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By stoneshen
Remembering Sarah and Carol set me off on a train of thoughts, so I thought it was worth recalling a few more experiences of my time with her.
I can never be bothered to hunt for the first part of stories, and I hate when they start by assuming you’ve read the previous. So. I worked around the country and got paid a nightly rate for accomodation without having to come up with receipts. Sarah was a girl I’d met in a pub in West London: 22 with an 8 year old kid, small, petite, small barely B cup boobs, mousy brown hair, blue eyes and a snub nose. Alcohol problem. Smoked too much weed, which is fine by me, but did too many other drugs although that’s never been my scene so not around me. She was white trash, the local estate bike when she’d had a few, but boy, could she fuck plus she was quite happy for me to stay in her tatty council flat when I was in the south of the UK.
This most recent time, I’d been staying with her for a couple of weeks: working during the day, coming home about 6 in the evening it was all very cosy. I had the money to ensure she had alcohol and weed and didn’t have to spend her benefits on them so she even started preparing dinners. I’d rather have done it myself as she couldn’t cook worth a shit, but it was a nice thought.
I came back to hers one Friday night to find a strange girl there. I’d met her before and knew she was a junkie even though she was just a kid: Joanne. 15, with a near 2 year old kid. The kid had been taken away from her and given to her parents who had kicked her out of home as she used to rob them blind. She was technically in a kid’s home but actually lived with an 18 year old junkie who had a council flat in the next block – she’d been with him for about 2 months and had been a junkie for about 6 weeks now. Sarah explained that they’d had an argument and she’d said Joanne could stay for a few days. I wasn’t very happy about it and made a mental note to keep a sharp eye on my wallet and car keys.
Anyway, Sarah and Joanne had been on the vodka for some time if the mostly empty bottle on the table was anything to go by. They were both quite drunk, and I’d brought more alcohol home with me. Sarah’s son David was with his grandparents that night, so there was no reason not to start early. I emptied my bag of spirits, mixers, wine and beer and then emptied my pockets of the half ounce of weed I’d picked up as well. They poured me a (very strong) drink as I set about rolling a spliff – I knocked it back quickly as I had some way to go to catch up with them! – and they poured me another as I lit the joint and passed it.
20 minutes later I was drunk and stoned, and so were Joanne and Sarah. I ordered a takeaway which was delivered surprisingly quickly and we chatted, ate, toked and drank.
By 9, we were all off our tits stoned and drunk. Joanne had surprised me by being quite entertaining despite her youth, and I’d noticed that under the drab clothing and un-made up exterior she wasn’t bad looking either. Long dark, almost black hair, brown eyes and a slightly swarthy complexion that suggested the Mediterranean or, more likely, Romany gypsy. About the same height as Sarah – 5′ – and with a similar figure – petite – but she had tits to die for. I’ve never been any good at guessing sizes but where Sarah’s were a modest B cup, hers much have been D. She was wearing a low cut t-shirt that showed off her impressive cleavage, and a short skirt: her running shoes had long been kicked off but she kept on the little ankle socks above a dainty set of feet.
I realised that if I didn’t have a shower now, I’d never have one so I told them that I was off to have one and to get changed for the night. Sarah said that Joanne was sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room and that they’d get it out while I showered. As they were both drunk it sounded like something I didn’t want to get involved in, so off I went. 15 minutes later I’m back, drunk and stoned but clean and showered and wearing just a short dressing gown. I unsteadily made my way around the sofa bed which seemed to take up most of the room and sat back down on the other couch with Sarah. Lots of laughter about me being nearly naked, and then Sarah decides she wants a shower too, so off she goes leaving me there with Joanne. I light another spliff, take some tokes and pass it over to her as we chat. I was fairly sure that the conversation had become more flirty in the absence of Sarah and I kept catching her eye, finding her holding my gaze. I could feel myself becoming aroused, my cock hardening in my dressing gown. I knew she’d noticed but neither of us said anything although despite her bra I could just about see that her nipples had hardened, the faint outline of them pushing through 2 layers of clothes.
We chatted and toked, and a while later Sarah returned from her shower. She was wearing another of my short robes, the front loosely tied and barely holding together, her boobs barely covered while her shaven slit peeked through under the belt. The shower hadn’t sobered her up and she was unsteady on her feet as she came and sat down next to me. Joanne asked if she could have a shower, and when Sarah agreed mentioned that she hadn’t brought anything with her to wear: Sarah said there was another of my dressing gowns behind the bedroom door. Joanne went out of the room and I heard the shower start up again as I poured more drinks and passed one to Sarah. We both drank before putting our glasses down. I leaned forwards towards Sarah and kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling, fighting as I slipped my hand inside her robe, cupping one of her small breasts, finding the nipple with my fingers and pinching it gently. She gasped into my mouth and I could feel her hand pushing my robe open, her fingers finding my hard cock and beginning to stroke it. With my other hand, I opened her robe wide and found her pussy, my fingers sliding over her smooth shaven cunt, exploring her wet hole. She was always wet when she was drunk and stoned and would do pretty much anything. I worked my fingers into her, two, then three, a slow, gentle rhythm, my thumb playing with her clit, my other hand massaging her tits and pinching her nipples. I broke our kiss, kissing instead her ears, her neck, and them moving down, my fingers still working inside her as I kissed her tits, her nipples – perhaps a few gentle bites there as well! – and then slowly across her belly, lower, skirting her pubic area to kiss her inner thighs as my fingers continued a slow, steady fucking of her. She moaned I removed my fingers, my tongue teasing her inner thighs and she thrust her hips upwards trying to force my mouth onto her, her hands on my head trying to pull me towards her very wet cunt. I could smell her sex, see her fluids and couldn’t resist: I buried my face into her slit, my tongue finding and exploring her wet hole as I knelt on the floor between her legs. We stared into each other’s eyes as she watched me eat her and it was her eyes which let me know Joanne had come back into the room as they briefly flicked towards the door seconds before I heard the sofa bed creak behind me as Joanne sat back down on it. Sarah groaned, pushing up harder as she pulled my face into her harder and I felt the familiar flood of wetness begin as she began to cum into my face. I kept licking her then sucking on her clit, my fingers buried in her as she loudly came in front of her 15 year old friend.
