Collateral Damage

 Collateral damage

During my university years, I tried to fully enjoy the nightlife on offer. Here’s how one such night ended up.

Like most students, I enjoyed socializing as often as possible. On this occasion, Debbie, a girl on my course, asked me to join her and some friends for a night out. Debbie lives in a shared house with three other girls on the other side of the city to me but she said I could stay at her house afterwards if I didn’t mind the floor. I agreed as this was a regular thing for me.

On the night we all assembled at Debbie’s house and there were about ten of us altogether, mostly girls but a couple of guys too. One of the girls was Debbie’s friend, Karen, from back home and there was a guy called Pete who had been invited by one of the housemates.

So we all headed off to the city and visited a few pubs and ended up in a nightclub. I had noticed in the pubs that Pete and Karen seemed to hit it off immediately and by the time we hit the nightclub, they found a dark corner for some passionate snogging.

In the early hours, we headed back to Debbie’s house where we all set up sleeping bags and, in my case, an airbed. Debbie went off to her room.

The room we were in was the living room where floor space was going to be tight but I managed to squeeze my bed and sleeping bag along the front of the settee where your feet would normally go. I went to the bathroom and changed into my T-shirt and shorts. When I got back, two girls had set up their beds by the window, above where my head was going to be and next to me, nerdy Dave had set up his bed and was pretty much already asleep. Pete had found his way onto the settee and lay full length along it and Karen settled herself next to him in a “spoons” position.

So I lay in my bed, flat on my back and looking at the ceiling waiting for the last girl to come back from the bathroom and the lights could be turned off.

On her return, she had to step between bodies and over my head where she paused to regain her balance. This gave me a perfect, prolonged view straight up the leg of her baggy shorts, revealing a lovely set of puffy and dangily pussy lips. Wow! That was stored away in “wank bank” memory for later.

Anyway, lights out, the room was pitch black and Dave was already asleep and the two girls were breathing in that characteristic sleep way. I was still awake, flat on my back and dreaming of those pussy lips.

I started to feel my wetness building as I thought about licking those lips and dare I try it on. I pushed my shorts down my thighs a little to allow easy access and started pulling at my own lips.

Then I heard something that immediately grabbed my attention…

“Wow! You’re so hairy down there,” Pete whispered, followed by some stifled giggles from him and Karen.

This could mean only one thing, they were petting heavily less than a foot away from me. I lay frozen, listening hard. After a few minutes, I could hear Karen’s breathing getting heavier. A little longer and I could hear that familiar squishy sound of a pussy being fingered, the sound I recognized from when I’m stuffing fingers into my wet hole. I was still frozen, desperate to finger myself but unable to because the squishy sound I made would be easily heard. I had to make do with slowly flicking my clit, trying hard to do it without rustling my bedding.

I could tell Karen was getting close to cumming. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my face as she gasped.

“Rub my clit!” she whispered to Pete.

“Oooh. That’s it,” she gasped almost into my face. My imagination was running wild.

More gasping and whispering.

“I’m cumming!” As she came, Karen’s whispers where a little less controlled and quiet as she groaned but didn’t seem to wake up anyone else. What it did do however was make my pussy gush as I lay in a puddle in my sleeping bag and still gently flicking my nub, desperate to finish the job with a couple of fingers in my hole.

After Karen’s orgasm, there was some rustling on the settee as, presumably, they changed positions. Karen’s heavy breathing was a bit further away but now I could hear Pete almost in my ear.

“Suck it, baby!” he grunted. This was followed by the slurping and sucking noises you hear during cock sucking. My mind was racing but I dare not let myself cum because I couldn’t trust myself to do it quietly. My pussy was quivering desperately needing release. My clit throbbing like never before.

After about ten minutes of cock sucking, there was more rustling as they changed positions. This time is was clear that they were both of the settee but Karen’s face was really near mine again.

“Fuck me, Pete!” It now became clear to me that Karen was bent over the armrest of the settee and Pete was standing behind her as he accidentally kicked my foot.

Then, I heard that distinctive sound of a ball sack slapping against a wet cunt as Pete pounded into Karen.

“Go deeper, I’m about to cum!” Karen whispered into my ears. I could hear Pete slow his thrusting and Karen’s “Oh that’s it!” as he hit the mark.

Then I heard Karen grunt “UNGGGGK!” as she tried to keep quiet and cum at the same time.

Still panting from her orgasm, I heard Pete resuming his pounding as I envisioned his balls slapping against her hairy cunt and a big, fat, hard cock sliding into her wet hole. Just this thought would be enough to bring on my orgasm but I held back with all my strength.

Then Karen said:

“Please, please cum on my back. Let me feel your hot jizz!” Karen is such a slut, I thought to myself. I am sooo jealous!

Pete’s pounding got faster, a sure sign he was about to cum. Then he whispered/growled:

“CUMMING!”

The pounding stopped, breathing stopped, time stopped.

“Oh, that is so hot!” from Karen. This was immediately followed by me feeling something hit me in the face. Something hot and stick in a line from my chin to my eyebrow across my lips and nose.

I stuck out my tongue and recognized the smell and flavor of freshly spurted cum. I realized that what must have happened was that, when he came on Karen’s back, a couple of ropes had overshot her and veered to the left. His cum must have flown over Karen’s shoulder and landed on my face.

While all this scenario was forming in my head, my orgasm hit me like a train. My pussy had never in my life gushed so much leaving me sitting in a puddle. I tried not to make a sound and not sure if I succeeded. My clit seemed to go on throbbing for ever with aftershocks, especially after I licked more of that cum into my mouth.

As the throbbing in my pussy continued, I think I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, it was daylight and Pete, Karen and Dave had left. It was just me and the two girls packing away. I looked at my sleeping bag and there were two streaks of dried white cum on the dark blue material.

The girl with the nice pussy lips said:

“Do you mind if I get changed in here?”

“Go ahead,” I said.

At this, she dropped those shorts giving me full view of her neatly trimmed pussy from my lying position. Then she said:

“I got so horny last night. Did you hear those two fucking? I was wanking nearly all night.”

Then pulling her pussy lips apart said:

“My pussy is so sore now, look.” I looked at her gorgeous cunt, pink and raw and nodded, thinking: “IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN!!!”