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The Loss Of My Best Friend Jenny’s ‘virginity’ 3. free porn video
“Are you sure you want me to lick you out?” Jenny and Ruth suddenly looked embarrassed, and I felt the sexual tension draining speedily from the room, however the scent of hot sexy motivated vagina made me blurt out, “because I will if you want me to!” I didn’t want this moment to slip away, to lose another prospect to experiment with my sexuality. Both of my friends looked at each other, and then at me, “we want you to, we want to cum like you do!” And so, our fates were sealed, and there would be no going back. “We promise not to tell, not to speak a word to anyone about what happens between us tonight.” There was a meaningful pause, I guess they were waiting for my equal retort, but I said not a word, but lent in deliberately to touch Ruth's inner thighs with my fingertips, she shuddered and laid back onto the bed sheet.
Ruth was five feet six, short compared to my five feet nine inches, but Jenny was clearly petite at five feet two inches. Ruth had dark brown shoulder length hair, big brown cow like eyes, framed by extraordinarily long eyelashes. Jenny’s eyes on the other hand, were a deep blue, with pale lashes, she was a real blonde, her short hair curling around her face that always seemed to be smiling. Ruth was even featured, a good-looking healthy girl next door type, Jenny had a curved up full lipped mouth and a small button nose. Ruth had small neat breasts (32A) with conically pouting rose pink nipples, Jenny’s were large, well filled 38D, her aureoles darkish, crinkled and wide, her nipples very long when erect. I looked down at Ruth’s vagina, curling dark brown hair covered her small mound, her outer labia small and with a light sprinkling of soft hairs. Her inner lips were slight, the corrugated edges tinged with brown, the head of her clitoris poking from beneath its cowl. As I dropped my head, I half expected to hear her say that she’d changed her mind, but she didn’t. As I closed in on her pussy, I observed that the entrance was a very light pink, and it had one clear dew drop just beading on the nethermost of its entrance.
I thought I knew what to do, but I had real no idea if I could bring her off with my mouth, after all, I had never encountered other girls’ pussies, let alone tried to lick these girls off. Just before my lips made contact, I wondered what she’d taste like? If you’d questioned me in the cold light of day, and without the power of the vagina engaging my mind, if I would have licked off Ruth and Jenny, I’d have said immediately, “No!” And yet here I was nervously moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue before I applied them to the protective cloak of Ruth’s clitoris. A more much difficult question would have been why I was wishing that it was Jenny that I was about to perform cunnilingus on. Also, a lot of explaining would have been needed to rationalise why I wanted to be poking my tongue deep inside Jenny as I ground my own vagina furiously into her wide sensual mouth, her tongue questing inside me.
My bowed ruby lips closed over Ruth’s clitoris, she moaned quietly, I suckled at it like a teat, and her hips lifted away from the towel under her hips, and then thumped back firmly. I stopped, my breath hot on her inner secret, and then I carefully ran my tongue into the slender valley of her pussy, and then down to her vaginas entrance. She bucked harshly several times and little cry escaped her mouths lips, followed by the words, “don’t stop, don’t stop!” I stirred my fingertips over from her inner thighs and placed them either side of her innermost labia, and gently pulled her tiny meat curtains back before inserting my investigating tongue.
In, out, in, out and swirling around, the taste? Very pleasing, sticky to some extent sweet, lightly salty, and the aroma? At first sharp, a little like new perspiration, but then soft, warm, inviting until her pheromones hit the back of my throat, and my own cunt suddenly warmed and moistened.
Ruth’s hips started to slowly gyrate, and I continued my ministrations, kneeling in front of her like a religious supplicant preying to her inner goddess. Did my giving this close female friend pleasure feel wrong, no, and it was exciting me, and I lapped with enthusiasm at her now freely flowing nectars. Either side of my head, Ruth’s legs leisurely arose, her knees journeying towards her small jutting breasts, but knees held wide apart, her hands clasped behind her knees. She drew her thighs back until her heels rested either side of her head, her virgin’s vagina now splayed open as I slurped between her inner labia, each up lap and down lap passing over her now swollen pleasure spot. Ruth was breathing like a steam locomotive, with little gasps and moans, I looked up along her body to see that Jenny was stroking Ruth’s budding tits, pulling tenderly at her nipples, and then bending forward to hush her, “quiet baby, there’s other people in the house who may hear you!” Jenny was reminding her to be quiet, we didn’t need to be caught in our threesome, and it struck me that this was my second such event. I wouldn’t do for my mum to catch us writhing nearly naked on the bed with Ruth in the throes of an orgasm.
