Gang-Spunking In My Mate's Sister's Panties

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 couple fuck in same car park.

>8. Me and some mates 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 sloppy seconds with a woman at a party.

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

4. Paid an escort to let me fuck 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 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 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 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 late teens. This was long before I had met my girlfriend at university, who's frequent fucking around with other guys and quirky predisposition to leave used-condoms lying around her flat, led to my frequent abuse of the aforementioned articles. Other guy's used-condoms became my gateway drug of choice to cuck-addiction. Arguably, the predatory 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 silky material of her panties around my cock and using my mate's jizz as lube to wank myself-off with I got an early 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 couple lads who were on the college rugby team. We'd all call around to another mate's house and spend the evening watching movies and talking shit. This mate Dave, had a sister Yvette, who was a little bit older than all of us, probably around twenty-one at the time. She was a little bit of a tease; with a nice curvy body, a sweet chubby face and lovely curly chestnut-coloured hair. Both myself and my two rugby mates lusted over Yvette and when Dave wasn't there, we talked quite luridly about how much we'd all like to gang-bang her and take turns filling her with our spunk. As you can probably tell, I certainly didn't hang 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 doors were wide open, I was able to see the bathroom 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 tiny little bath-towel which just barely managed to cover her sweet little pussy at the front and left absolutely nothing to the imagination from the back; giving a fantastic view of her juicy bum-cakes and even her delectable little pussy-lips, as she ascended the stairs. 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 succulent labial-display I'd just beheld, 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 hunger hit me; that deep yearning all young-men get, to ravish 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 knickers in the dirty clothes basket. I had sniffed, sucked, fucked and spunked inside of them within about five minutes flat!

Desperate to inhale Yvette's scent and to rub my cock where that delectable, pussy-meat had been, only moments 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, strewn, right there on the floor, an incredibly pretty pair of white silky panties, with a sort of lacy see-through trim around the leg holes. Not only had she just left them right there on the floor, totally oblivious to the fact that there were three hot-blooded, young males in the next room, all lusting after her pussy-meat, but the gusset was fully visible; blatantly advertising her quite substantial pussy-stains to anyone who walked in.

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

I walked straight over to the her dirty-undies, picked them up, held them up to my nose and inhaled her sweet intoxicating perfume, deep into my nasal-passages. It smelt truly divine! Like I said, there was a fair amount of girl-juice in her panties and the gusset was still quite moist! I replayed the image of Dave's sister trotting up the stairs 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 bedroom to spread her legs wide-open for sex. Unable to resist touching mysef at the thought of Yvette's wide-open wet pussy, I unzipped my fly, whipped out my cock and started stroking it as I breathed in more and more of her sweet aroma. Oh, my god! That gorgeous wet cunt 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 flavours into my mouth.

Naturally, considering myself something of a connoisseur of worn feminine under-garments, I couldn't help 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 cream and had a much smuttier, muskier scent. Yvette's knickers had a generous enough portion of fuck-juice in them, but nothing compared to her mother's. They also gave off a sweeter, fresher, more innocent scent. The main thing that struck me, in comparison, though, had less to do with the contents and more to do with the location; I couldn't believe that Dave's sister 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 sister's panties, with my cock hanging out of my jeans as my friends all chatted in the other room. Going further, I wrapped the silky material around my cock and masturbated furiously, longing to spurt my semen into the crotch. I had always hoped, that if I ever came across a pair of Yvette's panties, that I'd spunk my load 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 them exactly as I had found them, on the floor, just in case she came straight back down to bathroom, and that, unfortunately, meant resisting the urge to continue raping her panties and leaving them unsoiled.

Not wanting to be too conspicuous by my absence, and having already decided not to impregnate Yvette's panties with my sperm, 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 lounge to Dave and the boys, but instead of sitting back down in the armchair I went over to the settee and sat next 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 flash of Dave's sister's pussy as she came out of the shower and she's left a pair of really fucking dirty-knickers strewn on the floor in the bathroom."

Nathan looked away as if he either hadn't heard me. But a few seconds later, a huge grin spread 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 bathroom, himself. Nathan was gone for a good five minute or so. Far longer than I had been. Fortunately, Dave didn'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!" And then looked away.

Unsurprisingly, my first reaction was one of shock. I was genuinely concerned that he might get us all into trouble. Curiously, I also felt a little resentful because rather than fulfill my fantasy and spunk into her gusset myself, something which by rights I should have had first-dibs on, I decided to caustiously show some restraint and act responsibly. Here was Nathan, just barging in like a freight 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 take turns spunking in her gusset." He replied under his breath, ignoring my obvious apprehension.

