Early dirty sex experiences xxx
When I think back about it now, all those years ago, it always seemed to involve that dirty little fucker, Mr Vaughn. So called Sexual education, depravity in all shapes and forms and utter filth, his fingers or cock were usually involved in some way.
My formative beginnings in cross dressing and being abused and used by other men, was one example that springs to mind. Yes, Mr Vaughn knew I didn’t mind wearing the odd gym slip or camisole when I’d wank or suck his cock off, he knew I used to go to my friends Barry’s house after school for the pair of us to wank each other off looking at the ‘Spick’ and ‘Fiesta’ magazines that he kept under his bed and he also knew too, that, me especially, liked to wear Barry’s sisters dresses and undies when we wanked and spunked off over each other. Yes Mr Vaughn knew everything!!!
Barry was a bit older than me and was one of Mr Vaughn’s ‘special’ friends, although dirty old Mr Manning was more his master, so I’m pretty sure that’s how he knew about my little secret desires regarding dressing in girls dresses.
Anyway, I’d tried, over the previous couple of months to ‘wean’ myself off going to Mr Vaughn’s house to pleasure him or too his little ‘soirées’ to be used by his other men friends, as I’d now started work and had a girlfriend called Carol but my vacation from Mr Vaughn’s clutches didn’t last long. I’d gone to a local cinema called the Gaiety, without, I hasten to add, Carols knowledge, with a girl called Sonia. Not the prettiest girl I’d ever dated but she was a little sex bomb insomuch as that she had abnormally big luscious lips, gave the best blow job and had the wettest and biggest cunt, for her age, that I’d ever seen. I’m sure the film was the ‘Sound of music’, not that either of us took much notice as most of the film’s duration Sonia was either down on my cock or I was fingering or tonguing Sonia’s sopping wet cunt.
That’s when we bumped into Mr Vaughn and his equally dirty friend Arthur when we emerged from the cinema. I suppose, from the state of the pair of us, it was obvious what we’d been up too and after Arthur had ‘steered’ Sonia away from us he ‘suggested’ that perhaps I’d like to pop around to his house one evening for a chat about something he had planned, especially if he didn’t want him to mention to Carol that he’d met me coming out the cinema!!!!
I made arrangements to go around to Mr Vaughns place on the following Friday and on getting there, I wasn’t surprised to see his friend Arthur there too but I didn’t expect Arthur’s wife to be there as well. Probably a bit younger than Arthur, and not what I’d have thought his wife would look like, not pretty but then again not that bad looking. What they had planned was one of Mr Vaughn’s usual ‘parties’ but with something new and different for his friends to savour.
The ‘something new to savour’ unsurprisingly involved me and even more surprising was that Mr Vaughn knew all about Carol and our visits that we’d been making to Ian and Susan’s house for regular sex sessions (check out my reminiscences regarding ‘walking in the park’) which, both Carol and I, had thought we’d both kept pretty secret.
Mr Vaughn explained that he knew all about my little penchant for dressing in Barry’s sisters dresses, that Carol was a ‘big girl now’ and could handle herself, as he put it and he wondered if I’d like to take my dressing to the next level? And that was why Arthur’s wife was there!!!
The plan was that, in a few weeks time, Mr Vaughn would invite some of his friends around for some ‘fun’ as he called it, and would involve myself, dressed tarty, Carol, Barry and perhaps another lady. To sweeten the pill, as you might say, Carol and myself would get at least forty quid each, for our services!!! Of course I still had to broach Carol as to her willingness, but the forty quid easily swayed the day! In the meantime Arthur’s wife was going to take me under her wing and teach me a few things like make up deportment and the like.