This nonetheless made no difference to Ruth, she was by now riding the crimson wave of ecstasy, her face showed her to be close to a peak, when Jenny simply placed her mouth onto Ruth’s and deeply French kissed her. I watched enviously as Ruth snogged Jenny back, but then Ruth’s hips kick out hard, and I lost contact with her cunt, and had to push my lips back decisively over her clitoris to maintain that needy connection. Sucking hard, I drew her stiff nubbin into my mouth fully, flicked my tongue to and fro rapidly over it, as she gushed heavily, heaved, humped into my face and gushed again and again. Ruth gave a massive gush, and then with a massive cry that escaped past Jenny’s mouth, she spurted mightily, wetting my chin, throat and the tops of my tits. It struck me as very lucky that I’d put a towel under her arse earlier, and for just such an event! I lifted my lips from her clitoris and sat back upright. Jenny and Ruth were still kissing vigorously, Ruth was now fondling Jenny’s breasts and tugging her nipples firmly as Jenny wriggled her hips, pushing her own pussy back into the bed-sheet and moaning loudly.
Suddenly from outside the bedroom door we heard high heels clicking, and then my mother’s voice queried if we were okay, and was Ruth okay, as it had sounded as if she was in pain? I called out that we were fine, and then she asked if she could come in? I called out that we most definitely okay, we had just been being silly, playing around, and that Ruth had stumbled, but she was fine. We waited with bated breath, and then heard my mother walk away, her high heels clickity clacking on the floor, phew.
I looked over at the two of them, they giggled, and Ruth told me that being licked was the best thing she had ever felt, far better than fingering herself! Jenny stood up and wriggled her hips about, her actions making her large breasts jiggle to and fro, and then informing me that she was next! I wasn’t keen now, my mum could just walk in, she was already suspicious. Jenny however was adamant, why she reasoned should Ruthy be the only one to have fun? I was of course swayed by the power of my pussy and the earlier images of sucking and licking at Jenny flooded back into my mind. So, I suggested something, in order to keep Jenny from becoming too vocal if she orgasmed, I’d lie on my back, Jenny could then sit facing my feet and Ruth would hold her from behind, and caress Jenny’s breasts. Ruth would fill Jen’s mouth with her tongue in necessary, hopefully stopping my mum from investigating us.
I lay on my back, we were all completely naked now, and Jenny clambered onto me, putting her knees either side of my chest. As she mounted my face, I understandably saw her vagina in intimate close up! both outer and inner labia were very fleshy, the inner ones hung even further out from her pussy than mine. Her pubic mound was overlaid sparsely by blonde barely curling hairs, her outer lips almost nude, smooth and no doubt delightful to lick, her asshole a puckered pretty pink, and then her intimate lips descended onto my face. Her taste, sweet with a merest lingering of sour tang, slightly salty, her zest exciting me as she harshly rubbed her cunt over my mouth. I giggled though her wrinkly lips, and then felt those butterflies in my tummy. This was going to be very exciting for her, and for me, and I opened my legs wide as I drew in a deep breath of her personal perfume, gorgeous.
Paul and I on the island...
