Imogen tingled, she’d never witnessed a live sex act before and it felt thoroughly naughty to see the older women sucking such young cock. Barely legal. The boys grunted their pleasure and neither could take his eyes from the mysterious veiled lovely in pink chiffon. Imogen started to enjoy the attention and she swayed in time to the music, she stroked her nipples and teased. After a minute the Glams released the boys and Vicky crawled onto the bed, from Imogen’s viewpoint, sideways. Karen came to Thomas,

“Roast her,” then she came to Imogen,

“Sit down darling, there’s going to be another show,” Imogen sat in the white leather cup chair and felt the alcohol warming her, freeing her from her nervousness. Karen knelt before her to deftly manoeuvre the chiffon loon pants over her knees, over her shoes. Imogen looked on amazed as Josh offered his hard cock to Vicky’s mouth and Thomas smoothly mounted her from behind, as he started to fuck her Karen pressed inside Imogen’s knees and she opened her legs without thinking.

Karen’s soft, wet tongue made contact with her labia and she was transported. She looked down to see a beautiful redhead lapping at her cunt, she looked up to see a blonde being fucked at both ends. The sensation between her legs was electrifying, the realisation that she was a guest, now a participant at a sex party shocked and delighted her. It had all happened so easily, so naturally. She hadn’t been asked if she wanted sex, Karen had just manipulated her and now she was one of five people in the room indulging in each other. The idea of it alone was so exhilarating.

Absently, she remembered Karen’s tale of Josh at the schoolgirl party and how he’d cum so quickly, she wondered if he would tonight. Karen licked along her slit, opening her and she sighed deeply, the tongue moved to her inner labia and then took moisture to the clitoris, another deep sigh as her fingers knitted into Karen’s ginger hair. Bliss. Vicky was making animal noises but with a fat cock in her mouth she couldn’t articulate, she released it,

“Harder,” she shouted as an order, “fuck me harder,” Thomas responded by spanking the blonde and Vicky cried “Oh yes,” Josh insistently pushed his cock back into her mouth and Imogen felt a finger on her entrance.

She belonged here, it was right to have Karen between her legs, her fingers pushing into her. It was right to watch two teenagers fucking the woman she’d had sex with only five nights before, it was right to feel giddy and tipsy and alive. Karen’s timing was perfect, as skilled as she was and as lovely as the oral pleasure had been, Imogen craved penetration in a primal, non-negotiable way and Karen produced a fat, cock shaped dildo. Her plan for the evening had it under the chair. Imogen’s head was back and her eyes were closed as she felt the hardness against her entrance, her head snapped forward and her eyes opened wide, Karen didn’t wait for permission, she simply slid the length of the phallus into Imogen in one smooth, measured motion,

“Oh my fucking God,” she cried out as a high-pitched complaint and the boys looked over. Imogen grabbed at the veil and ripped it off. Karen almost withdrew the cock, she took Imogen’s clit in her mouth and sucked hard as she gave the mixed-race girl another length,

“Sweet fucking Christ,” came from the twenty year old and that was Karen’s cue to fuck her. She pushed on the base of the rubber beast and rose up along Imogen’s body, when her mound met the rubber she pushed her vulva onto it as if she were a man with a cock. Imogen surrendered, nothing in her life had ever felt this good. The cock deep inside her, the woman sucking her tits as she fucked her, the sounds of sex from the bed. She relaxed utterly and let it happen. She thought of Jennifer allowing sex to be done to her and it was liberating. To be a sex object, a fuck toy brought an exquisite and unexpected freedom. Then a fantasy; it wasn’t Karen fucking her, it was Oscar, that triggered the pain. The ache in her abdomen she’d learned to enjoy as the foothills of an orgasm, she would allow the ache to transform into joy. Now Karen was fucking her again, now Oscar, now Thomas, that changed things, that was a new thrill because he was in the room fucking her friend. The ache moved into her vulva and became a thrill,

“Oh fuck me,” she said almost pleading, “please fuck me hard,” Karen pushed a little harder, she was enjoying her clit as it rubbed on the hard rubber dildo, she’d make herself cum in time. Imogen’s thrill became a ball of light and her self-made sex drugs were coursed through her. The deep penetration, the sense of being used, the knowledge that it was group fun, forbidden, wrong. Karen felt Imogen tense and she knew she was close, she gave the girl ten hard fast lengths and the ball of light exploded. She shook and she clenched every muscle in her body, she spasmed and crunched forward, she quivered as pleasure shot through every fibre of her. Karen pulled back a little and withdrew the cock, she slid it between her legs and sat slowly down on her haunches enjoying every inch then she leaned forward to taste Imogen’s love juice.

The gentle tongue on her cunt was almost too much for Imogen but it prolonged her quivering climax, Karen reached for her own clit and soon she brought herself to a modest but enjoyable finish. She sat back and regarded Imogen. Used, shattered, spent.

“Well,” Karen said quietly, “who’d have thought that you’d be the first to cum at our little party,” she turned to Josh who was fucking Vicky’s face, “what’s given you such staying power tonight then?” He smiled unapologetically,
“I had a wank on the bus,”

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