-up, before soaking deep into the material, creating a rather turgid but less obnoxious-looking damp-patch. Curiously enough, the spermatozoan looked far less intimidating like this and it prompted me pluck up the courage to actually live dangerously and do the dirty human action. And so, I placed the sopping-wet textile back up to face a indorse time, jammed it up against my lips and after taking another abstruse breathing place and inhaling the overwhelmingly heady fumes, I took the fabric in in between my back talk and started mouthing and then sucking the ambrosial salmagundi 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 lip. So lots so, that I knew that once I placed my putz back into that sperm-saturated sanctuary of squalor, it would only be a matter of seconds, before my orgasm was triggered and I 'd start squirting my own love-piss, into the shared pond 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 humanness and started stroking it over the tip. It felt exquisite ! It was like using a deaden washrag to bring yourself off with, only a hundred clip dirtier and a hundred clock time more erotic ! I started to fantasise 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 mammilla, tooshie and pussy-meat ; our erections fully standing to tending. Then I imagined that we urinated all over her and then each took turns fucking her. It was a similar illusion to one that I had had before, only it felt more really and therefore, far dirtier. I imagined that my two booster 's had already spunked inside of her and now it was my good turn. As I fantasied about sliding my cock in and out of Yvette 's cum-filled, kidnapping, I could feel myself nearing my climax, and then suddenly, it all became too practically, and I started squirting my seed, over and over and over again, recondite into her brutally ravished panties.

After I had finished ejaculating and regained some of my composure ( and saneness ), I inspected the thoroughly desecrated, but supposedly sacred, unmentionable of my friend 's sister. They were sopping-wet ; having been virtually flooded with nerve ! I desperately rubbed the material together in my hands to try and make it absorb the spunk, to stool it less detectable. Thinking I 'd done a pretty honest job, I then placed Yvette 's thrice-spermed undies back on the floor, in almost the take way I had found them ; the voider fully on display. Only now saturated with spunk, 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 have it off I had completed the mission. Instantly regretting what I 'd done and bore to get away to avoid any possible confrontation, I made a hypnotism that we leave quite quickly. It was most definitely the aright matter to do, because just as we got to the hallway and were making our way out of the front door, I caught a glimpse of Yvette coming back out of the bathroom, her face like nose drops. 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 next few month or so, that she would n't sing 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 breath. Which, did work 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 sentence 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 twelvemonth later, it suddenly dawned on me that the smell must have hit her the bit she opened the bathroom door and that my I had most probably turn nose-blind to it at the time 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 strange how now, in retrospect, when I look back at this and consider about how dopey I was to convince myself in the heat energy of the moment, that Yvette had deliberately left her undies there as a footling love-token, for all of us to fetish and possibly even tinder inside of. To be fair, the fact that she had done a little streak in such a small towel and flashed her fanny-meat off to me, seemed to impart itself to that assumption. Maybe, like a lot of woman, they like the theme 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 trivial too refined for our pervy prank. Still, it was the closest I 'd ever get to pumping my sperm 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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