I took my time in replying, making sure my voice was steady, my body fully recovered, I am in control, and then, “sure if guys would let me lead.” I could almost hear Paul thoughts ticking over, “I’d always let you lead.” This was far too obvious as an answer, he would of course want more intense sex with me, what guy wouldn’t? Maybe I’m being big headed, but at that time I felt I would fighting boys off with a crappy covered stick if what Paul had told me was true? He’d admitted openly to wanking off to thoughts of me nude, and that his friends and fellow male college acquaintances were intensely interested in my body. I had no doubt at all that they were undoubtedly strumming their cocks to visions of me on my back naked and spread legged. Me wanked, wanked over nearly anything to do with girls. An older woman bending in the shops had set Trevor off on a jerking spree. He had informed me boldly that after we had been to the local corner shop outside the college, and he’d seen this married woman in her forties bending, her panties visible through her tight trousers. He’d laid on his back, strumming his cock until he’d shot hard, his spunk hitting him just under his chin. The thought of that had sprung into my mind as I deep throated Paul proficiently, and I idly wondered what if I stood naked in front of a bunch of guys, would they actively jerk off to see who could get their ball contents to go furthest? Men were just so competitive, that even their own cum could be a means for a match, or it would appear. I had worked on Ade’s cock late one night, I had cum enough myself, and I had sucked, licked and played with his cock for a long time until he could take it no more. His cock had gotten shiny, his bell end purple as if in rage, and he had been standing, with me kneeling at his feet. Ade had been panting by then, urging me on, and finally I had moved to one side wanking his viper like cock until he delivered up unto me. His load had rocketed across the room, spattering on the bedroom wall a good six feet from where I knelt. This had fascinated me at the time, and even more scrumptious, he’d made me lick his slippery emission from the cool wall. I’d almost cum again at that point, but he had vigorously fingered my cunt and asshole as I bent spreading my legs and my buttocks for him. I’d finally orgasmed mightily as he had knelt behind me, licking at my cunt and asshole until I’d thought I would literally explode, but had actually just gushed and spurted. My joy fluids had landed on the pine flooring, and then he’d made my grovel and consume my own cum before I could go home that night.
I rolled onto my side to look at Paul, his cock wasn’t totally flaccid yet, “you’re not going to be able to fuck me forever you know, I grow bored quickly, and I’ll move on to another experience, a new cock, new encounters. Paul looked hurt, and I felt sorry for him, and seeing as how I was in control, I crawled over to him. As I crept, he watched my tits swaying, and his cock straightened, so I sucked it into my mouth, tasting my ass, his cum, and then cleaning his sperm from the shaft. He relaxed and I laid my head onto his firm belly, felt his pubic hair brushing my cheek, my lips, as his hard cock filled my throat.
Up down, up down, the eternal job of women to pleasure men’s penis’s, and I knew I was really good at this job. Ade had taught me everything he knew and liked, but I had surpassed his tuition when I secretly practiced by sucking on cucumbers, working the tip slowly past my gag reflex. Each day getting it further into my mouth and then from there, down into my throat, which was fun. I doubted that there was a cock on any man that I couldn’t swallow now. I had also worked on my cunt, lying back late at night after Ade had fucked me hard. I had pressed the various cucumbers into me over the weeks, gently, slowly coercing my vagina to accommodate their length and girth. One thing I had quickly learned, was that it took a great deal of stretching to achieve girth, but length, my slot would stretch after only a few thrusts! I then began shopping for the longest cucumbers that I could find, and then riding them. I’d lie, legs spread, my feet’s soles against each other as I inserted and worked on myself. Thrusting them in and out at varying speeds, working myself up to a frenzy, and then crouching over them, riding them until I was fully fulfilled. Using my mum's’ tape measure from her sewing box, I had discovered that I could easily get fifteen inches inside of me, but the width was a little more difficult. Stretching my pussy was extremely exciting, and I often achieved extra orgasms as I explored my inner realm, one hand guiding the length as the other played with my clit. All this sometimes left me sore as I stretched my width as I couldn’t stop imaging Mikes hand inside me when we’d had that threesome. I never told Ade about these exercises though, I had no intention of letting him know, well not yet. I’d not let him understand that I wanted more sex, and with more cocks, and certainly some of this sex to be with multiple guys all at the same time.
All this was running through my mind as I sucked on Paul heartily until he shot again. He groaned loudly, his hips thrashed for a moment, and I swallowed rapidly, greedily and then he was limp in my mouth at last, finished off for tonight at least.
