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There was life after being shared whilst supposedly drunk (I faked how drunk I was). Adrian (My Boyfriend of a year now) and Mike (His best friend) had used me for their pleasure after they thought I was really drunk. I had moved on from this experience though, which they didn’t know, or maybe care about. I saw Mike often when I was out with Ade, and occasionally at Ade’s house, but he never mentioned what had happened to me that night. – Covered in ‘My first anal experience’ Episodes 1-7.
This is my life in late 70’s – Sex, Sun and Sand - Summer was about to arrive, and I was about to leave college and try and get a job.
Adrian hadn’t tried to talk about his sharing of my body with Mike, and I hadn’t mentioned it to him. It was as though the whole episode had never occurred, but in that single night, my attitude to sex had changed. I had been very naïve and shy until I started going out with Ade. my sexual experience had been guided by a blow job I mentioned in the previous account. Ade had taken me, an innocent, well practically innocent young woman, and made me into a sexual being. A woman who now wanted lots of sex, and with lots of men, and more than one man at a time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I didn’t want my sexual progression stalled by Ade, from him either being jealous, or conniving to share me with his friends when he wanted to. So, our relationship appeared to have returned to normal, except we had the added excitement of anal now as described before. Ade often now said he loved me, usually when he was either cumming in my pussy, or whispered in my ear on occasions. I hadn’t replied though, I’d never said that I loved him, and I wasn’t even sure how I felt about him now? I was most definitely still strongly attracted to him, I found him charming, amusing and sexy, but love? First off, I didn’t trust him now, and I also guessed that he was probably shagging other women behind my back. My way of dealing with this, was to let my brother Trevor’s friend Paul shag me, to teach him all about the feminine physique, and also scheming further ways to get fantastic sex without Adrian’s help! I wanted fucking every night, not three times a week or so, and one penis wasn’t going to do it for me, I was curious about other guys techniques and cocks.
A couple of weeks after Trevor had watched me being cum over, and then used by Paul, as he Trevor stood outside watching through the curtains, I phoned Paul. This was just before the summer break, and his father had answered the phone, and seemed surprised when I had asked for Paul. He asked who I was? I guessed from this question that Paul had either never had a girl ring him before, or his father was very nosy. I told him that I was Trevor’s older sister, and I heard call out, “Paul!” And then the phone was put down loudly on something. A few moments later, Paul answered, and seemed surprised that I had actually rung him and blurted out my name loudly. I told him to be careful, not so loud, he apologised. I said I needed a good hard fucking, was he up to it? Breathily he told me that it was all he’d been thinking about! I suggested that as it was Friday, so there was no college the next day, that he pop out with me in the evening. Could he sneak out without his parents knowing, and after 9PM? Paul agreed he could, but where did I want to go? It was warm weather, so I suggested that he meet me on the nearby local beach, was that okay? The answer breathily came down the phoneline, “Yes!” So, I said, “I’ll meet you by the shop on the right-hand side of the beach.” I looked at the clock in hall where our phone was situated on the wall, it was only 2PM, I had eight hours to fill.
I slipped into a short denim shirt and T shirt, no bra, and no knickers, it was hot out. I took the dog down to the beach for a walk to look out the lay of the land. The beach was actually situated in a cove, and on the right-hand side of this cove, the land ran outwards into the Atlantic. There was a short bridge out onto a reasonable sized island at the end of the land. When the tide was out, this landmass was almost left high and dry. Tonight though, the tide would be in by 8PM, so maybe I’d take Paul out onto the island. No one would then wander off the beach and catch us, they’d have to cross the bridge first. As I walked my dog, I looked for suitable places on the island for a nippy tryst, there were quite a few suitable places, I just had to hope now that the island would be vacant tonight or only a few cuddling couples. When you actually go looking for a place where you can mate, but not be observed doing the sticky deed, your eyes suddenly see places quite differently. So, I wandered along the edge of the island, my gaze scanning for a suitable spot, however some lads on the beach below started heckling me. They were making their way out to the sea and were just wearing surf shorts. They were now looking up at me as I walked along the cliffside, it was at the maximum fifty feet from where they stood gawping at me. They weren’t that old, and shouting out phrases like,
“GET YOUR TITS OUT!” “SHOW US YOUR ARSE DARLING!”