Arthurs wife’s name was Margaret and we hit it off immediately, she was nothing like Arthur, very bubbly and liked a laugh. I couldn’t for the life of me see what she saw in that creep Arthur, his dirty little secrets and his equally dirty and smelly cock!! On the Saturday Margaret and myself went into town shopping for clothes, women’s clothes!!! Buying stockings and undies was easy but shoes, wigs and dresses were more problematic . The main department store in Bristol, at that time, was Jones in Broadmead and that’s where we did most of the shopping. Margaret guessed I was probably a sized ten or twelve dress wise, I was certainly very trim and what she called ‘wirey’. Back then it was individual cubicles to change in but also strictly segregated into male and female ones but we got over it by Margaret explaining that she was slightly disabled and needed some assistance dressing and that I was ‘family’. Like I said Margaret was up for a laugh and we had to keep ourselves in check as it was quite confined for the both of us, her trying to pull dresses on and all that. One time we’d both gone in with dresses to try on and we’d both been helping each other dress, hands everywhere, when the inevitable happened. I’ve only got to slip into something feminine, even now, and I’m getting hard and it wasn’t long before Margaret’s eyes noticed my semi hard cock and her hand found its way to it. Soon her lips did too as she knelt in front of me, me sat on the tiny bench in the cubicle. She could certainly give head but that wasn’t enough for her and her big black knickers were soon disposed off and I gave her a good fucking up against the, not too rigid partition wall. I must have needed a fuck because there was spunk everywhere, my cock was hosing it out, and both dresses were covered together with Margaret’s cunt and thighs. We quickly dressed and, apart from a few looks, hung the soiled dresses back up and, basically, legged it!!
That Saturday set the scene for most times Margaret and I were alone, she’d invariably get a good fucking and she wasn’t a bad fuck either. I’d try to pop around to her place when Arthur wasn’t there but that wasn’t always possible and, as I got better at dressing and Margaret’s tuition with makeup and deportment showed the fruits of our endeavours, Arthur started showing more and more interest in me. One night Margaret got me dressed in a particularly tarty looking very short dress showing off my stocking clad legs to perfection and tottering on a pair of skyscraper platform heels. I felt so good, like a high class whore on a catwalk with lots of adoring punters gazing at me!!! Of course I only had dirty old Arthur lusting over me and, when Margaret had to pop next door, Arthur soon had his smelly cock out begging me to suck him off. I got him to promise me a fiver and was knelt down in front of him giving him a good seeing too when Margaret burst back in. She was fucking livid, telling Arthur what a perverted little cunt he was and that ‘Clare’, that’s what she’d started calling me, when I was dressed was hers, not his fucking suck machine and to keep his dirty hands off me. She, straight away, pulled me upstairs and we fucked in the marital bed with her making so much noise and moaning making sure Arthur knew exactly what we were up too!
The night of the party arrived, which was at Mr Vaughn’s corner shop and the flat upstairs. Barry was picking up Carol and Margaret was getting me ready at her place which was only about three houses down from Mr Vaughn’s shop. Margaret did an wonderful job with my make up, dressed me in the same red very short mini dress that had so inthralled Arthur the previous week, together with a lovely brunette wig, tiny satin thong, cock and balls all taped in tight, false boobs, sheer black stockings and even higher platform heels than the last time. I did feel a million dollars. Margaret was joining us too and I have to say that she ‘scrubbed up well’ and looked very hot in a similar dress to mine, same sheer stockings but her more than ample breasts were practically bursting out of the top of her dress and she was wearing incredibly tarty looking heavy makeup which I thought was amazing. Her dress, like mine, was very very short and I couldn’t hep but notice that she had sort of mesh, see thro knickers on which showed off her bushy hairy pussy. When we got to the shop, Barry, Carol and another woman were already there, Carol looking beautiful, her hair in a style, a bit like Bridget Bardot, a very skimpy top and a mini skirt so short, it wasn’t really much more than a belt. She was definitely up for it. She did say I looked fabulous and she was looking forward to a bit of afters, later!!! Barry was wearing his usual skin tight latex tee shirt and equally tight satin shorts showing off his quite muscular physique and, I might add, his already large hard cock, perfectly outlined, knob and all. The other woman was about the same age as Margaret, a brassy blond, late forties or early fifties, and like her in fairly good nic, body wise. The message had obviously got out that the dress code, for us lot anyway, was ‘tarty and whorey’ and she’d got the message too, as her dress was probably the shortest of the lot of us, sheer stockings too, high heels too but in her case, no knickers, which she couldn’t hide and blatantly didn’t want to either. Shaved too, unlike Carols blond fuzz and Margaret’s very hairy bush!!!
