9/7/2015 12:00:00 AM by
KristinF
(Edited: 5/7/2017 1:21:04 PM)
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One bright, sunny Sunday afternoon my work colleague and great friend Justine and I got on the number 3 bus and headed into Brixton and walked through Electric Avenue and down Railton Road to where we used to buy a bit of 'puff' when I was a fresh faced nineteen year old!
I always loved the place on a sunny day, so vibrant. Anyway, we manoeuvred around the kids sitting on the steps outside Pete and Carol's front door, the loud reggae booming from the basement was amazing, when I hear it to this day I am transported back there. The funny thing is a lot of the houses down there had raggae blasting from them, it really was amazing. We wandered in and up two flights of stairs and into the bedroom where Pete was sat on the grubby sofa smoking a huge spliff.
His face lit up, "Hello me gels!" he adored my porcelain skinned friend and it was rare she went with me and when she did he absolutely gorged himself on ginger muff! Within ten minutes of us all were sharing a huge reefer. He was on the bed with Justine, already trying to feed his semi erect penis into her pussy. He tended to act like a little boy around Justine, he really had a soft spot for her, but what he ideally wanted now was a hard spot.
Carol meanwhile was sitting on the edge of the bed with me, gently stroking my hair, kissing my neck and probably preparing me for Pete more than anything else but I knew Pete and knew he would be fucking with Justine for an hour or more and simply wouldn't have the energy for me, he'd empty himself in my friend for sure, he always did. Pete took a long time to get erect and then just took things slowly. He tended nine times out of ten to only orgasm once and then that was it for him, he'd sit on the sofa smoking a joint and no matter how much we suckled and coaxed that big old rasta cock it wasn't getting hard again.
I was happy though, as I felt Carol's fingers glide up and down the widening slit of my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, to be honest cock was the last thing on my mind. Carol was an expert with pussies, I defy any woman not to have her lifetimes biggest orgasm at that woman's hands! I was already losing control and my head was spinning from the ganja. When I had Pete's brand I always ended up crazy randy and yet again it was doing its job. I pulled my tee-shirt up and looked down at my gyrating groin and my white panties already had a wet patch where Carol had pushed the fabric against my vulva.
I sensed Carol was about to hook my panties down and lifted my hips. Once her mouth went to my clit and a couple of her fingers wormed into me and found my g-spot I just climaxed almost constantly until she finished, her pussy skills were awesome. Just then her bitch of a daughter Karen who literally hated me appeared in the doorway. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face as she glanced at her Dad slowly fucking my friend from behind. She shouted something over the music that I didn't hear and Carol's fingers left my crotch and she was up and leaving the room before I could complain.
Well I lay there for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes jealously watching Justine squealing as eight inches of black cock worked her into a lather. I reached under her belly and she was so juicy it had dribbled from the apex of her sex and dribbled down under her belly. She looked at me and just smiled softly, closing her eyes slowly to show me just how much she was enjoying it. I was so horny and stoned, I decided it was time for a walk. I slipped on my shoes and just wandered off...
Now, navigating their stairs is never easy at the best of times, they are filled with piles of papers, magazines and boxes of goodness only knows what, the house is piled high with crap. However, when you are stoned as well things become exponentially more difficult and dangerous but I followed the loud thumping base, wandering past an assortment of their children and grand children until I arrived in the basement that was given over to his 3 teenage sons. There were three bedrooms and a living room they all shared as a den as well as a bathroom. I wandered into the 'den' where Clement sat with a bunch of his mates. God knows how they heard one another over the reggae but they all looked up at me as I stood on the stairs.
I am so embarrassed to admit this but I was SO horny and stoned I thought I was like a hot goddess to these boys and their silly little girlfriend who was glaring up at me. I was all over Clement, flirting and teasing and I squeezed onto the dirty sofa between him and a friend of his. Clement was so cool, he had lived a lot for a 18 year old and was used to his dad's crazy white party girls.
I was stroking him and I must have looked like I was in heat, rubbing my groin against the settee and kissing his neck. I felt his bulge and just unzipped his jeans and helped myself to it. He just grinned and leaned back. Now Pete is well hung, and it's a trait he handed down to his sons, they are all well hung, all three brothers probably between 7 and 8 inches. Karen's boyfriend, although strictly off limits, is a really BIG boy, 8 or 9 and very, very eager to use on me and my friends every time her back was turned. Anyway, I digress...
