What orifice, and who is attached to... is almost secondary.My first experience was with a boy who lived down the street. He was 16 and like I said I ...was 14. Like most kids, as soon as he hit 16 he got his drivers license. His parents had provided him with a car, which made him a good guy for me to get to know. As soon as I found out he was driving, I talked him into giving me rides home. Anything was better than the school bus! I had to keep it a secret from my parents, they had a strict. Mark liked having hishair set by Cindy. It excited him but it made him nervous when she did itfor public consumption.Despite Mark's objections and nervous concerns he sat still and allowedCindy to do his hair and he had tight straight rows of large brushcurlers in his hair with the pink pins perfectly aligned across his head.His hair shamefully made him think of his aunt Blanche and how she hadworn the same type curlers in her hair during the day, except his wasdone with professional. Both of us right there sitting on our knees right under and beside my wife’s tied into the air legs, the shaking and shivering of them was echoing up the straps, her legs fighting to close, but then tried to open even further out to try somehow to lessen the terrible pain her pussy was feeling! As now she’d taken ever more of this “Demonous Beast” cock now buried nearly half the shafts length in her clutching, gushing, fire hot filled pussy. At last it seemed to have gone as far as it could. I knelt down beside her head and maneuvered my penis into her open mouth. She gasped and accepted the new toy into her mouth. She started tonguing it seductively and running her lips up and down the shaft. Thinking that this was moving far too slow for my taste, I pushed my pelvis down and forced my cock deep into her throat. She gagged and gasped for breathe. She began to gargle and strain against the tree she was currently cuffed to. I let up after a solid 6 seconds lodged deep in her throat.