I got this sort of thing all the time through the summer months when the tourists arrived. I’d often walk into town along the main road, and regularly had guys cat calling me. Groups of passing guys in cars would often shout ribald comments out of their window, laughing, joking and wolf whistling. Their comments ranged from ‘Nice Bum!’ to ‘Show us your cunt slut!’ And ‘Bet you had a lot of cock Darling!”
I was used to this, it didn’t bother me now, in fact I found their sexual comments a bit of a compliment to my looks. Once I got into the town though, I’d have men of all ages staring at my tits, I admit I never wore a bra under my T, and they would comment on my nipples poking out their eyes. Occasionally I’d get a slap on the bum, and sometimes a guy would fondle my ass cheek, squeezing hard as they tried to chat me up. However, I always held my head up, shoulders back and carried on walking and said nothing. At college the guys thought I was a little snooty due to this attitude, but if only they had really known. As I have said before in previous episodes, there were rumours about me being a slut, but not one of these speculations was so far substantiated by hard evidence.
So, the guys on the beach shouting, was a normal occurrence in my life at the moment. Today however, I was feeling incredibly sexy, and knowing that I was going to had by Paul tonight behind Adrian’s back, was adding coal to the burning in my pussy. The smell of the sea and sand, the warmth on my back from the afternoon sun, plus the fresh air wafting over my naked pussy lips, made me exceedingly daring, and I suddenly threw caution to the wind, and yanked up my tiny skirt (The one that my mother called a denim belt) exposing my groin to their gaze, and then bent over and mooned them. As I turned back to look at them, I jerked my garment back down, but lifted my T and bent forward to give them wriggle and a good look at my quivering breasts. Swiftly turning away from then, I pulled my T down, but I left them flabbergasted, mouths wide open, before they cheered raucously. If there was one thing, I knew to be true, I had very good breasts. I knew this, because I’d had men of all ages tell me so many times, some had leered, but the majority told me as if it was a lovely compliment that I’d love to hear. Going to the beach in a bikini or even a full swimming costume had been quite embarrassing for a while, but I had got used to this. I admit now that I had often posed in front of my dressing table mirror, posturing to see which way my full tits looked best. My nipples were high, so at least my breasts didn’t look like udders, I didn’t fancy being mistaken for a heifer. When I showered at college after playing hockey, I’d noticed every girl had different breasts, some tiny, some huge, and there were many different types of nipple sizes and shapes. Mine didn’t have much in the way of areola and were coral pink tipped. My nipples always seemed to be erect, but the guys who had seen and played with them, seemed to be delighted with them. I did love having my tits played with, my favourite way, on my hands and knees, with my tits being sucked hard on by a guy lying underneath me, although only Ade had done this presently.
