10/29/2013 7:13:57 PM by
KristinF
(Edited: 10/24/2017 2:57:57 AM)
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One night I asked Malcolm where I could get a little puff and maybe some E and he offered to introduce me to a friend of his, Rasta Pete. So, the following Friday night he told me it was arranged for midday on Sunday. So, Malcolm turned up in his clapped out Rover, picked me up and drove up to Railton Road near Brixton.
It was midsummer and it was hot. My eyes were darting about nervously behind my sun glasses and I rubbed my palms on my thighs. This was a bit of a scary place at times. I was wearing shortie shorts and a flimsy top, I knew my nipples were visible and if I had to run I was wearing flip-flops! I fancied my chances of getting Malcolm back to my place for some action when we had scored and I wanted to catch his eye, hence the shorts. Now I was a little concerned I had probably misjudged.
People were sitting on the steps of these grand old houses that were looking a little run down and shabby. They stared as we drove past, at the time it seemed sinister, but it was actually because they were a close community that they all look out for each other. Malcolm said "We're here!" and pulled up outside a large old house that was over three floors and had a basement. Good grief it was a mess. Rubbish bags everywhere and a cluster of kids were sitting on the stairs up to the wide open front door. God, the reggae blasting out of the basement was amazing, but the whole street had a cacophony of music running along its length. It was like a carnival!
So Malcolm took my hand and led me up the stairs and the kids ranging from maybe 4 up to 14 or so just stared up at me as I smiled down at them. As I did I looked down to the basement areas where a group of young men around my age were sitting around and staring up at me. If I thought outside was a mess you should have seen the inside! The stairs were lined with stacks of newspapers, boxes, and goodness knows what else, just stuff! There were more kids, a couple of surly looking women a few years older than myself and a dreadlocked lad of about 17, sporting bare torso and impressive pecs and abs. He winked at me and said "Fit!" and Malcolm nodded to him, smiled and lead me upstairs.
Up we went until we eventually reached a landing with a couple of doors off them, both open and both again lined with junk. I was watching my feet, carefully stepping through into a room that gave squalor a bad name. At the back there were two dormer windows that looked out across Lambeth. A ruffled unmade bed sat against one wall next to which sat the grubbiest sofa I have ever seen outside a skip! On it sat Pete and Carol. Carol was an overweight lady, wearing something like a housedress and as soon as we walked in she leaned over and kissed the skinny Rastafarian next to her and struggled to get up. Straightening her back she gave me a sweet smile and wordlessly left the room.
Pete grinned, one gold tooth sparkling and said (I won't try to pull off the Caribbean lilt) "Malcolm!" and stood. He was short, around my height, dreads held up in a tired looking black, red, green and yellow hat. He was shirtless, with knee length shorts and plimsoles. I could have played his ribs like a xylophone! He looked at me and held his hand up "You bring a verrrryyy pretty girl Malcolm, she wear sweet batty ridas!"
I smiled and hi'd and the two men started chatting. I liked Pete right off, he kept looking at me, smiling and winking but not in a lecherous way. Within five minutes I was sitting on the bed next to Malcolm puffing on a huge reefer.
I don't know to this day how it happened but I suddenly became aware that hands were all over me, stroking me and I was tingling with desire. I was on all fours, Malcolm's cock in my mouth and my knees were on the edge of the bed and it took me a few seconds to realise a big cock was slowly slipping in and out of me. Fuck it felt good. Pete is one of the biggest cocks I have 'come across' in my life weighing in at between 8 and 9 inches and so damn thick. Pete rarely became steel hard, but the feeling was lovely, his cock literally slithered into me like a thick snake. He was always slow and relaxed and for a guy in his late forties early fifties he certainly kept going.
That first day the two boys fucked me for an hour or so and I lay there, blouse wide open, shorts and flip-flops on the floor, perspiring and with spits and spots of semen from groin to breast. However, it was my second visit to Pete and Carol that was the real eye opener for me...
A couple of Sunday's later I drove up in my little red mini and parked outside. It was literally exactly the same as before, clutter, kids, loud reggae and Pete and Carol. Only this time Carol stayed in the bedroom. "Want some ganja?" Pete smiled and before long I was high and happy. Carol came and sat next to me on the bed and stroked my thigh under my skirt while Pete sat smiling and puffing on the sofa. My hair was down and she brushed it aside and kissed my neck and instantly I felt tingles running down my spine. Gently she laid me back and hiking my skirt around my waist she slipped my panties down and off me.
