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Chapter 4 First Attempt. A Bit Of A Disaster free porn video
I suppose I was very naïve, and looking back I think I was being groomed. Lovemaking with her became a regular and delightful part of my life, but increasingly she would tell me stories of the ‘special parties’ she and he took part with a group of other couples. Apparently there was one game that was played called ‘no rules ping-pong’ where everybody took a table tennis ball from a pillow case and whoever picked the only yellow ball was the ‘mark’ for the evening. The ‘mark’ male or female would have to submit to everyone else at the party, and would do whatever that was demanded of him or her, with no rules, although I suspect that anyone who did anything completely outrageous or life threatening wouldn’t be invited to the next party. She had been the mark on several occasions and told me hair raising stories of her adventures with two, three and on one occasion four party goers using her body at one time. I must admit that I found that prospect exciting.
She also increasingly spoke about her husband when we were making love. I remember on one occasion I was showing her some yoga poses, I was in the plough position where you support your weight on your shoulders and bring your legs over your head so your knees are just above your ears. She laughed and told me my vagina was wide open, (she didn’t say vagina – she was quite coarse sometimes) and if her husband was here, he would just slide into me. On another occasion she had managed to get us in a position where she was rubbing her vulva on mine, which was an amazing intimate feeling. and said ‘Paul would love to watch us doing this’. From there it was a short step to her suggesting that he should watch and perhaps join our private sessions. I understand now that she was telling him everything we did, but at the time I was nervous and excited as I realised that being made love to by a man would be different and perhaps more fulfilling, but I was also reluctant.
Eventually though she won me over and I agreed. It was arranged that both of them would ‘visit’ me the next Sunday afternoon. I was so nervous and excited; I think I showered twice and brushed my hair three times that morning and even trimmed off the little bit of fluff that was posing as pubic hair. I found the kimono that had been a leaving present from my department at Selfridges, blue and red silk with golden dragons all over, it was still in it’s cellophane wrapper in my wardrobe. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good, and thinking I would be a different woman by that evening. Then I fussed around arranging some snacks and little sandwiches, I wasn’t sure what was expected by the guest to a mini orgy, anyway it passed the time.
There was a knock at the door and I let them in and led them into the sitting room. There was an awkward silence, but as usual she took charge and gave me a big hug and a kiss, he seemed a bit subdued and gave me a peck on the cheek. She gave a little giggle and slipped behind me fondling me through the silk of the kimono and then suddenly pulled the cord loose and there I was practically naked with a man who was all eyes standing a couple of feet in front of me. She cupped my breasts with her hands and lifted them, almost as if she was offering to him, he needed no further invitation and was fondling and kissing my breasts, all the time I was thinking ‘Oh God it’s going to happen’. She whispered for me to open my legs so I shuffled my feet about a little, she whispered ‘Wider’ and I opened my legs so wide that if she hadn’t been there holding me, I would have fallen. Her hands slipped down between my legs and holding my labia she pulled out and up so I was wide open, once again as if she was displaying me to him. I’m not stupid and thinking about this later it was obvious that they had rehearsed of practice their moves or perhaps this was a carry over from their group sex parties. I didn’t care I had discovered a deep down need to be displayed, admired and just used. He of course pounced straight away, fingering me, I was quite tense but he managed to slide a finger into my vagina at the same time gently massaging my clitoris, them kneeling down he engulfed my vulva with his mouth. He was doing it differently to her, she would mostly use her tongue, licking and flicking: he was using his whole mouth almost as if he was preparing to eat me, I just closed my eyes and surrendered to whatever he was going to do.
She must have felt a bit left out of things as she pulled the kimono over my shoulders and threw it on the ground leaving me naked and pushing him away she led me to the sofa and sat me down, then pulling off her tee shirt and jogging bottoms and kicking her trainers across the room she sat next to me, to naked ladies solemnly watching him strip off. Unfortunately, he managed to get a shoe stuck in his jeans and he was hopping around on one leg like a mad thing, this of course sent us into a spasm of giggling which led to hilarious hugging and soon we were off without him.
He eventually managed to get stripped off and I could inspect my first naked man. Hardly the maiden's dream of love. Like her he was stocky and hairy, with a bit of a paunch. What really caught my attention was his penis, sticking straight out from a large mop of black pubic hair. it was not what I had imagined. From what I had learned as teenager from the pot bank girls back home in Stoke on Trent I was expecting something snakelike ~ this was stubby and thick and my first thought was that I would never be able to take that inside me. She reached out and took his penis in hand a rubbed it backwards and forwards and then took my hand and showed me what to do. I really liked the silky feel of his skin moving backwards and forwards over the rigid part. I was still amazed at the thickness, it seemed bigger with my hand partly round it, I really think it was the size of a standard coca cola can.