Walking around the island, the lads cheering fading away, I realised that my gash was all runny, obviously exposing myself had excited me. The evening before when I had shaved off my pubes for the first time, (Ade had been suggesting this for a while, but I’d not been keen) I had felt myself go moist then as well. Now however, the feeling of the ocean breeze blowing up my skirt occasionally, felt very good on my exposed crinkly pussy lips, I knew I was going to have to cum shortly. My inner labia pushed right out past my outer ones, and when I had shaved using a vanity mirror, I’d noticed this, the air was brushing them. Having soaped my pussy the night before, and then razored away my soft curling red pubes, I dried myself, and then stood up in front of my mirror. I had admired my smooth pubic bone, and how my inner labia hung out and down between my legs. Adrian had told me that I had a wonderful cunt, and he should know, as he spent a lot of time between my legs examining it. As I stood, I could see the sharp valley of my gash rising up from between my legs to my pubis, the sides of the later then curved down to my velvety white thighs. I had long legs, 31” and very slim ankles, I did however have a reasonable calf, which gave my legs a good shape, and they often got admired. Ade told me that when he did me in missionary position, my thighs and hips formed a pliable cradle that he could rest on comfortably. He told me that I was a very comfortable fuck, and then told me that his previous GF, who I knew, had been a very bony fuck, no good for long distance. He laughed afterwards, laughed at his own joke I suppose, but I squirreled away the fact that I was good for long hard shagging
Ahead of me, I spotted a dip in the cliffside, and I made my way to it, and then holding the dogs lead hard, I carefully walked down into the dip. Securing the dog, I sat down on the short grasses, all around me were sea pinks and vetch, they scented the air, and from where I sat and on looking around, I couldn’t see any of the island, nor the beach below, perfect. I bumped my ass up and down on the grass, the sea pinks made it spongey, and here I was thinking of my backside if Paul pounded in and out of me tonight as he nailed me. The thought of his hips bumping into mine, brought an instant warm feeling to my pussy, and also a fluttering of butterflies in my tummy. I lay back and looked up at the sky, there were just a few puffy white clouds, the sun was warming the hollow, making it very comfortable, the aroma of the flowers, everything was perfect. I let myself fall gradually backwards until I was prone, and then drew my legs up, as my knees fell apart like an overcooked chicken’s. A few moments later I absentmindedly let my right-hand rub at my inner thigh. My fingers dallied for a few moments, but my clitoris called out to my u*********s mind and without any thought whatsoever, just for the pure enjoyment, I let my other hands fingers run out onto my pubic mound. The now silky shaven skin felt so smooth to my caress, and then my digits wandered off under their own volition to study my now no longer hairy vagina’s cleft, and they rubbed lightly at its puckered edges. They slickened with its no readily available inner juices, and I caressed the hood of my spot between two fingers, just slightly, but gradually building pressure and speed as my clit sprang forth to meet my fingers. Little electric shocks flew through me, I moaned, muttered, prayed no one would see me, the thought though stimulating me further and to another level, and then out of nowhere, I came hard, once, then just a tiny moment separating them, a second sharp orgasm. The butterflies rose in my tummy, heading for my mouth as the pleasure built, and then I yelped loudly as I hit orgasmic peak three and I squirted hard, the fluid audibly splashing the grass in front of me. The feelings in my cunt slowed, lowering me back from my peak, my vagina spasming in a delightful way, if only it had a cock to clench on, it would have been perfect. If I had wanted to, I could have easily cum again, but the thought of tonight halted my fingers activities. I closed my legs deliberately, pushing my skirt down at the same time, and then I raised my hand, fingers greasily slicked with my own cum, and sucked on them languorously. I’d have to tell Jenny and Ruth on Monday, we talked about our orgasms, and how we did ourselves. I didn’t remember them saying they wanked outside.
Ever since Ade had taught me that women could orgasm, and then I’d told them, they had been masturbating furiously, well after I taught them that is, but more about that in a second. Neither Ruth nor Jenny had been with a guy and been penetrated or licked out. Most of their sex with guys, had been confined to their tits and fingering. They had both had experience of cock in their hand, and Ruth had sucked on the tip of one, but not brought the guy off. They were both desperate to be fucked, but only by the right guy, the one who would get them off as well.
