How I arrived here from there... part 2.
Before we were married, S and I used to share a single bed when she came to see me during my final year at university; somehow we managed to enjoy ourselves. I graduated and I got a job back home and moved back in with my parents; my fiance (as she became) was living with hers. Opportunities for sexual activity were limited; we'd fuck on the couch or floor after parents went to bed or go out in the car and fuck in the back or behind a hedge. Having sex in the car felt rude and I got a taste for it. I was in love and marriage satisfied my emotional needs and, for a short while, my physical ones too. We initially rented a flat and soon moved into our own house, making good use of our double bed. In due course, it became clear that I didn't know my wife as well as I'd thought; she had fairly conventional views about sex, lacking any inclination to experimentation and not particularly enjoying some of the things I persuaded her to try. I never told her about my bisexual adventures with Kev, and for a while ignored my bi tendencies. I found variety elsewhere.
At school, I was quite keen on sport; cricket in the summer and rugby in the winter. At university, I continued to play rugby and when I returned home after graduating, joined my school's Old Boys' Rugby Club. What with a new job, a fiancee and saving to get married, my involvement outside playing was fairly limited. They ran a monthly disco at the club house and S and I went a couple of times, but that, and having a few beers after training and the match, was it. I knew some of the players from my time at school when I'd sometimes made up the numbers when they were short played for them during the university vacations. I soon discovered that every season there was a "Special Players' Meeting", otherwise known to those who attended as Gentleman's Evening. If it was felt that you were discrete, an invitation would be forthcoming; fortunately, I was seen as discrete. The evening consisted of a few porn films, real films in the early days, later video tapes on a not very large screen tv....... and a stripper. Well, not really a stripper, rather a prostitute who would take her clothes off in front of an audience and encourage audience participation. A car rug would be spread in a cleared space in the bar and there were clear ground rules: don't encroach on rug (unless invited), look but don't touch (unless invited). And one unspoken rule: don't stand near the rug if you didn't want to risk becoming part of the entertainment!. Most events followed a similar pattern. Removal of clothes to music provided by a tinny cassette player. Nipple tweaking and cunt rubbing, writhing on the floor. and then the start of the real entertainment: a "volunteer" was chosen to join her on the mat. She'd pull the selected participant onto the rug, pull his face into her tits and stroking his crotch. If he wore a tie, and many people did in those days, she'd take it off and pull it between her legs and stuff it into her cunt before returning it. She'd then choose someone else, someone with a beer and, dip a finger in, smear it on her nipple, and offer him a taste of beer flavoured tit, sometimes wank herself with someone's bottle and then return it to them to finish. Delicious. For the finale, she'd select someone, get them on the rug, open their shirt and pull him hard against her while she undid his trousers. Once she'd got his prick out she'd start sucking him. If he was up for it, she'd fuck him there and then... sometimes he would be, sometimes he wouldn't. Usually she would augment her fee for the evening by entertaining on a one-to-one basis in the first team changing room (sorry, star's dressing room). Both it and the toilet were out through the same door from the bar and you'd go to the toilet to calls of "we know where you're going", past a couple of guys hanging round looking sheepish. One year I recognised the performer as someone I'd performed with previously at her place; I don't think she recognised me, but it was a cheaper, if more rushed, fuck in the changing room that I had that evening than on the bed in her flat. The fact that I knew she'd just been fucked five or six times only added to the sordid enjoyment!