Paul walked me home, wanted to kiss me goodbye, but I pushed him away, told him we’d meet again when I was ready, and then I went inside my home. Mum called out my name, and I asked if she wanted a cup of tea. As I passed her, she told me that I looked like the cat who had just gotten the cream, I smiled and thought how apt that comment was, what with Paul's fresh creaminess sitting in my tummy right now, and even more of it up my ass. Having made mum her tea, I retired to my bedroom with a fresh cucumber that I had slipped from the fridge when getting the milk for her tea out. A hard cold long cucumber, the feeling of which would get me off speedily, but I’d end up dreaming of cocky all night.
Ruth was five feet six, short compared to my five feet nine inches, but Jenny was clearly petite at five feet two inches. Ruth had dark brown shoulder length hair, big brown cow like eyes, framed by extraordinarily long eyelashes. Jenny’s eyes on the other hand, were a deep blue, with pale lashes, she was a real blonde, her short hair curling around her face that always seemed to be smiling. Ruth was even featured, a good-looking healthy girl next door type, Jenny had a curved up full lipped mouth and a small button nose. Ruth had small neat breasts (32A) with conically pouting rose pink nipples, Jenny’s were large, well filled 38D, her aureoles darkish, crinkled and wide, her nipples very long when erect. I looked down at Ruth’s vagina, curling dark brown hair covered her small mound, her outer labia small and with a light sprinkling of soft hairs. Her inner lips were slight, the corrugated edges tinged with brown, the head of her clitoris poking from beneath its cowl. As I dropped my head, I half expected to hear her say that she’d changed her mind, but she didn’t. As I closed in on her pussy, I observed that the entrance was a very light pink, and it had one clear dew drop just beading on the nethermost of its entrance.
I thought I knew what to do, but I had real no idea if I could bring her off with my mouth, after all, I had never encountered other girls’ pussies, let alone tried to lick these girls off. Just before my lips made contact, I wondered what she’d taste like? If you’d questioned me in the cold light of day, and without the power of the vagina engaging my mind, if I would have licked off Ruth and Jenny, I’d have said immediately, “No!” And yet here I was nervously moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue before I applied them to the protective cloak of Ruth’s clitoris. A more much difficult question would have been why I was wishing that it was Jenny that I was about to perform cunnilingus on. Also, a lot of explaining would have been needed to rationalise why I wanted to be poking my tongue deep inside Jenny as I ground my own vagina furiously into her wide sensual mouth, her tongue questing inside me.
My bowed ruby lips closed over Ruth’s clitoris, she moaned quietly, I suckled at it like a teat, and her hips lifted away from the towel under her hips, and then thumped back firmly. I stopped, my breath hot on her inner secret, and then I carefully ran my tongue into the slender valley of her pussy, and then down to her vaginas entrance. She bucked harshly several times and little cry escaped her mouths lips, followed by the words, “don’t stop, don’t stop!” I stirred my fingertips over from her inner thighs and placed them either side of her innermost labia, and gently pulled her tiny meat curtains back before inserting my investigating tongue.
In, out, in, out and swirling around, the taste? Very pleasing, sticky to some extent sweet, lightly salty, and the aroma? At first sharp, a little like new perspiration, but then soft, warm, inviting until her pheromones hit the back of my throat, and my own cunt suddenly warmed and moistened.
Ruth’s hips started to slowly gyrate, and I continued my ministrations, kneeling in front of her like a religious supplicant preying to her inner goddess. Did my giving this close female friend pleasure feel wrong, no, and it was exciting me, and I lapped with enthusiasm at her now freely flowing nectars. Either side of my head, Ruth’s legs leisurely arose, her knees journeying towards her small jutting breasts, but knees held wide apart, her hands clasped behind her knees. She drew her thighs back until her heels rested either side of her head, her virgin’s vagina now splayed open as I slurped between her inner labia, each up lap and down lap passing over her now swollen pleasure spot. Ruth was breathing like a steam locomotive, with little gasps and moans, I looked up along her body to see that Jenny was stroking Ruth’s budding tits, pulling tenderly at her nipples, and then bending forward to hush her, “quiet baby, there’s other people in the house who may hear you!” Jenny was reminding her to be quiet, we didn’t need to be caught in our threesome, and it struck me that this was my second such event. I wouldn’t do for my mum to catch us writhing nearly naked on the bed with Ruth in the throes of an orgasm.
