10/29/2013 7:22:42 PM by
KristinF
(Edited: 8/22/2016 1:14:28 PM)
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However, they were a dysfunctional bunch and some of the weirdest things of my life happened in that house.
One day, I was laid on the bed, bare feet on the carpet, arse on the very edge of the mattress, SOPPING wet. Carol was working me over good and my tummy was quivering as one huge orgasm after another rippled through me. She was strumming my clitoris like a maestro and wiping her palm in the juices and then licking it. Pete was leaning against the wall at the end of the bed, pillows propped up behind him smoking a huge spliff and recovering after ejaculating inside me. I was delirious with lust when I suddenly became aware of a raised voice. I wearily looked up and there, almost between my legs stood one of Carol's daughters Karen. She was maybe 10 years older than me and never gave me anything but attitude. She was staring down at me like I was something she had just stepped in.
I appreciate I was this young naked white chick with her Mom and Dad but she must have been used to it. Carol and Pete apparently moved there from Jamaica in the 60s and dealt puff to the hippys. Pete told me he screwed a half a dozen or more white chicks a week back then. He said the guys would bring them and sort of offered their girlfriends up as a deal sweetener. I suspect the stoned girls had a wonderful time, I can only imagine what an amazing fuck Pete would have been in his twenties.
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Anyway, she seemed to be arguing with Carol, who just unashamedly carried on twanging my clit and using a couple of fingers to stroke my g-spot. I was aware of my predicament but too lost in arousal to do anything. All I could do was lay there soaking up the pleasure. Karen seemed to be saying something about there being no frozen chicken or something like that, Carol was telling her to take the money from her purse and get some. Meanwhile, Pete's jizz was drooling from me, rolling down between my bum cheeks and dripping slowly onto the carpet. Carol pinched and pulled my hood whilst talking in a flat tone to her daughter, and then I felt the tingles. Literally from my Achilles tendons, up over my calves to the back on my knees. Up the inside my thighs and I thought 'Oh NOOOO' just as I groaned loudly and a few jets of translucent, milky girlcum squirted from me at Karen's feet and across my thigh. It stopped Karen in her tracks. She 'TSK'd loudly and spun on her heels and flounced out of the room. Carol looked around at Pete and shook her head and just carried on making me cum. Most weird.
Louise came with me and at once became addicted to Carol. She used to yell and shriek as Carol made her cum hard and copiously, I have never seen Lou so animated and lusty.
Now, talk about dysfunctional, if social services had been a fly on the wall...
Louise and I were rolling about with Pete and Carol and I looked up to see their son Clement standing in the doorway watching, head tilting sideways and following the action. Now, okay, a normal mom wouldn't be in that sort of scene probably, but if they were the sight of their teenage son staring at them sucking on another girls pussy would make them react right? Not Carol, she just stood and waved him over. Carol just magically disappeared and without an invite, without a word said, Clement had dropped his jeans and buried himself to the hilt inside Louise!
She didn't care, and I didn't care either because where he lacked his father genital stature he more than made up for it with stamina! He had his hair pulled back and he was sweating profusely, his hips a blur and the sound of his hips cracking Louise's rump pretty monumental. I think he was a little younger than us but he was way more experienced than most guys our age. I was slowly cowgirl'ing Pete and watching Clement. He leaned forward, wrapped an arm tightly around Louise's waist and lifted one of her legs forward and with short thrusts was making her pant with lust. He had a muscular torso and he used it to good effect, he was full of energy. Eventually he arched his back and looked at the ceiling as he filled Lou with semen, and I do mean fill, that boy could ejaculate!
After that Clement joined us quite a few times. He'd be downstairs with his mates and he'd see Kate with me and you could see his eyes widen. He'd soon show up. He had a thing about her, Kate was his favourite and would fuck her for hours! I think she sort of liked him too as a little sex buddy. We didn't often have boys our own age so it was fun. We'd lay him down and we'd take turns facing each other, one of us sitting on his face the other on his dick. We'd kiss and make out while we did it and he loved that. We'd eventually get Clement shooting air but he'd still get erect. 6, 7 or 8 times, he was really blessed with endurance.
One day I was sucking Pete's cock and Clement was behind me, his hips thrusting powerfully and smacking me so hard and fast it was jolting me ontp Pete's penis. Pete would quote the Tortoise and the Hare to him and say "Slow down bwoy!"
Then there was Pete's bredren Ozzy. He looked about 90, a wrinkled prune but I think he was in his 60s.
Pete would be on the bed usually with me, sometimes Kate, Louise, Michaela or Justine would be there but there was only ever two of us at a time maximum. So, Pete would be buried in a babe and Ozzy and him would be talking about some guy down the road, or the old country. It was so odd. Ozzy was skinnier than Pete and bald as a coot. He looked to me as if he didn't have a tooth in his head. Anyway, one day I was kneeling sucking on Pete who was chatting to Ozzy and I felt the mattress jump and someone crawled on the bed behind me. Now I was high and I could feel someone trying to feed a floppy penis into me. I was going to stop him but I thought 'cheeky git, just this once'.
Well he got that semi squeezed into me and holding my hips he started to slowly fuck me. I must admit it was nice, I was putting it out of my mind what he looked like and imagining he was young and fit. Well, he got harder... and harder... and longer... and thicker and soon my eyes were bulging and I said to Pete "What is it with you guys, you are all hung like fucking Donkey's!?!"
He just smiled and after a while, quite a while, Ozzy pulled out and slapped his very wet cock on my arse and spat a little sperm onto my flesh. Pete was ready now so I swivelled round and sat on him. I was slippery and he sunk almost to the root easily. Ozzy had really loosened me up. I looked at Ozzy and smiled, slowly shaking my head. Ozzy's cock was enormous, as big as Pete's but it was deflating rapidly. I grabbed it and started some resuscitation techniques but it was hopeless. Ozzy was a once a week kind of guy. I have sex with him a few times after that and Kate just refused. After she saw him erect I could tell she was thinking 'should I shouldn't I'. Sadly Ozzy died of a heart attack in 1994 after just a few months of me knowing him. I always worry I contributed to it.