The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

Kinky and filthy things that have happened to us, all explicitly told

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part Two)

I awoke to a sharp chill, aware that the quilt had been removed. I opened my eyes enough to see Tanya’s husband looking up and down my body. He started asking how I felt, whilst inspecting my messy body, parting my legs to look at my cum trashed cunt, before closing them and parting my ass cheeks, which were near the edge of the bed. He only had to move my body a few inches to get my ass right to the edge again, and he began lubing my asshole up, drooling on it to really demean me. All the men knew how to properly lube an asshole, and in no time at all, he was pressing his glans against my ass pucker for some sideways sodomy, my pucker slowly opening and my asshole sucking his glans in. He was only partially hard whilst doing this, but quickly hardened up as I sucked him in.

Soon, he was all the way in, and he grabbed my hip and waist to get a good hold and to emphasise his drive. Tanya’s husband doesn’t last long with anal, he gets too excited. And as he slammed in with all the force he could muster, his cock grew to stretch my asshole with each stroke. I think the noise I made as he overfilled my asshole finally did him in, and he grew again (almost too big), and then spewed cum into my asshole, then pulling out so the rest was sprayed over my asshole and ass crack. I already had loads of dried cum over my cunt and ass crack, what’s the difference with adding a load more? He was tender and kind with me before he left and I drifted off again. I had repeatedly done this during the day, as I wasn’t well, but was the allocated free-use woman to fuck for that day, as I am every Friday, and I was the one who came up with the rule that minor illness wasn’t enough to stop free-use. As I drifted off, I resolved to keep my stupid ideas to myself in the future (which we all know won’t happen), but was happy as I figured more cock would penetrate me later, as it always does on a Friday.

I woke up a while later, almost disappointed there was no man waiting to fuck me. I just about got myself downstairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass of squash to quench my thirst. As I was drinking it, Rose’s husband let himself in and found me in this state. Dress down off my tits and up leaving my cunt visible, covered in cum (as was my ass crack and asshole), with more cum dripping out of my cunt.

I knew that he would love to say something about my state, but he wasn’t allowed to. So, we ended up talking about me feeling ill, while with no sympathy at all, he arranged me over the kitchen sink, my tits tantalisingly close to being dunked in the washing-up water. His glans was pushed to my cummy cunt lips, rubbing cum up and down my crack before the glans pushed into my cunt. His strokes were very long, very deliberate. With each thrusting movement, my tits did dunk in the water, something I enjoy enormously.

The dunking and the cummyness added to the sensations in my cunt to start building another orgasm quicker than I expected. That orgasm broke, yet he didn’t slow down, didn’t break rhythm, as he treated my orgasm with disdain. I had no respite, as my orgasm started to build again immediately, this time mirroring the hardness and size of his cock. As his cock got enormous, I felt him place a hand in the small of my back, pushing on my back and making my tits stay in the water as he came, and then I did a few moments later. His first cum spurt was in me, and then he had his glans in the base of my ass crack, cock aimed up the crack and he emptied the rest of his load all up my ass crack, totally obscuring my ass pucker from view.

I was aware of another man behind me, and realised Rose’s husband was about to hand me off to Anna’s husband, the two men manoeuvring me across the kitchen and bending me over the table, my dripping tits pressed into the table, and my feet so much further apart. The two men spat on my cummy asshole, before lubing it and Anna’s husband’s cock up. Rose’s husband held my ass cheeks open, giving Anna’s husband perfect access to my asshole, which was at perfect cock height and I felt once again a glans pressing against my very cummy pucker.

With hands still holding my cheeks open, he pushed his cock so it was balls deep in my asshole. He then grabbed onto the top of my thighs and braced against me to drive his cock into my asshole at pace. It was already hard and girthy, but he was showing no signs of stopping, no signs of cumming. My body moved with every slam, taking every bit of cock that it could. There was a lovely monotony to the feeling, really accentuating the free-use vibe.

When finally he came, I didn’t get to feel the throb, as he pulled out and deposited his whole load all over my ass, a circular covering of cum, coating my cheeks, crack and pucker.

And then as soon as they were there, they disappeared, just leaving me there in a cummy mess bent over the kitchen table, too tired to move, no chance to cover up, no dignity left.

Some time later, I awoke, still bent over the table, to the sound of two voices, my husband’s and Anna’s. I heard a squelching noise, which sounded like lube and I then felt two more hands opening my ass cheeks and yet another glans pressing at my pucker.

As the cock pushed in, the two hands (which were Anna’s) kneaded at my ass cheeks, and soon, my husband was the latest man that day to fuck my asshole with all he could manage, his cock getting almost frighteningly large and hard. I heard kissing, him and Anna kissing, proper frenzied kissing like those first young love snogs, all the while he drove into my asshole, with a metronomic rhythm. I felt like I was in an almost trance-like state as the rhythmic penetration almost made me zone out. I came out of the trace to feel his cock get really hard, ready to cum hard, but I only felt one single pulse, as the rest of his cum was deposited on my ass.

I hadn’t cum, and I had barely felt him cum. It felt like free-use at its best.