What followed was a disaster, after some very pleasant playful kissing, licking and laughing, I ended up lying in my back with my head on her lap more or less wedged between the bottom of her breasts and my ankles were on his shoulders whilst he, penis in hand was rubbing the tip of it up and down my vulva and around my clitoris, I was really enjoying the moment until he said something like ‘Here we go’ and started to push against the entrance of my vagina. I don’t suppose anything more than the tip went into me. I gave a yelp, pushed him away with my feet and struggled to sit up. She was annoyed with him for rushing things. I was tearful, she was angry but when she said perhaps they should leave, I found myself apologising for not allowing myself to be split wide open. The mood lightened when I said they couldn’t go as I had made sandwiches and she started her infectious laughter.
She suggested things would be more comfortable if we went to my bedroom. I followed her upstairs watching the jiggle of her naked bottom and he followed behind me so I tried a jiggle for his benefit, it seemed to do the trick as I felt a kiss on the small of my back and a hand slide between my legs as we reached the top. In the bedroom he pulled me to him and tried to give me a sloppy kiss, I could feel his penis pressing hard against my belly, she pushed him away and we ended up on the lying across the bed in her favourite position, me on my back, legs spread and her on top, her mouth glued to my vulva and mine to hers. I was trying the method he had performed on me earlier, munching on her with my lips and tongue and rescuing the occasional hair from my mouth with a free hand. I was aware of him kneeling on the bed with his knees either side of my head. His hands appeared as he spread her buttocks and then just like that he pushed his penis into her vagina. No wonder she was so loose and lippy down there, having taken fat thing inside her several times a week for twenty odd years. She gave a little squeal and redoubled her efforts on my vulva and clitoris. I was fascinated, as he pushed into her, all her vulva folded in with him, and it looked as if he was being gripped by a hairy glove, and as he pulled out, she opened up and her inner lips clung onto him as if trying to stop him escaping. I had to turn my head a little to avoid his testicles flopping across my face, and I could just reach her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I could feel my orgasm building up, and she was starting to push back fast and hard against him making her usual noises, I followed suit clamping my thighs against her head and I think I was quite noisy. He was still pushing backwards and forward into her; I could hear him groaning and suddenly he pulled completely out of her and pushed his penis against my lips and ejaculated. The first spurt went into my mouth, but as I automatically turned my face away, he spurted on my cheek, neck, hair and I think even in my ear.
I didn’t know what to do with the semen in my mouth, I thought it might be rude to spit it out so I swallowed it. It tasted musty, salty and almost a bit stale, it was definitely astringent as it caught against the back of my mouth as it went down. It wasn’t totally unpleasant and I thought that if he enjoyed doing that, it was something I could do. We had all collapsed in a contented heap, but when we had sorted ourselves out and she saw the state of me with my messy hair sticking to my face, she had a few choice words with him and pushed him off the bed. Grabbing my hand, she led me to the bathroom, he tried to get into the shower with us but she pulled the door shut and he stood outside watching us through the glass like a rejected schoolboy.
She washed my hair and I just stood there as she soaped me all over and rinsed me off. I could see him peering hopefully trough the steamed-up shower door. We finished and grabbing an armful of towels we jiggled past him leaving him to rinse of alone. After a quick towel dry and a brushing, she had my hair looking nearly decent and we went down to the kitchen to make tea and get the snacks I had prepared from the fridge. After a few minutes we could hear him calling from upstairs, but ignored him. We heard him coming down the stairs and wrapped ourselves in towels, he was dripping wet, she had grabbed the towel I had put out for him on the way downstairs, she was horrible to him sometimes.
I noticed his fat penis had now shrunk and was now a little nub almost hidden by his pubic hair. He must have been embarrassed by me staring and grabbing a towel disappeared into the living room. We wandered into the living room with the tea trays to find him dressed and sitting in one of the armchairs. I put a little side table next to his chair for his cup milk jug and sugar bowl, and left the rest for us on the coffee table by the sofa. We went back into the kitchen for the snacks I had prepared, I could tell from her expression that she was up to something. She whispered in my ear and took our towels off. So stark naked we went back to the living room with trays of snacks and fussed round him. I poured his tea and served him with sandwiches and scone with jam and an eggcup full of butter while she was asking if he was comfortable and fetch a cushion from another chair, I could tell he was wary of what she was up to but it didn’t stop him sliding a hand between my thighs, she gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and told him he had had his chance.