Mr Vaughn came out into the front of the shop and announced that the gentleman were ready for the ladies now and noticing Barry, added the nice boy too. We followed Mr Vaughn back into his unusually spacious living room, where there were probably a dozen or so of Mr Vaughn’s, so called friends, most of whom I’d had the pleasure of being abused by or sucking off, in the past. Arthur was obviously there together with a Mr Jacobson, a local councillor, who I knew had a huge cock and another man who I knew as Eric who I knew from Barry that he liked giving it hard and rough. I was the first to be introduced, Mr Vaughn pointing out that I was his prodigy and how proud he was of me and then the rest of the women and final Barry. We were now quite crowded in the sitting room and I noticed that a couple of the men already had their cocks out, drooping out the trousers, two of them in particular vigorously wanking each other’s cocks. It was going to be that kind of party!!!
I soon had three or four of the ‘gentleman’ sniffing around me, hands grouping me, cocks being poked and generally interfering with me, which, I must confess, not only boosted my ego, but also felt really really nice. I did notice that Arthur was steering well clear of his wife, Margaret who’d already latched on to a tall thin man, the pair of them disappearing upstairs. Barry and Carol also had their admirers too, Carol being touched up by Mr Jacobson and another guy and Arthur and Eric, both with their cocks out, forcing Barry down on to them, in turn. The brassy blond with no knickers was also getting a lot of attention, hands and fingers poking at her shaved cunt and hands all over her now exposed ample tits. Almost in tandem both Carol and I were soon both on our knees alongside each other sucking our relevant admirers cocks, Carol taking Mr Jacobsons huge stiff cock with aplomb. Several of the remaining gentlemen, including Mr Vaughn, were watching as things unfolded in front of them either egging the other men on or playing with each other’s cocks. Soon the fucking started, well at least in the sitting room, with Mr Jacobson forcing his enormous cock deep into Carols welcoming cunt. Likewise, I’d been forced on all fours, thong ripped to one side and one of the guys I’d been sucking off was now probing my hole with a view to giving me what I realised would be the first of quite a few cocks I was going to take, that evening. It did hurt a bit as he forced his cock deep into my hole but soon my, luckily well lubricated earlier, pussy but I was now enjoying being used. Carol and I smiled at each other, both being pleasured, me a bit thankful that it wasn’t Mr Jacobsons huge cock fucking me!!! The brassy blond was already being fucked over the back of one of the armchairs by, presumably, her second cock of the night, as spunk was already dribbling down her thighs. As I was being fucked I did wonder if Mr Vaughn would be annoyed getting spunk on his armchair!!!
Barry was spreadeagled, face down, on the settee, his arms being held by Mr Manning, who had a seriously bad reputation and his legs being held apart by two other men while Arthur and Eric were sharing fucking his ass, as expected, very roughly by Eric who I didn’t realise had quite a cock on him, big, fat and rock hard.
The guy who was fucking me exploded his hot spunk into me, shuddered with pleasure and collapsed off of me, onto the carpet but before I could get my breath another cock was entering me, much bigger than the first guy. I soon worked out, by his voice, that it was a guy called Steve, who owned a local bike shop, and I’d had him before at another of Mr Vaughn’s ‘dos’. He also smelt of oil so I knew it was him. All the while he was fucking me he kept on how beautiful I was and what a sexy fuck i was. I knew he was a bit of a stayer, well he had been in the past, but not tonight and soon I had another load of hot spunk coursing up my ass.
The next guy just wanted to ‘play’ with me, you know, wank me off a bit, kiss me, which I wasn’t to kenn on and generally use me as his plaything, I didn’t mine though. At least it gave me a chance to look around a bit. Margaret had come back down with her tall friend, her with a big smile on her face and gave me a nice wink. She was soon grabbed by one of the guys stood with Mr Vaughn, who had his hard cock sticking out his trousers, and was soon being fucked, by him, up against the kitchen door. The brassy blond had had enough of being fucked over the armchair and seeing Margaret returning from the bedroom was leading three men up the stairs for, I suspect, a bit of comfort!!