We had sleepovers the three of us, Jenny and Ruth lived away from the town, so a night out meant them staying over in my bedroom. On one such night, they had informed me, whilst giggling, that I show them where exactly to rub themselves. At first, I had thought that they were winding me up, but no, they really wanted tuition like I’d had from Ade. So, I had laid back on my bed, pulled up my knees, spread my legs, and then pulled my knickers to one side and showed them exactly where the clitoris was hidden from view. They’d then took turns to lie on the bed and feel themselves with their legs back and spread. Jenny had yanked down her panties and then taken the lacy things right off. Ruth had experimented, feeling herself, smiling as he found her clitoris. After Ruth got up, Jenny lay down and exposed her pussy properly, spreading herself with two fingers. Jenny’s gash was the first other woman’s cunt that I’d ever seen close up. I had leant in, curious, wanting a better look, and then very daringly I had actually reached out and touched her clit, showing Jenny exactly it was hidden under its protective hood. Jenny had responded with a gasp, and I looked up to Ruth, she responded with a smile. Jenny put her hand instantly on my wrist, and then whispered breathily that she dared me to rub her off! I pulled away, laughed and told her to get a boyfriend of her own. But Ruth joined in, ribbing me, saying why should I have all the fun, and before I knew what was going on, the excitement of being sexually wicked whisked me away and I sat down on the bed with Jenny!
I licked my fingers before applying a little cautious pressure to her pussy, rubbing her outer labia, and then slowly working at her inner ones. I inserted a finger into the heat of her body, she urged me on, but I withdrew it, told he quietly she should have a cock break her virginity. I then moved my attentions to her clitoris, and she yelped, but then smiled dreamily, a couple of minutes later, with Ruth watching, I brought Jenny off to a hard orgasm, the first she’d ever had. Ruth wouldn’t wait for Jenny to have another and dragged her from the bed as we both giggled, and then she took Jenny’s place. With Jenny off the bed, and before Ruth could take her place, I saw a wet patch where Jen had cum! So, before I started on Ruth, I speedily got a bath towel, and then got it under her hips, and as I was pushing to get the towel straight, she asked me to lick her off like Ade did to me. Now rubbing off is one thing, but licking out was much more personal, my puss informed me that it liked this idea though. I looked at Jenny, she immediately said, “Yes, yes, lick her off, and then do me!”.
Both Jenny and Ruth were intensely interested in how Ade regularly licked me off, and when I had described the feelings and emotions that came from his actions, they wanted the same. If I’d had a cock, I’d have been breaking them both in right there and then, but I could oblige their request for the feeling of tongue on their cunts and to cum. I shook my head, although in my mind I was certain that I’d do this if they really wanted me to. I looked at them both seriously, “are you sure you want me to lick you out?”
This is my life in late 70’s – Sex, Sun and Sand - Summer was about to arrive, and I was about to leave college and try and get a job.
Adrian hadn’t tried to talk about his sharing of my body with Mike, and I hadn’t mentioned it to him. It was as though the whole episode had never occurred, but in that single night, my attitude to sex had changed. I had been very naïve and shy until I started going out with Ade. my sexual experience had been guided by a blow job I mentioned in the previous account. Ade had taken me, an innocent, well practically innocent young woman, and made me into a sexual being. A woman who now wanted lots of sex, and with lots of men, and more than one man at a time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I didn’t want my sexual progression stalled by Ade, from him either being jealous, or conniving to share me with his friends when he wanted to. So, our relationship appeared to have returned to normal, except we had the added excitement of anal now as described before. Ade often now said he loved me, usually when he was either cumming in my pussy, or whispered in my ear on occasions. I hadn’t replied though, I’d never said that I loved him, and I wasn’t even sure how I felt about him now? I was most definitely still strongly attracted to him, I found him charming, amusing and sexy, but love? First off, I didn’t trust him now, and I also guessed that he was probably shagging other women behind my back. My way of dealing with this, was to let my brother Trevor’s friend Paul shag me, to teach him all about the feminine physique, and also scheming further ways to get fantastic sex without Adrian’s help! I wanted fucking every night, not three times a week or so, and one penis wasn’t going to do it for me, I was curious about other guys techniques and cocks.