We sat down opposite him with our buttocks on the edge of the sofa. She reached over and spread my legs wide and pulled my labia open, she the arranged herself the same way. So we sat there our vaginas looking at him accusingly while we ate small crustless triangular sandwiches and sipped tea from my mother’s best Spode bone china with our little fingers crooked like a pair of naughty Duchesses. I think she loved him dearly, but she had to be in control all the time.
She also increasingly spoke about her husband when we were making love. I remember on one occasion I was showing her some yoga poses, I was in the plough position where you support your weight on your shoulders and bring your legs over your head so your knees are just above your ears. She laughed and told me my vagina was wide open, (she didn’t say vagina – she was quite coarse sometimes) and if her husband was here, he would just slide into me. On another occasion she had managed to get us in a position where she was rubbing her vulva on mine, which was an amazing intimate feeling. and said ‘Paul would love to watch us doing this’. From there it was a short step to her suggesting that he should watch and perhaps join our private sessions. I understand now that she was telling him everything we did, but at the time I was nervous and excited as I realised that being made love to by a man would be different and perhaps more fulfilling, but I was also reluctant.
Eventually though she won me over and I agreed. It was arranged that both of them would ‘visit’ me the next Sunday afternoon. I was so nervous and excited; I think I showered twice and brushed my hair three times that morning and even trimmed off the little bit of fluff that was posing as pubic hair. I found the kimono that had been a leaving present from my department at Selfridges, blue and red silk with golden dragons all over, it was still in it’s cellophane wrapper in my wardrobe. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good, and thinking I would be a different woman by that evening. Then I fussed around arranging some snacks and little sandwiches, I wasn’t sure what was expected by the guest to a mini orgy, anyway it passed the time.
There was a knock at the door and I let them in and led them into the sitting room. There was an awkward silence, but as usual she took charge and gave me a big hug and a kiss, he seemed a bit subdued and gave me a peck on the cheek. She gave a little giggle and slipped behind me fondling me through the silk of the kimono and then suddenly pulled the cord loose and there I was practically naked with a man who was all eyes standing a couple of feet in front of me. She cupped my breasts with her hands and lifted them, almost as if she was offering to him, he needed no further invitation and was fondling and kissing my breasts, all the time I was thinking ‘Oh God it’s going to happen’. She whispered for me to open my legs so I shuffled my feet about a little, she whispered ‘Wider’ and I opened my legs so wide that if she hadn’t been there holding me, I would have fallen. Her hands slipped down between my legs and holding my labia she pulled out and up so I was wide open, once again as if she was displaying me to him. I’m not stupid and thinking about this later it was obvious that they had rehearsed of practice their moves or perhaps this was a carry over from their group sex parties. I didn’t care I had discovered a deep down need to be displayed, admired and just used. He of course pounced straight away, fingering me, I was quite tense but he managed to slide a finger into my vagina at the same time gently massaging my clitoris, them kneeling down he engulfed my vulva with his mouth. He was doing it differently to her, she would mostly use her tongue, licking and flicking: he was using his whole mouth almost as if he was preparing to eat me, I just closed my eyes and surrendered to whatever he was going to do.
She must have felt a bit left out of things as she pulled the kimono over my shoulders and threw it on the ground leaving me naked and pushing him away she led me to the sofa and sat me down, then pulling off her tee shirt and jogging bottoms and kicking her trainers across the room she sat next to me, to naked ladies solemnly watching him strip off. Unfortunately, he managed to get a shoe stuck in his jeans and he was hopping around on one leg like a mad thing, this of course sent us into a spasm of giggling which led to hilarious hugging and soon we were off without him.
He eventually managed to get stripped off and I could inspect my first naked man. Hardly the maiden's dream of love. Like her he was stocky and hairy, with a bit of a paunch. What really caught my attention was his penis, sticking straight out from a large mop of black pubic hair. it was not what I had imagined. From what I had learned as teenager from the pot bank girls back home in Stoke on Trent I was expecting something snakelike ~ this was stubby and thick and my first thought was that I would never be able to take that inside me. She reached out and took his penis in hand a rubbed it backwards and forwards and then took my hand and showed me what to do. I really liked the silky feel of his skin moving backwards and forwards over the rigid part. I was still amazed at the thickness, it seemed bigger with my hand partly round it, I really think it was the size of a standard coca cola can.