I noticed that Arthur had spunked up Barry’s ass and was now, sheepishly, watching on as now Mr Manning was now sharing the fucking of Barry’s ass with a still rampaging Eric, who, unfortunately for Barry, was showing no signs of spunking or slowing down. As long as I got through the evening without being fucked by Eric or having anything to do with Mr Mannings cock I’d be more than happy.
I hadn’t seen or heard Carol for a while but then I caught sight of her being fucked, led out on the large kitchen table, by one guy, while sucking off another at the other end. The man who’d been fawning all over me had now gone off, apparently looking for the brassy blond and Mr Vaughn had come over to me offering his swollen cock for me to suck off, which I dutifully did. There was a bit of a rumpus upstairs where, apparently one of the men fucking the brassy blond, had come on a bit rough and she wasn’t having any of that, but it was all sorted out amicably. Most of the men, downstairs at least, had now either, been fucked, wanked off to completion, fucked to completion or been sucked off so a few had started to drift off. Margaret was looking well fucked, as was Carol who’d now been finished with by the two men in the kitchen. The guy who’d been hauled off the brassy blond upstairs was still demanding cunt and on seeing Margaret was soon fucking her, yet again, up against the sitting room wall. Most of the room, by then, were watching in awe as he absolutely went at Margaret, his large hard cock, literally lifting her off the floor with every thrust his cock made into her cunt. I’d even stopped sucking Mr Vaughn off!! and that says something. Margaret had an absolutely amazing orgasm, screaming and shaking on the end of the guys cock which, in unison, almost exploded yet another evenings load of spunk into yet another sopping cunt. The pair of them sliding down the wall, both utterly fucked and exhausted. Arthur was god smacked, mouth a gasp.
Just before the raging man had come downstairs, Eric had at last finished fucking Barry’s ass, adding, at last, apart from respite to Barry’s ass, but also another load of spunk to add to Mr Mannings and Arthur’s earlier loads. Barry was well fucked and, although I couldn’t see, a bit upset but I could see that not only his ass was covered in spunk but his face was also plastered. I didn’t see how that had happened. He seemed to have lost his satin shorts as well.
There weren’t many left now when the brassy blond came downstairs to join us and if I thought Margaret, still collapsed, sat on the floor, had looked well fucked, I had to think again as the brassy blond won the ‘I’ve been fucked stakes’. When she’d arrived she didn’t have much on but now what she was wearing was either ripped, torn, laddered, covered in spunk or just not there. I’ve seen some red puffed up cunts in my time but hers took the biscuit that evening. She certainly took some cock, even earlier, when I was being fucked, by Mr Jacobson as well which says something for her and him too.
I finished off Mr Vaughn, swallowed his cum, which wasn’t normal but I didn’t want to mess up my makeup!!! God I felt good, as good as I’d ever felt and I was completely immersed in being ‘Clare’. I think, after I’d wiped his cock off, Mr Vaughn went off to bed, probably with one of his ‘younger’ friends but I didn’t see him disappear. Margaret was being pulled up by Arthur who gave her a very loving hug and Carol and I followed them out of the shop back to their place. As we left, apart from one guy, out of it, in one of the armchairs, it was only Barry and the brassy blond left on the settee. Barry was obviously still upset after the fucking he’d received, but the blond was cuddling him and gently caressing his hardening cock. I thought they’d be okay.
When we reached Arthur and Margaret’s house the pair of them quickly went upstairs and from what we could hear were certainly enjoying making up!!! Carol was still ogling me and telling me how good I looked and, more importantly, as my cock was absolutely gagging for a cunt, just how much she wanted me to fuck her, especially if I left on my nice girly wig, dress and stockings. She was seriously hot, beautiful wet spunky, slightly puffy pussy and as both of us hadn’t yet had an orgasm, when we both exploded with sexual pleasure, it was divine. We cuddled just talking, for what seemed ages. We’d both actually enjoyed the evening, me especially being dressed and feeling so good, particularly being lusted and wanted by so many men and her sampling new different cocks even taking Mr Jacobsons huge hard cock which she said was the best cock, after mine, that she’d had for ages. Apparently the brassy blond was called Chrissy and had been invited down from Birmingham for the night and had been fucked by at least eight of the men. Carol was pretty convinced that she was on the game!!!!