Kev's mate Tony managed a pub in town where we often drank. One evening, Kev told me that Tony was going to arrange an exotic dancer to boost trade. Kev said it was someone Tony had met in a strip club, he'd chatted her up and asked her to dance at the pub once a month; surprisingly she'd agreed. Apparently a stripper performing would require a license but it was ok if a dancer remained covered. The featured artiste was a bottle-blonde in her 30s, plump with big tits and a nicely rounded bum calling herself Bubbles. The pub had a small function room above the bar and Tony had fixed up a small podium for Bubbles to dance on, wearing a bikini. The first evening proved quite popular, Bubbles moved to the music, and bits of Bubbles moved in interesting ways. Tony introduced her at the start of her main performance as being available for weddings, funerals and Bar Mitzvahs...... and private dances. And after closing time she gave a second performance for regulars, wearing nipple tassels and a pair of panties, which showed wisp of dark pubic hair and which let the audience admire the outline of her cunt. She would gyrate to music, lean forward, shake those big tits, straighten up and lo and behold, her tits were rotating in different directions. The next month she wore a thong which vanished into her bum crack and didn't hide much of her hairy cunt; when she leaned forward to jiggle her tits, from the back you could see her cunt lips on either side of it; a lovely sight. A number of guys, including me and Kev expressed an interest in an even more private dance; we'd like a proper strip tease performance.. Tony told us that wouldn't be a problem, she was only a part-time stripper and would be probably open to other suggestions. The following month we enjoyed a very enjoyable full strip, with extras. She encouraged her enthusiastic audience to help her remove her clothes and then sat on the edge of the podium and we all got a good view of her cunt as she had a nice wank; I had a nice wank after and then went back and fucked S. Kev and I wondered how far Bubbles would go, and it appeared a few of the others had been thinking along the same lines. We raised the question with Tony..... and yes, she would of course provide additional services to relieve any tension if her dancing resulted in the development of uncontrollable desires. As well as being a part-time stripper, she was also a part-time pro. It turned out that Tony had fucked her after each performance and at other times as well but she wasn't cheap and he was looking to spread the cost. He suggested that he arranged a private party for a few guests with Bubbles as the star attraction. It was to be my first gangbang. Ten guys, me, Kev, Tony and seven others all agree to pay £15 for a couple of hours one Saturday afternoon. Not bad for Bubbles, £150 tax-free, more than most of my staff earned in a week. On the day, three of the others bottled out, so the rest of us agreed £20 each with Bubbles. Tony had brought a mattress down from the flat and the party started. Bubbles didn't waste time dancing, she stripped and got onto he mattress. "Come on then, what are you waiting for?" and we quickly got undressed and joined her. Well, we formed a scrum, those nearest got a bit of tit , one guy started eating her cunt, someone stuck his cock in her mouth and eventually the rest of us sat stood back to watch and wait our turn She was nicely versatile; she sucked Tony off and he came all over her tits while she fucked someone cowgirl. I got to fuck her missionary before giving her a pearl necklace while tit fucking her lovely spunky tits. I had seconds doggie while her tits swung free while someone face fucked her. I recovered enjoying watching Kev fuck her cowgirl with his face buried in her chest. I managed thirds having 69 with her on top, tasting her beautiful cunt as Kev was slipping her a length. The whole experience was overwhelming but unfortunately not to be repeated with Bubbles as soon afterwards she moved down to London, never to be heard from again. Tony found a replacement but she only appeared a couple of times before Tony decided that the costs outweighed the benefits; she wasn't interested in additional performances, either in bed with Tony or after hours for regulars! I didn't know at the time, but I wasn't to attend another gangbang for more than twenty years.
At school, I was quite keen on sport; cricket in the summer and rugby in the winter. At university, I continued to play rugby and when I returned home after graduating, joined my school's Old Boys' Rugby Club. What with a new job, a fiancee and saving to get married, my involvement outside playing was fairly limited. They ran a monthly disco at the club house and S and I went a couple of times, but that, and having a few beers after training and the match, was it. I knew some of the players from my time at school when I'd sometimes made up the numbers when they were short played for them during the university vacations. I soon discovered that every season there was a "Special Players' Meeting", otherwise known to those who attended as Gentleman's Evening. If it was felt that you were discrete, an invitation would be forthcoming; fortunately, I was seen as discrete. The evening consisted of a few porn films, real films in the early days, later video tapes on a not very large screen tv....... and a stripper. Well, not really a stripper, rather a prostitute who would take her clothes off in front of an audience and encourage audience participation. A car rug would be spread in a cleared space in the bar and there were clear ground rules: don't encroach on rug (unless invited), look but don't touch (unless invited). And one unspoken rule: don't stand near the rug if you didn't want to risk becoming part of the entertainment!. Most events followed a similar pattern. Removal of clothes to music provided by a tinny cassette player. Nipple tweaking and cunt rubbing, writhing on the floor. and then the start of the real entertainment: a "volunteer" was chosen to join her on the mat. She'd pull the selected participant onto the rug, pull his face into her tits and stroking his crotch. If he wore a tie, and many people did in those days, she'd take it off and pull it between her legs and stuff it into her cunt before returning it. She'd then choose someone else, someone with a beer and, dip a finger in, smear it on her nipple, and offer him a taste of beer flavoured tit, sometimes wank herself with someone's bottle and then return it to them to finish. Delicious. For the finale, she'd select someone, get them on the rug, open their shirt and pull him hard against her while she undid his trousers. Once she'd got his prick out she'd start sucking him. If he was up for it, she'd fuck him there and then... sometimes he would be, sometimes he wouldn't. Usually she would augment her fee for the evening by entertaining on a one-to-one basis in the first team changing room (sorry, star's dressing room). Both it and the toilet were out through the same door from the bar and you'd go to the toilet to calls of "we know where you're going", past a couple of guys hanging round looking sheepish. One year I recognised the performer as someone I'd performed with previously at her place; I don't think she recognised me, but it was a cheaper, if more rushed, fuck in the changing room that I had that evening than on the bed in her flat. The fact that I knew she'd just been fucked five or six times only added to the sordid enjoyment!