A couple of weeks after Trevor had watched me being cum over, and then used by Paul, as he Trevor stood outside watching through the curtains, I phoned Paul. This was just before the summer break, and his father had answered the phone, and seemed surprised when I had asked for Paul. He asked who I was? I guessed from this question that Paul had either never had a girl ring him before, or his father was very nosy. I told him that I was Trevor’s older sister, and I heard call out, “Paul!” And then the phone was put down loudly on something. A few moments later, Paul answered, and seemed surprised that I had actually rung him and blurted out my name loudly. I told him to be careful, not so loud, he apologised. I said I needed a good hard fucking, was he up to it? Breathily he told me that it was all he’d been thinking about! I suggested that as it was Friday, so there was no college the next day, that he pop out with me in the evening. Could he sneak out without his parents knowing, and after 9PM? Paul agreed he could, but where did I want to go? It was warm weather, so I suggested that he meet me on the nearby local beach, was that okay? The answer breathily came down the phoneline, “Yes!” So, I said, “I’ll meet you by the shop on the right-hand side of the beach.” I looked at the clock in hall where our phone was situated on the wall, it was only 2PM, I had eight hours to fill.
I slipped into a short denim shirt and T shirt, no bra, and no knickers, it was hot out. I took the dog down to the beach for a walk to look out the lay of the land. The beach was actually situated in a cove, and on the right-hand side of this cove, the land ran outwards into the Atlantic. There was a short bridge out onto a reasonable sized island at the end of the land. When the tide was out, this landmass was almost left high and dry. Tonight though, the tide would be in by 8PM, so maybe I’d take Paul out onto the island. No one would then wander off the beach and catch us, they’d have to cross the bridge first. As I walked my dog, I looked for suitable places on the island for a nippy tryst, there were quite a few suitable places, I just had to hope now that the island would be vacant tonight or only a few cuddling couples. When you actually go looking for a place where you can mate, but not be observed doing the sticky deed, your eyes suddenly see places quite differently. So, I wandered along the edge of the island, my gaze scanning for a suitable spot, however some lads on the beach below started heckling me. They were making their way out to the sea and were just wearing surf shorts. They were now looking up at me as I walked along the cliffside, it was at the maximum fifty feet from where they stood gawping at me. They weren’t that old, and shouting out phrases like,
“GET YOUR TITS OUT!” “SHOW US YOUR ARSE DARLING!”
I got this sort of thing all the time through the summer months when the tourists arrived. I’d often walk into town along the main road, and regularly had guys cat calling me. Groups of passing guys in cars would often shout ribald comments out of their window, laughing, joking and wolf whistling. Their comments ranged from ‘Nice Bum!’ to ‘Show us your cunt slut!’ And ‘Bet you had a lot of cock Darling!”
I was used to this, it didn’t bother me now, in fact I found their sexual comments a bit of a compliment to my looks. Once I got into the town though, I’d have men of all ages staring at my tits, I admit I never wore a bra under my T, and they would comment on my nipples poking out their eyes. Occasionally I’d get a slap on the bum, and sometimes a guy would fondle my ass cheek, squeezing hard as they tried to chat me up. However, I always held my head up, shoulders back and carried on walking and said nothing. At college the guys thought I was a little snooty due to this attitude, but if only they had really known. As I have said before in previous episodes, there were rumours about me being a slut, but not one of these speculations was so far substantiated by hard evidence.