My formative beginnings in cross dressing and being abused and used by other men, was one example that springs to mind. Yes, Mr Vaughn knew I didn’t mind wearing the odd gym slip or camisole when I’d wank or suck his cock off, he knew I used to go to my friends Barry’s house after school for the pair of us to wank each other off looking at the ‘Spick’ and ‘Fiesta’ magazines that he kept under his bed and he also knew too, that, me especially, liked to wear Barry’s sisters dresses and undies when we wanked and spunked off over each other. Yes Mr Vaughn knew everything!!!
Barry was a bit older than me and was one of Mr Vaughn’s ‘special’ friends, although dirty old Mr Manning was more his master, so I’m pretty sure that’s how he knew about my little secret desires regarding dressing in girls dresses.
Anyway, I’d tried, over the previous couple of months to ‘wean’ myself off going to Mr Vaughn’s house to pleasure him or too his little ‘soirées’ to be used by his other men friends, as I’d now started work and had a girlfriend called Carol but my vacation from Mr Vaughn’s clutches didn’t last long. I’d gone to a local cinema called the Gaiety, without, I hasten to add, Carols knowledge, with a girl called Sonia. Not the prettiest girl I’d ever dated but she was a little sex bomb insomuch as that she had abnormally big luscious lips, gave the best blow job and had the wettest and biggest cunt, for her age, that I’d ever seen. I’m sure the film was the ‘Sound of music’, not that either of us took much notice as most of the film’s duration Sonia was either down on my cock or I was fingering or tonguing Sonia’s sopping wet cunt.
That’s when we bumped into Mr Vaughn and his equally dirty friend Arthur when we emerged from the cinema. I suppose, from the state of the pair of us, it was obvious what we’d been up too and after Arthur had ‘steered’ Sonia away from us he ‘suggested’ that perhaps I’d like to pop around to his house one evening for a chat about something he had planned, especially if he didn’t want him to mention to Carol that he’d met me coming out the cinema!!!!
I made arrangements to go around to Mr Vaughns place on the following Friday and on getting there, I wasn’t surprised to see his friend Arthur there too but I didn’t expect Arthur’s wife to be there as well. Probably a bit younger than Arthur, and not what I’d have thought his wife would look like, not pretty but then again not that bad looking. What they had planned was one of Mr Vaughn’s usual ‘parties’ but with something new and different for his friends to savour.
The ‘something new to savour’ unsurprisingly involved me and even more surprising was that Mr Vaughn knew all about Carol and our visits that we’d been making to Ian and Susan’s house for regular sex sessions (check out my reminiscences regarding ‘walking in the park’) which, both Carol and I, had thought we’d both kept pretty secret.
Mr Vaughn explained that he knew all about my little penchant for dressing in Barry’s sisters dresses, that Carol was a ‘big girl now’ and could handle herself, as he put it and he wondered if I’d like to take my dressing to the next level? And that was why Arthur’s wife was there!!!
The plan was that, in a few weeks time, Mr Vaughn would invite some of his friends around for some ‘fun’ as he called it, and would involve myself, dressed tarty, Carol, Barry and perhaps another lady. To sweeten the pill, as you might say, Carol and myself would get at least forty quid each, for our services!!! Of course I still had to broach Carol as to her willingness, but the forty quid easily swayed the day! In the meantime Arthur’s wife was going to take me under her wing and teach me a few things like make up deportment and the like.