"What the fuck?!" 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 interested in continuing his story and so Nathan kept on badgering him, clearly wanting to get him out of the room to make an announcement to us both, about Yvette's panties. 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 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 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 squalid free-for-all 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 for the bathroom, throwing the porn-mag over to us both. Nathan opened it up and pretended to look at the pictures, with a huge, self-satisfied, smirk on his face. Amusingly enough, he kept pointing at different pussies 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 my head intermittently. Sean was gone a good five minutes or so and I could only conclude that he too, was in there squirting his love-piss, deep into Yvette's, now cum-drenched, panties.

"This isn't the right 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 can'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 reckless than I'd assumed.

"We can't do that!" I spat. "Then she's going to know 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. They might like to know, just exactly what her panties were doing, lying on the floor and why she'd been flaunting her pussy-meat to her brother's friends. 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 sister's freshly-worn underpants without her knowledge.

"Did you squirt your muck into them?" Nathan asked.

"Fuck 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 curious as to what state her pants were now in. And so, not wanting to miss out, I made my way back through to the bathroom before Dave had a chance to return, determined to shoot my own jizz, deep into Yvette's already, well-spunked, gusset. I couldn't believe it when I set eyes on her pants for the second time. They were an absolute mess! And when I picked them upfuck! The smell was obscene! The moment I inhaled it, I got an another enormously huge erection. It was just so fucking dirty! I couldn't help myself, I placed them right up to my face and inhaled my friend's and my friend's sister's odours. The noxious mixture 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 lips up against the material and moistened them with both my friend's sperm. My heart was beating thunderously fast. I had a real thirst to lick up all their nasty jizz from the delicate material. As much as I craved it though, I just couldn't bring myself to stick out my tongue and taste it properly. Not having any bi-sexual nor cuckold tendencies at this stage of my evolution proving to be something of a hindrance, in this respect. Indeed, the only reason I had such a strong impulse to taste and lap up their semen from Yvette's panties, was that the notion was so depraved and dirty, that it was sending me into white-hot, haze, of lust. 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 light coating of sperm from off my lips. Something which caused a huge shiver to go down my spine! Their semen tasted surprisingly sweet, and yet, salty at the same time. Breathing heavily, I pulled out my raging hard-on and began wanking furiously. Then, wrapping the sopping-wet silky material around my cock, I started using my friend's sperm to lubricate my thrusts into Yvette's spunk-soaked pantie-crotch. Fuck, it felt amazing! I noticed that as I did this, my friend's jizz seemed to foam-up, before soaking deep into the material, creating a rather large but less obnoxious-looking damp-patch. Curiously enough, the sperm looked far less intimidating like this and it prompted me pluck up the courage to actually live dangerously and do the dirty deed. And so, I placed the sopping-wet material back up to face a second time, jammed it up against my lips and after taking another deep breath and inhaling the overwhelmingly heady fumes, I took the fabric in in between my lips and started mouthing and then sucking the ambrosial mixture 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 mouth. So much so, that I knew that once I placed my cock 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 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 bring yourself off with, only a hundred times dirtier and a hundred times 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 tits, arse and pussy-meat; our erections fully standing to attention. Then I imagined that we urinated all over her and then each took turns fucking her. It was a similar fantasy to one that I had had before, only it felt more real and therefore, far dirtier. I imagined that my two friend's had already spunked inside of her and now it was my turn. As I fantasied about sliding my cock in and out of Yvette's cum-filled, snatch, I could feel myself nearing my climax, and then suddenly, it all became too much, and I started squirting my seed, over and over and over again, deep 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 friend's sister. They were sopping-wet; having been virtually flooded with spunk! I desperately rubbed the material together in my hands to try and make it absorb the spunk, to make it less noticeable. Thinking I'd done a pretty good job, I then placed Yvette's thrice-spermed undies back on the floor, in almost the exact way I had found them; the gusset 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 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 confrontation, I made a suggestion that we leave quite quickly. It was most definitely the right thing 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 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 next few months or so, that she wouldn't talk 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 friend and muttered something like: "Fucking pervert!" Under her breath. Which, did make 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 time wonder 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 years later, it suddenly dawned on me that the smell must have hit her the moment she opened the bathroom door and that my I had most probably become nose-blind to it at the time and so not made the connection. Also, maybe I think I was in a little bit of denial. 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 think about how foolish I was to convince myself in the heat of the moment, that Yvette had deliberately left her undies there as a little love-token, for all of us to fetish and possibly even spunk 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 lend itself to that assumption. Maybe, like a lot of women, they like the idea 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 little too refined for our pervy antics. Still, it was the closest I'd ever get to pumping my sperm 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.

The End