So, the guys on the beach shouting, was a normal occurrence in my life at the moment. Today however, I was feeling incredibly sexy, and knowing that I was going to had by Paul tonight behind Adrian’s back, was adding coal to the burning in my pussy. The smell of the sea and sand, the warmth on my back from the afternoon sun, plus the fresh air wafting over my naked pussy lips, made me exceedingly daring, and I suddenly threw caution to the wind, and yanked up my tiny skirt (The one that my mother called a denim belt) exposing my groin to their gaze, and then bent over and mooned them. As I turned back to look at them, I jerked my garment back down, but lifted my T and bent forward to give them wriggle and a good look at my quivering breasts. Swiftly turning away from then, I pulled my T down, but I left them flabbergasted, mouths wide open, before they cheered raucously. If there was one thing, I knew to be true, I had very good breasts. I knew this, because I’d had men of all ages tell me so many times, some had leered, but the majority told me as if it was a lovely compliment that I’d love to hear. Going to the beach in a bikini or even a full swimming costume had been quite embarrassing for a while, but I had got used to this. I admit now that I had often posed in front of my dressing table mirror, posturing to see which way my full tits looked best. My nipples were high, so at least my breasts didn’t look like udders, I didn’t fancy being mistaken for a heifer. When I showered at college after playing hockey, I’d noticed every girl had different breasts, some tiny, some huge, and there were many different types of nipple sizes and shapes. Mine didn’t have much in the way of areola and were coral pink tipped. My nipples always seemed to be erect, but the guys who had seen and played with them, seemed to be delighted with them. I did love having my tits played with, my favourite way, on my hands and knees, with my tits being sucked hard on by a guy lying underneath me, although only Ade had done this presently.
Walking around the island, the lads cheering fading away, I realised that my gash was all runny, obviously exposing myself had excited me. The evening before when I had shaved off my pubes for the first time, (Ade had been suggesting this for a while, but I’d not been keen) I had felt myself go moist then as well. Now however, the feeling of the ocean breeze blowing up my skirt occasionally, felt very good on my exposed crinkly pussy lips, I knew I was going to have to cum shortly. My inner labia pushed right out past my outer ones, and when I had shaved using a vanity mirror, I’d noticed this, the air was brushing them. Having soaped my pussy the night before, and then razored away my soft curling red pubes, I dried myself, and then stood up in front of my mirror. I had admired my smooth pubic bone, and how my inner labia hung out and down between my legs. Adrian had told me that I had a wonderful cunt, and he should know, as he spent a lot of time between my legs examining it. As I stood, I could see the sharp valley of my gash rising up from between my legs to my pubis, the sides of the later then curved down to my velvety white thighs. I had long legs, 31” and very slim ankles, I did however have a reasonable calf, which gave my legs a good shape, and they often got admired. Ade told me that when he did me in missionary position, my thighs and hips formed a pliable cradle that he could rest on comfortably. He told me that I was a very comfortable fuck, and then told me that his previous GF, who I knew, had been a very bony fuck, no good for long distance. He laughed afterwards, laughed at his own joke I suppose, but I squirreled away the fact that I was good for long hard shagging
Ahead of me, I spotted a dip in the cliffside, and I made my way to it, and then holding the dogs lead hard, I carefully walked down into the dip. Securing the dog, I sat down on the short grasses, all around me were sea pinks and vetch, they scented the air, and from where I sat and on looking around, I couldn’t see any of the island, nor the beach below, perfect. I bumped my ass up and down on the grass, the sea pinks made it spongey, and here I was thinking of my backside if Paul pounded in and out of me tonight as he nailed me. The thought of his hips bumping into mine, brought an instant warm feeling to my pussy, and also a fluttering of butterflies in my tummy. I lay back and looked up at the sky, there were just a few puffy white clouds, the sun was warming the hollow, making it very comfortable, the aroma of the flowers, everything was perfect. I let myself fall gradually backwards until I was prone, and then drew my legs up, as my knees fell apart like an overcooked chicken’s. A few moments later I absentmindedly let my right-hand rub at my inner thigh. My fingers dallied for a few moments, but my clitoris called out to my u*********s mind and without any thought whatsoever, just for the pure enjoyment, I let my other hands fingers run out onto my pubic mound. The now silky shaven skin felt so smooth to my caress, and then my digits wandered off under their own volition to study my now no longer hairy vagina’s cleft, and they rubbed lightly at its puckered edges. They slickened with its no readily available inner juices, and I caressed the hood of my spot between two fingers, just slightly, but gradually building pressure and speed as my clit sprang forth to meet my fingers. Little electric shocks flew through me, I moaned, muttered, prayed no one would see me, the thought though stimulating me further and to another level, and then out of nowhere, I came hard, once, then just a tiny moment separating them, a second sharp orgasm. The butterflies rose in my tummy, heading for my mouth as the pleasure built, and then I yelped loudly as I hit orgasmic peak three and I squirted hard, the fluid audibly splashing the grass in front of me. The feelings in my cunt slowed, lowering me back from my peak, my vagina spasming in a delightful way, if only it had a cock to clench on, it would have been perfect. If I had wanted to, I could have easily cum again, but the thought of tonight halted my fingers activities. I closed my legs deliberately, pushing my skirt down at the same time, and then I raised my hand, fingers greasily slicked with my own cum, and sucked on them languorously. I’d have to tell Jenny and Ruth on Monday, we talked about our orgasms, and how we did ourselves. I didn’t remember them saying they wanked outside.