Arthurs wife’s name was Margaret and we hit it off immediately, she was nothing like Arthur, very bubbly and liked a laugh. I couldn’t for the life of me see what she saw in that creep Arthur, his dirty little secrets and his equally dirty and smelly cock!! On the Saturday Margaret and myself went into town shopping for clothes, women’s clothes!!! Buying stockings and undies was easy but shoes, wigs and dresses were more problematic . The main department store in Bristol, at that time, was Jones in Broadmead and that’s where we did most of the shopping. Margaret guessed I was probably a sized ten or twelve dress wise, I was certainly very trim and what she called ‘wirey’. Back then it was individual cubicles to change in but also strictly segregated into male and female ones but we got over it by Margaret explaining that she was slightly disabled and needed some assistance dressing and that I was ‘family’. Like I said Margaret was up for a laugh and we had to keep ourselves in check as it was quite confined for the both of us, her trying to pull dresses on and all that. One time we’d both gone in with dresses to try on and we’d both been helping each other dress, hands everywhere, when the inevitable happened. I’ve only got to slip into something feminine, even now, and I’m getting hard and it wasn’t long before Margaret’s eyes noticed my semi hard cock and her hand found its way to it. Soon her lips did too as she knelt in front of me, me sat on the tiny bench in the cubicle. She could certainly give head but that wasn’t enough for her and her big black knickers were soon disposed off and I gave her a good fucking up against the, not too rigid partition wall. I must have needed a fuck because there was spunk everywhere, my cock was hosing it out, and both dresses were covered together with Margaret’s cunt and thighs. We quickly dressed and, apart from a few looks, hung the soiled dresses back up and, basically, legged it!!
That Saturday set the scene for most times Margaret and I were alone, she’d invariably get a good fucking and she wasn’t a bad fuck either. I’d try to pop around to her place when Arthur wasn’t there but that wasn’t always possible and, as I got better at dressing and Margaret’s tuition with makeup and deportment showed the fruits of our endeavours, Arthur started showing more and more interest in me. One night Margaret got me dressed in a particularly tarty looking very short dress showing off my stocking clad legs to perfection and tottering on a pair of skyscraper platform heels. I felt so good, like a high class whore on a catwalk with lots of adoring punters gazing at me!!! Of course I only had dirty old Arthur lusting over me and, when Margaret had to pop next door, Arthur soon had his smelly cock out begging me to suck him off. I got him to promise me a fiver and was knelt down in front of him giving him a good seeing too when Margaret burst back in. She was fucking livid, telling Arthur what a perverted little cunt he was and that ‘Clare’, that’s what she’d started calling me, when I was dressed was hers, not his fucking suck machine and to keep his dirty hands off me. She, straight away, pulled me upstairs and we fucked in the marital bed with her making so much noise and moaning making sure Arthur knew exactly what we were up too!
The night of the party arrived, which was at Mr Vaughn’s corner shop and the flat upstairs. Barry was picking up Carol and Margaret was getting me ready at her place which was only about three houses down from Mr Vaughn’s shop. Margaret did an wonderful job with my make up, dressed me in the same red very short mini dress that had so inthralled Arthur the previous week, together with a lovely brunette wig, tiny satin thong, cock and balls all taped in tight, false boobs, sheer black stockings and even higher platform heels than the last time. I did feel a million dollars. Margaret was joining us too and I have to say that she ‘scrubbed up well’ and looked very hot in a similar dress to mine, same sheer stockings but her more than ample breasts were practically bursting out of the top of her dress and she was wearing incredibly tarty looking heavy makeup which I thought was amazing. Her dress, like mine, was very very short and I couldn’t hep but notice that she had sort of mesh, see thro knickers on which showed off her bushy hairy pussy. When we got to the shop, Barry, Carol and another woman were already there, Carol looking beautiful, her hair in a style, a bit like Bridget Bardot, a very skimpy top and a mini skirt so short, it wasn’t really much more than a belt. She was definitely up for it. She did say I looked fabulous and she was looking forward to a bit of afters, later!!! Barry was wearing his usual skin tight latex tee shirt and equally tight satin shorts showing off his quite muscular physique and, I might add, his already large hard cock, perfectly outlined, knob and all. The other woman was about the same age as Margaret, a brassy blond, late forties or early fifties, and like her in fairly good nic, body wise. The message had obviously got out that the dress code, for us lot anyway, was ‘tarty and whorey’ and she’d got the message too, as her dress was probably the shortest of the lot of us, sheer stockings too, high heels too but in her case, no knickers, which she couldn’t hide and blatantly didn’t want to either. Shaved too, unlike Carols blond fuzz and Margaret’s very hairy bush!!!