Kev's mate Tony managed a pub in town where we often drank. One evening, Kev told me that Tony was going to arrange an exotic dancer to boost trade. Kev said it was someone Tony had met in a strip club, he'd chatted her up and asked her to dance at the pub once a month; surprisingly she'd agreed. Apparently a stripper performing would require a license but it was ok if a dancer remained covered. The featured artiste was a bottle-blonde in her 30s, plump with big tits and a nicely rounded bum calling herself Bubbles. The pub had a small function room above the bar and Tony had fixed up a small podium for Bubbles to dance on, wearing a bikini. The first evening proved quite popular, Bubbles moved to the music, and bits of Bubbles moved in interesting ways. Tony introduced her at the start of her main performance as being available for weddings, funerals and Bar Mitzvahs...... and private dances. And after closing time she gave a second performance for regulars, wearing nipple tassels and a pair of panties, which showed wisp of dark pubic hair and which let the audience admire the outline of her cunt. She would gyrate to music, lean forward, shake those big tits, straighten up and lo and behold, her tits were rotating in different directions. The next month she wore a thong which vanished into her bum crack and didn't hide much of her hairy cunt; when she leaned forward to jiggle her tits, from the back you could see her cunt lips on either side of it; a lovely sight. A number of guys, including me and Kev expressed an interest in an even more private dance; we'd like a proper strip tease performance.. Tony told us that wouldn't be a problem, she was only a part-time stripper and would be probably open to other suggestions. The following month we enjoyed a very enjoyable full strip, with extras. She encouraged her enthusiastic audience to help her remove her clothes and then sat on the edge of the podium and we all got a good view of her cunt as she had a nice wank; I had a nice wank after and then went back and fucked S. Kev and I wondered how far Bubbles would go, and it appeared a few of the others had been thinking along the same lines. We raised the question with Tony..... and yes, she would of course provide additional services to relieve any tension if her dancing resulted in the development of uncontrollable desires. As well as being a part-time stripper, she was also a part-time pro. It turned out that Tony had fucked her after each performance and at other times as well but she wasn't cheap and he was looking to spread the cost. He suggested that he arranged a private party for a few guests with Bubbles as the star attraction. It was to be my first gangbang. Ten guys, me, Kev, Tony and seven others all agree to pay £15 for a couple of hours one Saturday afternoon. Not bad for Bubbles, £150 tax-free, more than most of my staff earned in a week. On the day, three of the others bottled out, so the rest of us agreed £20 each with Bubbles. Tony had brought a mattress down from the flat and the party started. Bubbles didn't waste time dancing, she stripped and got onto he mattress. "Come on then, what are you waiting for?" and we quickly got undressed and joined her. Well, we formed a scrum, those nearest got a bit of tit , one guy started eating her cunt, someone stuck his cock in her mouth and eventually the rest of us sat stood back to watch and wait our turn She was nicely versatile; she sucked Tony off and he came all over her tits while she fucked someone cowgirl. I got to fuck her missionary before giving her a pearl necklace while tit fucking her lovely spunky tits. I had seconds doggie while her tits swung free while someone face fucked her. I recovered enjoying watching Kev fuck her cowgirl with his face buried in her chest. I managed thirds having 69 with her on top, tasting her beautiful cunt as Kev was slipping her a length. The whole experience was overwhelming but unfortunately not to be repeated with Bubbles as soon afterwards she moved down to London, never to be heard from again. Tony found a replacement but she only appeared a couple of times before Tony decided that the costs outweighed the benefits; she wasn't interested in additional performances, either in bed with Tony or after hours for regulars! I didn't know at the time, but I wasn't to attend another gangbang for more than twenty years.
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