Ever since Ade had taught me that women could orgasm, and then I’d told them, they had been masturbating furiously, well after I taught them that is, but more about that in a second. Neither Ruth nor Jenny had been with a guy and been penetrated or licked out. Most of their sex with guys, had been confined to their tits and fingering. They had both had experience of cock in their hand, and Ruth had sucked on the tip of one, but not brought the guy off. They were both desperate to be fucked, but only by the right guy, the one who would get them off as well.
We had sleepovers the three of us, Jenny and Ruth lived away from the town, so a night out meant them staying over in my bedroom. On one such night, they had informed me, whilst giggling, that I show them where exactly to rub themselves. At first, I had thought that they were winding me up, but no, they really wanted tuition like I’d had from Ade. So, I had laid back on my bed, pulled up my knees, spread my legs, and then pulled my knickers to one side and showed them exactly where the clitoris was hidden from view. They’d then took turns to lie on the bed and feel themselves with their legs back and spread. Jenny had yanked down her panties and then taken the lacy things right off. Ruth had experimented, feeling herself, smiling as he found her clitoris. After Ruth got up, Jenny lay down and exposed her pussy properly, spreading herself with two fingers. Jenny’s gash was the first other woman’s cunt that I’d ever seen close up. I had leant in, curious, wanting a better look, and then very daringly I had actually reached out and touched her clit, showing Jenny exactly it was hidden under its protective hood. Jenny had responded with a gasp, and I looked up to Ruth, she responded with a smile. Jenny put her hand instantly on my wrist, and then whispered breathily that she dared me to rub her off! I pulled away, laughed and told her to get a boyfriend of her own. But Ruth joined in, ribbing me, saying why should I have all the fun, and before I knew what was going on, the excitement of being sexually wicked whisked me away and I sat down on the bed with Jenny!
I licked my fingers before applying a little cautious pressure to her pussy, rubbing her outer labia, and then slowly working at her inner ones. I inserted a finger into the heat of her body, she urged me on, but I withdrew it, told he quietly she should have a cock break her virginity. I then moved my attentions to her clitoris, and she yelped, but then smiled dreamily, a couple of minutes later, with Ruth watching, I brought Jenny off to a hard orgasm, the first she’d ever had. Ruth wouldn’t wait for Jenny to have another and dragged her from the bed as we both giggled, and then she took Jenny’s place. With Jenny off the bed, and before Ruth could take her place, I saw a wet patch where Jen had cum! So, before I started on Ruth, I speedily got a bath towel, and then got it under her hips, and as I was pushing to get the towel straight, she asked me to lick her off like Ade did to me. Now rubbing off is one thing, but licking out was much more personal, my puss informed me that it liked this idea though. I looked at Jenny, she immediately said, “Yes, yes, lick her off, and then do me!”.
Both Jenny and Ruth were intensely interested in how Ade regularly licked me off, and when I had described the feelings and emotions that came from his actions, they wanted the same. If I’d had a cock, I’d have been breaking them both in right there and then, but I could oblige their request for the feeling of tongue on their cunts and to cum. I shook my head, although in my mind I was certain that I’d do this if they really wanted me to. I looked at them both seriously, “are you sure you want me to lick you out?”
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