This nonetheless made no difference to Ruth, she was by now riding the crimson wave of ecstasy, her face showed her to be close to a peak, when Jenny simply placed her mouth onto Ruth’s and deeply French kissed her. I watched enviously as Ruth snogged Jenny back, but then Ruth’s hips kick out hard, and I lost contact with her cunt, and had to push my lips back decisively over her clitoris to maintain that needy connection. Sucking hard, I drew her stiff nubbin into my mouth fully, flicked my tongue to and fro rapidly over it, as she gushed heavily, heaved, humped into my face and gushed again and again. Ruth gave a massive gush, and then with a massive cry that escaped past Jenny’s mouth, she spurted mightily, wetting my chin, throat and the tops of my tits. It struck me as very lucky that I’d put a towel under her arse earlier, and for just such an event! I lifted my lips from her clitoris and sat back upright. Jenny and Ruth were still kissing vigorously, Ruth was now fondling Jenny’s breasts and tugging her nipples firmly as Jenny wriggled her hips, pushing her own pussy back into the bed-sheet and moaning loudly.
Suddenly from outside the bedroom door we heard high heels clicking, and then my mother’s voice queried if we were okay, and was Ruth okay, as it had sounded as if she was in pain? I called out that we were fine, and then she asked if she could come in? I called out that we most definitely okay, we had just been being silly, playing around, and that Ruth had stumbled, but she was fine. We waited with bated breath, and then heard my mother walk away, her high heels clickity clacking on the floor, phew.
I looked over at the two of them, they giggled, and Ruth told me that being licked was the best thing she had ever felt, far better than fingering herself! Jenny stood up and wriggled her hips about, her actions making her large breasts jiggle to and fro, and then informing me that she was next! I wasn’t keen now, my mum could just walk in, she was already suspicious. Jenny however was adamant, why she reasoned should Ruthy be the only one to have fun? I was of course swayed by the power of my pussy and the earlier images of sucking and licking at Jenny flooded back into my mind. So, I suggested something, in order to keep Jenny from becoming too vocal if she orgasmed, I’d lie on my back, Jenny could then sit facing my feet and Ruth would hold her from behind, and caress Jenny’s breasts. Ruth would fill Jen’s mouth with her tongue in necessary, hopefully stopping my mum from investigating us.
I lay on my back, we were all completely naked now, and Jenny clambered onto me, putting her knees either side of my chest. As she mounted my face, I understandably saw her vagina in intimate close up! both outer and inner labia were very fleshy, the inner ones hung even further out from her pussy than mine. Her pubic mound was overlaid sparsely by blonde barely curling hairs, her outer lips almost nude, smooth and no doubt delightful to lick, her asshole a puckered pretty pink, and then her intimate lips descended onto my face. Her taste, sweet with a merest lingering of sour tang, slightly salty, her zest exciting me as she harshly rubbed her cunt over my mouth. I giggled though her wrinkly lips, and then felt those butterflies in my tummy. This was going to be very exciting for her, and for me, and I opened my legs wide as I drew in a deep breath of her personal perfume, gorgeous.
Paul and I on the island...
