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Top Ten Pants-spunks - Miss Sandy Sarjeant (RSG Da free porn video
I was in my late teens and already a pervert wanker. I had a sizeable collection of dirty mags by then, as well as cuttings from holiday brochures, lingerie catalogues, newspapers etc (no Page 3 back the). If I was lucky I would get lucky views at school, maybe other places, but that was all in those days, so thank god for my magazines.
You did see stocking-tops occasionally on telly, like in sitcoms or Carry On films, and sometimes cleavage or tight tops too. I remember the girl in the short skirt in ‘Till Death Do Us part’, or Franscea Annis on a k**s show always wearing a short skirt, Lulu dancing in Her mini on ToTP, so the telly was a good source of lucky views sometimes, problem was there was no recording, no pause live TV or anything like that.
So when a girl was on screen, there was no way of knowing how long the camera would be on Her, and anyway because the telly was in the sort of common room, there were usually other people around, so it was all more a frustration than a source of wank-material. And then they got new dancers on Ready Steady Go! the pop programme.
Miss Sandy Sarjeant, Miss Georgie Allen and Miss Celia Hetherington first appeared in 1966 and I was utterly stunned. They wore very short skirts, and showed their knix non-stop when they danced. I very rarely saw knickers, only in lucky views, and I’d never seen skirts that short. Problem was, the camera would go to them as they danced to a band performing on the show, and then back to the band. I was desperate to spunk my pants watching them, but if the camera turned to some goofy git, it would be a disaster.
There was also the problem that this was a popular show, so they were always more people than normal in the room. I could clasp my hands in my lap and then gently rub up and down, on the odd occasion the camera would be on a girl long enough for me to rub and cum in my pants watching, but far more often She’d be out of shot before I could get there. And so it was in that first show with the RSG! Dancers, and that was very, very frustrating – such short skirts, such lovely dancing, such breathtaking views of knix, and after a couple of seconds they were gone, then back for a few seconds, then gone.
My total delight at first seeing them turned to real disappointment, but then, suddenly, Miss Cathy McGowan talked about a group and their song, but they weren’t on the show – their track played and out came the RSG! Dancers! The camera was on them and nothing else for over 2 minutes. Now you might think that it would take longer than that to go from cold to wet pants, but it wasn’t cold – I’d seen them several times during the show so I never went completely soft, and anyway when you see such short skirts, such sexy go-go dancing and lots and lots and lots of knickers – I’d never seen anything like this before – well it’s only going to take a few seconds.
I’m safe to gawp all I want, because all eyes are on the screen and on the girls dancing. I’ve got my hands clasped in my lap but just the gentle weight on my penis is enough, I can feel that straightaway, though as always I can never quite believe that I’m seconds from perv ecstasy, I can never quite believe that I’m going to see lovely girls, legginess, knick-knix – yes I’m getting into a pervy state.
I’ve never seen girls move like that – I’ve only rarely seen girls dance – I’ve never seen skirts as short as that, and girls wiggling their hips as they dance in them so that they flick up, and yes, in that two minutes I probably saw more knickers than I’d done in my life so far, apart from in my magazines.
I think that was the first time I got tunnel vision, where it seems like everything but the TV screen is blotted out, and I’m unblinking as I see this unbelievable sight of girls doing jerking dance moves, the camera homing in and out on them and what they’re showing, the luxury of a full 2 and a half minutes of focus just on the dancing girls and nothing else. Poor knobby!
Pulsating more and more, that feeling in the tip, but not burning because I’m applying very gentle pressure. Yes, and spunk is rising already, and all I can see are girlie-goddesses dancing and showing, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven – this just came from no-where and I’m still in disbelief.
I’m conscious that there are blokes all around, albeit concentrating on the screen, and that I’m leaking in my pants, the girls have got me on the verge already, and it could be dangerous if I can’t control my convulsions or moans, life would be very difficult here if my secret got out. But despite that all I can think about is those lovely girls and what they’re doing to me, as they dance and dance and I’m leaking non-stop in my pants, trembling all over, on the verge of perv ecstasy.
Wump! Wump! Wump! I’m doing it in my pants. Shot after shot and fortunately I pretend to cough – a ruse that will serve me well in the years to cum – and I feel the spunk soaking into my underpants, right round to my arse so the chair will get wet too, and still more shots, the most unbelievable ecstasy as I see girls moving, dancing, like for real, not like in a mag. The song ends and the girls run off stage and before everyone stops talking excitedly to each other – “cor did you see that!”, “wow!” – I’m up and out, to change my trousers and pants before any one sees what the girls made me do.
That was the first of many telly pants-spunks, there were many more on the RSG! Dancers, until the show closed later that year I think. What’s lovely about that situation is that, where you are, in a room full of people, it’s not possible to assist the pants-spunk in any way. So you just have to sit there, and hope the girls make me spontaneously, just at the sight of them. And then as you feel the spunk rising, feel that special sensation in the tip as the first little trickle of pre-cum leaks out, oh you know they’re gonna make you, such a fabulous feeling. The gradual build-up, the first sensations of ecstasy as liquid leaves the slit in the tip of the penis, the growing trembling all over, just the knowledge that girls are gonna make you spunk in your pants, the rising excitement, all almost as good as the pants-spunk itself.
But then as knobby pumps the first big gob of spunk into your underpants, forcing it through the slit and straight into the material of my underpants, and I’m in ecstasy, and knobby pumps and pumps for what seems like hours, and then it’s over. But the memory? That lasts forever, and I’ll never forget that first heavenly experience, enhanced by the fact the girls made me do it in my pants many more times. Top Ten for sure!