As her grip relaxed I disentangled myself from her and sat back on the sofa next to her, reaching over and getting another spliff. Sarah was laid in her corner, her dressing gown open, fully exposed, her small tits and stiff nipples standing proud, her shaven pussy, wet with her cum as were her inner thighs. My own dressing gown was open, my hard cock standing straight up as I sat back and I glanced over at Joanne who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa bed, her eyes flitting between me and Sarah. Her robe was partially open, covering her tits but only just. She was leaning on one hand, the other inside her robe between her legs although I couldn’t see what she was doing. I offered her the spliff and she took her hand out, the robe opening enough for me to catch a glimpse of some black lacy panties. I noticed as she took the spliff the tips of her first two fingers were wet, so I had some idea what she had been doing while she watched Sarah and I.
We drain our drinks, and I pour more. The roach does the rounds until it was gone. We were all seriously wasted now. I pulled Sarah towards me, knowing the signs about when I had to fuck her or she would pass out. She drunkenly took hold of my cock, slipping her dressing gown off her shoulders as she leant towards me, drunkenly kissing my face, my mouth as she stroked me, I pulled her around so I could reach her cunt, pushing her head down between sliding my fingers into her, matching the time of her head bobbing on my, neither of us caring that Joanne was there, in fact loving that she was forced to sit and watch us.
I looked over at her and she giggled nervously. “I have to take my medicine, is that alright?” she asked, her voice throaty. I drunkenly wondered why she was asking my permission to take a tablet and said “Yeah, sure”. I was surprised to see her reach into her bag on the floor next to the bed and pull out a needle and some elastic, not realising until then what she meant: she must have prepared it earlier and been fighting the urge. She shrugged her dressing gown off one shoulder, exposing her left breast, full and yet still with the perkiness of her mid-teens as she pulled her arm free of the sleeve. I noticed how hard her nipple was – all of a sudden I had an urge to leap over there and suck it, but I couldn’t do that. Instead, I pulled Sarah up, dragging her with me as I moved into the far corner of the couch, sitting her on my cock facing Joanne as she tied the elastic around her bicep. Sarah straddled me, her hand feeding my cock into her hungry wet cunt as she began to ride me.
Joanne’s gaze was torn between watching us fuck just 3 feet away from her and finding a vein in her arm. The vein won, and with a sigh she slid the needle in, leaning back against the back of the sofa bed, her robe falling open, exposing her 15 year old tits to us as she began to push the plunger in, shooting the heroin into her vein slowly. Something about it was very erotic and I knew Sarah felt it too as I felt her beging to move on me, grinding herself down onto my cock. She moved one hand out of my sight and I knew she was rubbing and pinching her clit in front of her friend as we fucked, completely exposed to this teenage junkie.
Joanne leant back, the plunger fully depressed and the drugs coursing through her veins. She groanand and pushed her hand down the front of her lacy panties – there wasn’t much to them as I’d thought when I’d caught a glimpse earlier. Sarah was grunting as she rode me, and Joanne’s fingers seemed to mimic her groans, Joanne moaning as her eyes fluttered from the drug, her fingers disappearing up herself. Sarah moved faster and faster and I knew she was close: I met her thrusts, looking at Joanne’s teenage body and knowing I’d have it in the next few days. I grabbed Sarah’s hips and thrust her down on my hard cock: she groaned and as I felt her pussy contract I began to shoot my spunk inside her. Her back arched and she moaned loudly as she came, her pussy leaking down my cock. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, her teeth clenched and she squirted once across the sofa bed, almost hitting Joanne’s feet with it and then rammed herself down on me as I emptied my spunk into her.
Joanne’s legs were spread and her fingers had pushed her panties down so her slit was on full view as she shoved them inside herself. She groaned as she watched us cum, her legs snapping closed, trapping her fingers inside herself as she came as well, her eyes rolling from the combined effects of the drugs and her orgasm and as her legs relaxed her head lolled back and her eyes closed as she passed out. Unconcious, she began to urinate, a stream of piss soaking her fingers, her panties and the bedding. The empty syringe hung forgotten from her arm.
Sarah leant back against me, exhausted, my cock still buried inside her. I could feel my spunk leaking out around my cock which was already slick with her juices. I put my arms around her, and I’m not sure which one of us fell asleep first but it was several hours later when I woke up.
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By stoneshen
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