Bastille Day, 2011 [MM/F]

She stood, legs apart, arms extended to support her weight against the sink in the bathroom. The stranger who stood behind her had his cock inside her cunt. The stranger who stood at her side snaked his hand between her legs to touch her clitoris. Loud moans escaped her lips. She tilted her ass fractionally up and wriggled backward. She squeezed her pussy about the shaft, consciously at first, then reveled in the sensation as it contracted involuntarily in orgasm.

She was wet inside: gushing, in fact. The fact of her coming made the anonymous cock that was fucking her climax as well. The semen shot into the condom. She clutched the porcelain. Her knuckles whitened.

After he had released, she extricated herself from the softening penis and went to her knees and sucked the next man's offering. Her throat loosened. Cords of spit dripped from the wide shaft. Extracting a condom from the box on the ground, she covered him.

He chose to stretch out on the dirty floor. His hand held the erection upright for her to mount. She lowered over the prick and bounced herself on top of him. Her hand reached behind to finger his balls.

A new man joined them. «Puis-je vous toucher?» he asked formally.

«S'il vous plaît, Monsieur.»

He crouched beside her and pinched her nipples. His fingers tugged her hair and angled her head up so that her eyes met his, and then he kissed her. He showed her tongue. She sucked its tip like a finger. Still rising and sinking over the man whose cock she straddled, she reached for this new man's penis and stroked its length.

Suddenly, someone from behind cupped her breasts. She glanced at him and smiled. He was an older gentleman with graying hair. Though flaccid, the penis that dangled between his legs had substantial girth. She licked her lips and turned back to the man who was kissing her cheek. He straightened, and she took his cock from his two hands and placed it in her mouth.

The man under her gripped her hips. He was doing the work of fucking now. She opened her legs and allowed the use of her pussy. Before long, she sucked two cocks, alternating blowjob and handjob between them, interrupted now and again by the agreeable incident of her orgasm precipitated by the thunder between her loins. They exclaimed in three languages, and a crowd gathered around them to watch.

I was that girl four years ago.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3d8flv/bastille_day_2011_mmf