Mr Vaughn came out into the front of the shop and announced that the gentleman were ready for the ladies now and noticing Barry, added the nice boy too. We followed Mr Vaughn back into his unusually spacious living room, where there were probably a dozen or so of Mr Vaughn’s, so called friends, most of whom I’d had the pleasure of being abused by or sucking off, in the past. Arthur was obviously there together with a Mr Jacobson, a local councillor, who I knew had a huge cock and another man who I knew as Eric who I knew from Barry that he liked giving it hard and rough. I was the first to be introduced, Mr Vaughn pointing out that I was his prodigy and how proud he was of me and then the rest of the women and final Barry. We were now quite crowded in the sitting room and I noticed that a couple of the men already had their cocks out, drooping out the trousers, two of them in particular vigorously wanking each other’s cocks. It was going to be that kind of party!!!
I soon had three or four of the ‘gentleman’ sniffing around me, hands grouping me, cocks being poked and generally interfering with me, which, I must confess, not only boosted my ego, but also felt really really nice. I did notice that Arthur was steering well clear of his wife, Margaret who’d already latched on to a tall thin man, the pair of them disappearing upstairs. Barry and Carol also had their admirers too, Carol being touched up by Mr Jacobson and another guy and Arthur and Eric, both with their cocks out, forcing Barry down on to them, in turn. The brassy blond with no knickers was also getting a lot of attention, hands and fingers poking at her shaved cunt and hands all over her now exposed ample tits. Almost in tandem both Carol and I were soon both on our knees alongside each other sucking our relevant admirers cocks, Carol taking Mr Jacobsons huge stiff cock with aplomb. Several of the remaining gentlemen, including Mr Vaughn, were watching as things unfolded in front of them either egging the other men on or playing with each other’s cocks. Soon the fucking started, well at least in the sitting room, with Mr Jacobson forcing his enormous cock deep into Carols welcoming cunt. Likewise, I’d been forced on all fours, thong ripped to one side and one of the guys I’d been sucking off was now probing my hole with a view to giving me what I realised would be the first of quite a few cocks I was going to take, that evening. It did hurt a bit as he forced his cock deep into my hole but soon my, luckily well lubricated earlier, pussy but I was now enjoying being used. Carol and I smiled at each other, both being pleasured, me a bit thankful that it wasn’t Mr Jacobsons huge cock fucking me!!! The brassy blond was already being fucked over the back of one of the armchairs by, presumably, her second cock of the night, as spunk was already dribbling down her thighs. As I was being fucked I did wonder if Mr Vaughn would be annoyed getting spunk on his armchair!!!
Barry was spreadeagled, face down, on the settee, his arms being held by Mr Manning, who had a seriously bad reputation and his legs being held apart by two other men while Arthur and Eric were sharing fucking his ass, as expected, very roughly by Eric who I didn’t realise had quite a cock on him, big, fat and rock hard.
The guy who was fucking me exploded his hot spunk into me, shuddered with pleasure and collapsed off of me, onto the carpet but before I could get my breath another cock was entering me, much bigger than the first guy. I soon worked out, by his voice, that it was a guy called Steve, who owned a local bike shop, and I’d had him before at another of Mr Vaughn’s ‘dos’. He also smelt of oil so I knew it was him. All the while he was fucking me he kept on how beautiful I was and what a sexy fuck i was. I knew he was a bit of a stayer, well he had been in the past, but not tonight and soon I had another load of hot spunk coursing up my ass.
The next guy just wanted to ‘play’ with me, you know, wank me off a bit, kiss me, which I wasn’t to kenn on and generally use me as his plaything, I didn’t mine though. At least it gave me a chance to look around a bit. Margaret had come back down with her tall friend, her with a big smile on her face and gave me a nice wink. She was soon grabbed by one of the guys stood with Mr Vaughn, who had his hard cock sticking out his trousers, and was soon being fucked, by him, up against the kitchen door. The brassy blond had had enough of being fucked over the armchair and seeing Margaret returning from the bedroom was leading three men up the stairs for, I suspect, a bit of comfort!!