I was high but was still compos mentis enough to think 'Hey, why is this middle aged woman undressing me...' but I thought 'what the hell' and just went with it. I am so glad I am. Externally Carol isn't the most attractive person you would ever meet. She was shorter than me by a few inches, she is maybe five feet one inch tall. She was overweight back when I knew her and in years of seeing them I never saw her fully naked. I saw her (HUGE) breasts a few times, she liked rubbing them all over me which did nothing for me. However, she liked it and she gave me so much pleasure I was just happy she was happy. She'd rub them over my pussy, getting them glistening with my juices.
Anyway, within thirty seconds of her fingers finding my bits I knew this was different. She whispered and cooed to me telling me how beautiful I was, how smooth my skin was, how lush my hair was. I was tingling from head to toe and so relaxed she could have done literally anything and I would have let her. She knelt on the bed and leaned down and over me, parting my legs widely. "pretty little gel, lemme open it up some and bowcat dat little ting" she said as she prised apart my lips with a couple of fingers "Wet little kitty!" and she leaned and took a long, rasping lick between my labia, tasting the moisture on my vulva.
"Mmmmm sweet" I felt fingers dip into me and she kept withdrawing them and sucking her fingers. I genuinely think she liked the taste of my pussy. Mind, you, she is not the first to say it! I was wriggling and then the magic started to happen. At the time I couldn't lean forward to look as she had an elbow leaning on my tummy so I could sit forward, but she used a forefinger and middle finger either side of my clitoral hood and started to pushed her fingers so they delved under my labia, squeezing and manipulating my clitoris without direct contact. I came almost immediately, or at least it felt that way. It was a powerful orgasm, really from the backs of my knees up to my womb. I really thought I was going to pee.
She inserted a couple of fingers and rubbed the front wall of my vagina, "Neegle yeye kitty!" Carol breathed, this means small tight pussy. I know now she was stimulating the little bunch of nerves known as my g-spot and it wasn't long before I had a feeling so intense, unlike anything I have ever felt before. That feeling you get just as you are about to pee (I am not sure if guys have the same), I get that when I have a g-spot orgasm. Then the floodgates opened. After a few minutes of beautiful, almost painful convulsions he leaned off me and looked around at me with a little smile. She held up a hand and strands of diaphanous thin juices dangled from her hand. I had never seen anything like it come from my body before. I must have propelled some of the liquid onto my thighs. It wasn't watery like some 'squirt' I have seen over the years, this was like ... well, gloop. I touched some with my forefinger and lifted it, it was joined to my vaginal opening like glue.
Carol leaned forward and just started the process again. She was sucking on my clitoris and telling me how sweet my juices were and that was making me hotter and hotter and at some point Pete must have joined us because his thick cock eased into my slippery opening effortlessly. I just lay back, powerless to do anything as these two people worked my body into a frenzy. I could feel wetness trickling between my buttocks, the wet squelching embarrassingly loud, actually, I didn't care. Carol and Pete were discussing my arousal in low voices. The whole lower half of my body was alive with sensations. Pete's cock is very thick but I was so slick with copious lubricative sap he was slithering in and out fluidly.
I was gorging on sensation, begging them not to stop. I was just 18 and he was maybe three times my ages but I was totally in his control. Pete never used a condom and when he finally climaxed he spat a couple of thick lines of off cream coloured sperm over my inflamed pussy and a few spots on my quivering tummy. Meanwhile Carol's fingers continued to work my clit into a lather. She slipped a couple of fingers inside my gaping hole and resumed rubbing my g-spot and then leaned and licked her husband's sperm from my tummy. See us girls can multi-task!
I twisted from side to side as I had what ranks as one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. It is hard to describe. My nipples were tender, my pussy was absolutely bloated with arousal and it felt as if someone had thrown a cup of baby oil between my legs. Juices were gushing from me. Running down the insides and undersides of my thighs and the orgasm continued. Carol was riding my bucking body, determined to drain my young, fit body and she did too! I ended up on all fours with Pete smoking a joint while he languidly fucked me, eventually climaxing deep inside my body. Carol just sat on the sofa, still fully dressed smiling. I could barely drive home later on, I was truly shattered but I felt wonderful!
Part 2 to follow. Let me tell you, it was a dysfunctional family atmosphere as you'll here...