What followed was a disaster, after some very pleasant playful kissing, licking and laughing, I ended up lying in my back with my head on her lap more or less wedged between the bottom of her breasts and my ankles were on his shoulders whilst he, penis in hand was rubbing the tip of it up and down my vulva and around my clitoris, I was really enjoying the moment until he said something like ‘Here we go’ and started to push against the entrance of my vagina. I don’t suppose anything more than the tip went into me. I gave a yelp, pushed him away with my feet and struggled to sit up. She was annoyed with him for rushing things. I was tearful, she was angry but when she said perhaps they should leave, I found myself apologising for not allowing myself to be split wide open. The mood lightened when I said they couldn’t go as I had made sandwiches and she started her infectious laughter.
She suggested things would be more comfortable if we went to my bedroom. I followed her upstairs watching the jiggle of her naked bottom and he followed behind me so I tried a jiggle for his benefit, it seemed to do the trick as I felt a kiss on the small of my back and a hand slide between my legs as we reached the top. In the bedroom he pulled me to him and tried to give me a sloppy kiss, I could feel his penis pressing hard against my belly, she pushed him away and we ended up on the lying across the bed in her favourite position, me on my back, legs spread and her on top, her mouth glued to my vulva and mine to hers. I was trying the method he had performed on me earlier, munching on her with my lips and tongue and rescuing the occasional hair from my mouth with a free hand. I was aware of him kneeling on the bed with his knees either side of my head. His hands appeared as he spread her buttocks and then just like that he pushed his penis into her vagina. No wonder she was so loose and lippy down there, having taken fat thing inside her several times a week for twenty odd years. She gave a little squeal and redoubled her efforts on my vulva and clitoris. I was fascinated, as he pushed into her, all her vulva folded in with him, and it looked as if he was being gripped by a hairy glove, and as he pulled out, she opened up and her inner lips clung onto him as if trying to stop him escaping. I had to turn my head a little to avoid his testicles flopping across my face, and I could just reach her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I could feel my orgasm building up, and she was starting to push back fast and hard against him making her usual noises, I followed suit clamping my thighs against her head and I think I was quite noisy. He was still pushing backwards and forward into her; I could hear him groaning and suddenly he pulled completely out of her and pushed his penis against my lips and ejaculated. The first spurt went into my mouth, but as I automatically turned my face away, he spurted on my cheek, neck, hair and I think even in my ear.
I didn’t know what to do with the semen in my mouth, I thought it might be rude to spit it out so I swallowed it. It tasted musty, salty and almost a bit stale, it was definitely astringent as it caught against the back of my mouth as it went down. It wasn’t totally unpleasant and I thought that if he enjoyed doing that, it was something I could do. We had all collapsed in a contented heap, but when we had sorted ourselves out and she saw the state of me with my messy hair sticking to my face, she had a few choice words with him and pushed him off the bed. Grabbing my hand, she led me to the bathroom, he tried to get into the shower with us but she pulled the door shut and he stood outside watching us through the glass like a rejected schoolboy.
She washed my hair and I just stood there as she soaped me all over and rinsed me off. I could see him peering hopefully trough the steamed-up shower door. We finished and grabbing an armful of towels we jiggled past him leaving him to rinse of alone. After a quick towel dry and a brushing, she had my hair looking nearly decent and we went down to the kitchen to make tea and get the snacks I had prepared from the fridge. After a few minutes we could hear him calling from upstairs, but ignored him. We heard him coming down the stairs and wrapped ourselves in towels, he was dripping wet, she had grabbed the towel I had put out for him on the way downstairs, she was horrible to him sometimes.
I noticed his fat penis had now shrunk and was now a little nub almost hidden by his pubic hair. He must have been embarrassed by me staring and grabbing a towel disappeared into the living room. We wandered into the living room with the tea trays to find him dressed and sitting in one of the armchairs. I put a little side table next to his chair for his cup milk jug and sugar bowl, and left the rest for us on the coffee table by the sofa. We went back into the kitchen for the snacks I had prepared, I could tell from her expression that she was up to something. She whispered in my ear and took our towels off. So stark naked we went back to the living room with trays of snacks and fussed round him. I poured his tea and served him with sandwiches and scone with jam and an eggcup full of butter while she was asking if he was comfortable and fetch a cushion from another chair, I could tell he was wary of what she was up to but it didn’t stop him sliding a hand between my thighs, she gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and told him he had had his chance.
We sat down opposite him with our buttocks on the edge of the sofa. She reached over and spread my legs wide and pulled my labia open, she the arranged herself the same way. So we sat there our vaginas looking at him accusingly while we ate small crustless triangular sandwiches and sipped tea from my mother’s best Spode bone china with our little fingers crooked like a pair of naughty Duchesses. I think she loved him dearly, but she had to be in control all the time.
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