I noticed that Arthur had spunked up Barry’s ass and was now, sheepishly, watching on as now Mr Manning was now sharing the fucking of Barry’s ass with a still rampaging Eric, who, unfortunately for Barry, was showing no signs of spunking or slowing down. As long as I got through the evening without being fucked by Eric or having anything to do with Mr Mannings cock I’d be more than happy.
I hadn’t seen or heard Carol for a while but then I caught sight of her being fucked, led out on the large kitchen table, by one guy, while sucking off another at the other end. The man who’d been fawning all over me had now gone off, apparently looking for the brassy blond and Mr Vaughn had come over to me offering his swollen cock for me to suck off, which I dutifully did. There was a bit of a rumpus upstairs where, apparently one of the men fucking the brassy blond, had come on a bit rough and she wasn’t having any of that, but it was all sorted out amicably. Most of the men, downstairs at least, had now either, been fucked, wanked off to completion, fucked to completion or been sucked off so a few had started to drift off. Margaret was looking well fucked, as was Carol who’d now been finished with by the two men in the kitchen. The guy who’d been hauled off the brassy blond upstairs was still demanding cunt and on seeing Margaret was soon fucking her, yet again, up against the sitting room wall. Most of the room, by then, were watching in awe as he absolutely went at Margaret, his large hard cock, literally lifting her off the floor with every thrust his cock made into her cunt. I’d even stopped sucking Mr Vaughn off!! and that says something. Margaret had an absolutely amazing orgasm, screaming and shaking on the end of the guys cock which, in unison, almost exploded yet another evenings load of spunk into yet another sopping cunt. The pair of them sliding down the wall, both utterly fucked and exhausted. Arthur was god smacked, mouth a gasp.
Just before the raging man had come downstairs, Eric had at last finished fucking Barry’s ass, adding, at last, apart from respite to Barry’s ass, but also another load of spunk to add to Mr Mannings and Arthur’s earlier loads. Barry was well fucked and, although I couldn’t see, a bit upset but I could see that not only his ass was covered in spunk but his face was also plastered. I didn’t see how that had happened. He seemed to have lost his satin shorts as well.
There weren’t many left now when the brassy blond came downstairs to join us and if I thought Margaret, still collapsed, sat on the floor, had looked well fucked, I had to think again as the brassy blond won the ‘I’ve been fucked stakes’. When she’d arrived she didn’t have much on but now what she was wearing was either ripped, torn, laddered, covered in spunk or just not there. I’ve seen some red puffed up cunts in my time but hers took the biscuit that evening. She certainly took some cock, even earlier, when I was being fucked, by Mr Jacobson as well which says something for her and him too.
I finished off Mr Vaughn, swallowed his cum, which wasn’t normal but I didn’t want to mess up my makeup!!! God I felt good, as good as I’d ever felt and I was completely immersed in being ‘Clare’. I think, after I’d wiped his cock off, Mr Vaughn went off to bed, probably with one of his ‘younger’ friends but I didn’t see him disappear. Margaret was being pulled up by Arthur who gave her a very loving hug and Carol and I followed them out of the shop back to their place. As we left, apart from one guy, out of it, in one of the armchairs, it was only Barry and the brassy blond left on the settee. Barry was obviously still upset after the fucking he’d received, but the blond was cuddling him and gently caressing his hardening cock. I thought they’d be okay.
When we reached Arthur and Margaret’s house the pair of them quickly went upstairs and from what we could hear were certainly enjoying making up!!! Carol was still ogling me and telling me how good I looked and, more importantly, as my cock was absolutely gagging for a cunt, just how much she wanted me to fuck her, especially if I left on my nice girly wig, dress and stockings. She was seriously hot, beautiful wet spunky, slightly puffy pussy and as both of us hadn’t yet had an orgasm, when we both exploded with sexual pleasure, it was divine. We cuddled just talking, for what seemed ages. We’d both actually enjoyed the evening, me especially being dressed and feeling so good, particularly being lusted and wanted by so many men and her sampling new different cocks even taking Mr Jacobsons huge hard cock which she said was the best cock, after mine, that she’d had for ages. Apparently the brassy blond was called Chrissy and had been invited down from Birmingham for the night and had been fucked by at least eight of the men. Carol was pretty convinced that she was on the game!!!!
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