Miss Sandy Sarjeant go-go’s while I cum cum
Ohhhhh...see Her jerk Her body, see Her short, short dress flick up, see Her show Her legginess and knix, feel it as She MAKES you spunk in your underpants!!
You did see stocking-tops occasionally on telly, like in sitcoms or Carry On films, and sometimes cleavage or tight tops too. I remember the girl in the short skirt in ‘Till Death Do Us part’, or Franscea Annis on a k**s show always wearing a short skirt, Lulu dancing in Her mini on ToTP, so the telly was a good source of lucky views sometimes, problem was there was no recording, no pause live TV or anything like that.
So when a girl was on screen, there was no way of knowing how long the camera would be on Her, and anyway because the telly was in the sort of common room, there were usually other people around, so it was all more a frustration than a source of wank-material. And then they got new dancers on Ready Steady Go! the pop programme.
Miss Sandy Sarjeant, Miss Georgie Allen and Miss Celia Hetherington first appeared in 1966 and I was utterly stunned. They wore very short skirts, and showed their knix non-stop when they danced. I very rarely saw knickers, only in lucky views, and I’d never seen skirts that short. Problem was, the camera would go to them as they danced to a band performing on the show, and then back to the band. I was desperate to spunk my pants watching them, but if the camera turned to some goofy git, it would be a disaster.
There was also the problem that this was a popular show, so they were always more people than normal in the room. I could clasp my hands in my lap and then gently rub up and down, on the odd occasion the camera would be on a girl long enough for me to rub and cum in my pants watching, but far more often She’d be out of shot before I could get there. And so it was in that first show with the RSG! Dancers, and that was very, very frustrating – such short skirts, such lovely dancing, such breathtaking views of knix, and after a couple of seconds they were gone, then back for a few seconds, then gone.
My total delight at first seeing them turned to real disappointment, but then, suddenly, Miss Cathy McGowan talked about a group and their song, but they weren’t on the show – their track played and out came the RSG! Dancers! The camera was on them and nothing else for over 2 minutes. Now you might think that it would take longer than that to go from cold to wet pants, but it wasn’t cold – I’d seen them several times during the show so I never went completely soft, and anyway when you see such short skirts, such sexy go-go dancing and lots and lots and lots of knickers – I’d never seen anything like this before – well it’s only going to take a few seconds.
I’m safe to gawp all I want, because all eyes are on the screen and on the girls dancing. I’ve got my hands clasped in my lap but just the gentle weight on my penis is enough, I can feel that straightaway, though as always I can never quite believe that I’m seconds from perv ecstasy, I can never quite believe that I’m going to see lovely girls, legginess, knick-knix – yes I’m getting into a pervy state.
I’ve never seen girls move like that – I’ve only rarely seen girls dance – I’ve never seen skirts as short as that, and girls wiggling their hips as they dance in them so that they flick up, and yes, in that two minutes I probably saw more knickers than I’d done in my life so far, apart from in my magazines.
I think that was the first time I got tunnel vision, where it seems like everything but the TV screen is blotted out, and I’m unblinking as I see this unbelievable sight of girls doing jerking dance moves, the camera homing in and out on them and what they’re showing, the luxury of a full 2 and a half minutes of focus just on the dancing girls and nothing else. Poor knobby!
Pulsating more and more, that feeling in the tip, but not burning because I’m applying very gentle pressure. Yes, and spunk is rising already, and all I can see are girlie-goddesses dancing and showing, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven – this just came from no-where and I’m still in disbelief.
I’m conscious that there are blokes all around, albeit concentrating on the screen, and that I’m leaking in my pants, the girls have got me on the verge already, and it could be dangerous if I can’t control my convulsions or moans, life would be very difficult here if my secret got out. But despite that all I can think about is those lovely girls and what they’re doing to me, as they dance and dance and I’m leaking non-stop in my pants, trembling all over, on the verge of perv ecstasy.
Wump! Wump! Wump! I’m doing it in my pants. Shot after shot and fortunately I pretend to cough – a ruse that will serve me well in the years to cum – and I feel the spunk soaking into my underpants, right round to my arse so the chair will get wet too, and still more shots, the most unbelievable ecstasy as I see girls moving, dancing, like for real, not like in a mag. The song ends and the girls run off stage and before everyone stops talking excitedly to each other – “cor did you see that!”, “wow!” – I’m up and out, to change my trousers and pants before any one sees what the girls made me do.
That was the first of many telly pants-spunks, there were many more on the RSG! Dancers, until the show closed later that year I think. What’s lovely about that situation is that, where you are, in a room full of people, it’s not possible to assist the pants-spunk in any way. So you just have to sit there, and hope the girls make me spontaneously, just at the sight of them. And then as you feel the spunk rising, feel that special sensation in the tip as the first little trickle of pre-cum leaks out, oh you know they’re gonna make you, such a fabulous feeling. The gradual build-up, the first sensations of ecstasy as liquid leaves the slit in the tip of the penis, the growing trembling all over, just the knowledge that girls are gonna make you spunk in your pants, the rising excitement, all almost as good as the pants-spunk itself.
But then as knobby pumps the first big gob of spunk into your underpants, forcing it through the slit and straight into the material of my underpants, and I’m in ecstasy, and knobby pumps and pumps for what seems like hours, and then it’s over. But the memory? That lasts forever, and I’ll never forget that first heavenly experience, enhanced by the fact the girls made me do it in my pants many more times. Top Ten for sure!
Miss Sandy Sarjeant go-go’s while I cum cum
Ohhhhh...see Her jerk Her body, see Her short, short dress flick up, see Her show Her legginess and knix, feel it as She MAKES you spunk in your underpants!!
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