So I am sucking on Clement's cock and his hand is down the back of my panties and there was only one way this was going to go now. The tip of his finger toyed with my tight rose and moved on to hook into my wet pussy. I was quickly stripped and Clement went down on me like a champion, it is clearly another thing that runs in the family because I have found a lot of Rasta's simply won't eat pussy, Pete won't. Clement though takes after his mum and clearly really enjoys it. His tongue dug into the grooves either side between minora and majora, occasionally sucking my quim hard and flicking the tip of his tongue over my button, I was sopping wet in a minute flat. Not bad for a young guy!
He even encouraged his friends to try it, the young girl with them was very adamant that they shouldn't as I was 'naaasty' apparently. Well, I am not sure they agreed because every one of them couldn't keep their hands off me and I had my pussy fingered and licked for ages, admittedly, apart from Clement the rest was more fumbling than anything else, they were a pretty inexperienced bunch. I was like a succubus at first. Stoned and wielding power over this group of teenagers, I was revelling in the attention, I am not proud of my behaviour looking back, but in my defence I was high.
Clement was the leader of the pack and without ceremony lifted my thighs, nuzzled his glans in my wet opening and went in deep, one long stroke straight to the balls by the feel of it. I am quite small and even when I am soaking wet a decent sized cock can be a shock to the system for my first fuck of the day. I gasped loudly and then the guys just gathered round. Strangers hands squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, stroking my budding clitoris, mouths pressing to my mouth and eventually a hard cock touched my mouth. From there on out it was a complete orgy of excess.
One of those guys was obviously the girls boyfriend because she was arguing with someone and saying he better not touch me. I assume he did as she was sulking as she stood by the stairs. She never left throughout the entire scene though and I detected she was enthralled as well as shocked. I held my hand out to her a few times to involve her but she wanted no part of it, shaking her head emphatically. A lot of guys and girls struggle with sex with multiple partners or perhaps performing in public. It always looks easy or perhaps sounds a turn on but when you are there on the spot I guess it can be a lot of pressure, especially for males.
I think for maybe two hours there was no point in that time when I didn't have a hard cock inside either my fanny or my mouth. Teenagers are virtually insatiable and we all went at it like bunnies. To be truthful, Clement was the only well hung one of the bunch, stereotypes aside those guys were all average but it really doesn't matter at all. I really have no idea how many times those boys climaxed it was a lot though. We quickly ran out of condoms but that didn't stop the fun, like I said, I was high. There were condoms on the floor and like everyone I was glistening wet with perspiration, but unlike them I was also covered in sperm across my hips, tummy and breasts.
The ganja wore off and I was quite recovered now and was aware I had really been very naughty encouraging this. Okay, they were my age but I was probably a lot more mature and should have not started it. Pete and Carol never seemed to care, in fact I have been roast on a spit by Pete and one or other of his sons on more than one occasion and Carol is fully aware of everything happening under her roof. She never is there when anyone else is having sex, only if it is Pete and no other men.
One of the boys wanted to leave and get a friend and I was in full grasp of my faculties and I knew if I wasn't carefully this would end up a huge gangbang. I always felt as though I was on the verge of that happening when people just wandered in and out of Pete bedroom. Many times I was laid in a stupor and ended up with some guy or other trying to fuck me!
So... when Justine came down the steps I was standing, bent over hands on a step with one of the boys standing behind me fucking me in a blur of movement until he convulsed, climaxed and pulled away.
Justine had my clothes and bag and the first thing she said was...
"I could smell the sex from the landing above babes... How many guys are you fucking?" shaking her head in desperation. I blushed and I grabbed a handy tee-shirt and wiped between my legs. I had completely come down by now and was aware of everything.
"Goodness knows but I am sore!" I grinned as I poked a finger into the tee-shirt material and delved into my folds, removing as much stickiness as I possibly could.
"Well, we are on a late shift in five hours hon so you better get a shake on" she grinned as one of the boys cupped my hot, tired pussy, clearly wanting more sex. "No hon" Justine smiled holding up her hand "I think you have all had quite enough of Kristin for one day!".
I never did find my knickers but I did manage to go to work. At one point I was sitting on a hard plastic chair in the Kings College Hospital casualty taking a guys history and listening to him complain about his painful shoulder and I would have loved to have said 'You should stop moaning, I was fucked bandy before I came to work by a group of horny teenagers and I can barely sit on this chair!' but I thought it better to keep that fact to myself.
It was another sudocrem night!