I took my time in replying, making sure my voice was steady, my body fully recovered, I am in control, and then, “sure if guys would let me lead.” I could almost hear Paul thoughts ticking over, “I’d always let you lead.” This was far too obvious as an answer, he would of course want more intense sex with me, what guy wouldn’t? Maybe I’m being big headed, but at that time I felt I would fighting boys off with a crappy covered stick if what Paul had told me was true? He’d admitted openly to wanking off to thoughts of me nude, and that his friends and fellow male college acquaintances were intensely interested in my body. I had no doubt at all that they were undoubtedly strumming their cocks to visions of me on my back naked and spread legged. Me wanked, wanked over nearly anything to do with girls. An older woman bending in the shops had set Trevor off on a jerking spree. He had informed me boldly that after we had been to the local corner shop outside the college, and he’d seen this married woman in her forties bending, her panties visible through her tight trousers. He’d laid on his back, strumming his cock until he’d shot hard, his spunk hitting him just under his chin. The thought of that had sprung into my mind as I deep throated Paul proficiently, and I idly wondered what if I stood naked in front of a bunch of guys, would they actively jerk off to see who could get their ball contents to go furthest? Men were just so competitive, that even their own cum could be a means for a match, or it would appear. I had worked on Ade’s cock late one night, I had cum enough myself, and I had sucked, licked and played with his cock for a long time until he could take it no more. His cock had gotten shiny, his bell end purple as if in rage, and he had been standing, with me kneeling at his feet. Ade had been panting by then, urging me on, and finally I had moved to one side wanking his viper like cock until he delivered up unto me. His load had rocketed across the room, spattering on the bedroom wall a good six feet from where I knelt. This had fascinated me at the time, and even more scrumptious, he’d made me lick his slippery emission from the cool wall. I’d almost cum again at that point, but he had vigorously fingered my cunt and asshole as I bent spreading my legs and my buttocks for him. I’d finally orgasmed mightily as he had knelt behind me, licking at my cunt and asshole until I’d thought I would literally explode, but had actually just gushed and spurted. My joy fluids had landed on the pine flooring, and then he’d made my grovel and consume my own cum before I could go home that night.
I rolled onto my side to look at Paul, his cock wasn’t totally flaccid yet, “you’re not going to be able to fuck me forever you know, I grow bored quickly, and I’ll move on to another experience, a new cock, new encounters. Paul looked hurt, and I felt sorry for him, and seeing as how I was in control, I crawled over to him. As I crept, he watched my tits swaying, and his cock straightened, so I sucked it into my mouth, tasting my ass, his cum, and then cleaning his sperm from the shaft. He relaxed and I laid my head onto his firm belly, felt his pubic hair brushing my cheek, my lips, as his hard cock filled my throat.
Up down, up down, the eternal job of women to pleasure men’s penis’s, and I knew I was really good at this job. Ade had taught me everything he knew and liked, but I had surpassed his tuition when I secretly practiced by sucking on cucumbers, working the tip slowly past my gag reflex. Each day getting it further into my mouth and then from there, down into my throat, which was fun. I doubted that there was a cock on any man that I couldn’t swallow now. I had also worked on my cunt, lying back late at night after Ade had fucked me hard. I had pressed the various cucumbers into me over the weeks, gently, slowly coercing my vagina to accommodate their length and girth. One thing I had quickly learned, was that it took a great deal of stretching to achieve girth, but length, my slot would stretch after only a few thrusts! I then began shopping for the longest cucumbers that I could find, and then riding them. I’d lie, legs spread, my feet’s soles against each other as I inserted and worked on myself. Thrusting them in and out at varying speeds, working myself up to a frenzy, and then crouching over them, riding them until I was fully fulfilled. Using my mum's’ tape measure from her sewing box, I had discovered that I could easily get fifteen inches inside of me, but the width was a little more difficult. Stretching my pussy was extremely exciting, and I often achieved extra orgasms as I explored my inner realm, one hand guiding the length as the other played with my clit. All this sometimes left me sore as I stretched my width as I couldn’t stop imaging Mikes hand inside me when we’d had that threesome. I never told Ade about these exercises though, I had no intention of letting him know, well not yet. I’d not let him understand that I wanted more sex, and with more cocks, and certainly some of this sex to be with multiple guys all at the same time.
All this was running through my mind as I sucked on Paul heartily until he shot again. He groaned loudly, his hips thrashed for a moment, and I swallowed rapidly, greedily and then he was limp in my mouth at last, finished off for tonight at least.
Paul walked me home, wanted to kiss me goodbye, but I pushed him away, told him we’d meet again when I was ready, and then I went inside my home. Mum called out my name, and I asked if she wanted a cup of tea. As I passed her, she told me that I looked like the cat who had just gotten the cream, I smiled and thought how apt that comment was, what with Paul's fresh creaminess sitting in my tummy right now, and even more of it up my ass. Having made mum her tea, I retired to my bedroom with a fresh cucumber that I had slipped from the fridge when getting the milk for her tea out. A hard cold long cucumber, the feeling of which would get me off speedily, but I’d end up dreaming of cocky all night.
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