As I lay there an even less dignified cummy mess, I heard Anna slurping on his cock, cleaning his cock up. I couldn’t be arsed to look – I just lay there in my messy cum covered glory.

I then heard them take pictures, Anna’s hands opening my ass cheeks or cunt and moving me to get a good view. He said I needed to see, and when I wasn’t ill and was horny, I looked. Wow, it was amazing. I was splattered with cum, strings of creamy cum decorating my cunt and ass. And the disconnect, the disregard, the use, the undignified way I ended up was delicious. It felt like it wasn’t me, even though I knew it was. It was unreal. It was marvellous.

After they took their pictures, Anna started cleaning me with her tongue, taking her time and cleaning every drop of cum from my body, getting her tongue right into my asshole and cunt to clear as much from there as possible (and giving my clit a workover and making me cum “by accident” in the process). Once I was externally cleared of cum, they carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed.

I later found out a few things about that day. Firstly, he had a discussion with me in the morning about me being free-used that day, and I had said, almost nonchalantly, that I’d take whatever they gave me. So he put that message on the group chat and that is what they did. When he finally tucked me into bed, he put a black heart on the chat, meaning I was out of bounds for the night. He fucked Anna that night, and he and Anna’s husband double penetrated her as well – cunt and ass swapping half way through. I slept. I’d been fucked enough.

To me, this was one of the best free-use sessions I’ve had to date. So much cock, so much cum, so much ignoring of my situation, so much indignity. I mean, I was plastered in cum and just fucked anyway by the next cock in line, each just adding more cum to the mess. The coordinated splattering with cum was just divine, I was fucked so much, I was used without regard, my situation ignored, my dignity ignored and I absolutely adored it.

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part One)

I slowly drifted to consciousness to the feeling of my husband lubing up my asshole. It was dark outside and he was going to be leaving for work early. And he clearly wanted to fuck my ass.

This is not an unusual scene. Me waking (or sometimes not really getting beyond a dream-like state) as he pounds my asshole with a sizeable, hard, unforgiving cock. In this case, he wasn’t even in when I stirred, but after spitting on my asshole, with a light touch, he pressed his glans through my sphincter and, all the time keeping all his weight off me, he began to push in and out, gentle at first, speeding up and getting more vigorous.

As I moaned, he said “Morning gorgeous” and took my waking as reason to get more forceful. I had no idea how long he was fucking me for, but it felt so good, and eventually, his cock got harder and spurted cum deep into my ass.

I hadn’t cum. I never do in this partially awake state, but it feels so lovely, so dreamy, that I adore him doing it anyway. I feel so loved before he fucks off to work. Starts my day the perfect way.

As he pulled his cock out, he wiped it down my ass crack, in a very demeaning action, and then left me, body exposed with a cummy ass crack and disappeared to get ready for work.

I didn’t move as I drifted off again. I needed the sleep. I felt like crap. I just had a cold, and didn’t want to move. Although I did feel better after my ass being invaded by his cock.

But, I had to get up. It was Friday. It was the day I had to be available for fucking. Friday is the day that Anna and Rose are both working, and Tanya is out of the village visiting her mum, so I was the only one of the free-use women available to get fucked. We’d made it clear that minor illness was no reason to not be available for free-use, and I was starting to regret coming up with that rule now. As I hauled my sorry corpse off the bed, I sorted my hair and then selected my dress, a 50s style number in blue and white, with shoulder straps, a top that supported my tits without needing a bra, and a mid-thigh length flared skirt. I was going to leave it there, but I couldn’t resist white stockings and suspenders. Even though I was feeling like crap with a cold, I wanted to look good, it made me feel great to look good.

It wasn’t long before my first knock on the door. Rose’s husband. I’m his favourite fuck, quite possibly including his own wife. He pointed out how unwell I looked, but that was where his sympathy stopped. He bent me over the back of the sofa, nudged my legs apart with his foot, flipped my dress up to reveal my cunt and ass and then just pressed his glans into my cunt’s opening, with no ceremony. My cunt enveloped it, quickly swallowing his whole length as he pushed in.

It did feel good having my cunt filled with hardening cock, and as he got harder, his cock started rubbing along the bottom of my cunt. He was relentless, rubbing and re-rubbing the same spots, knowing all too well, I would cum if he didn’t stop.

He had no intention of stopping, and even though I felt like shit, I felt an orgasm starting to build. As I got close, to the point that he knew I was on the verge of cumming and he knew he wasn’t, he just flicked at my clit with his index finger, his nail contacting with my poor unsuspecting clit. The jolt of the flick knocked my orgasm back, before almost immediately starting to build again. He was so cruel, but his cock was growing, and I knew he wanted me to cum at the same time as he did.

He flicked my clit for a second time, his own orgasm building, but still annoyingly far away. His relentless rhythm did eventually pay off, as he finally brought me to orgasm, and my cunt squeezing down on his cock as I came was the last straw for his cock, forcing him to cum, the first load deep in my cunt, but he then pulled mostly out, so that all the rest was just inside my cunt, waiting to slide out. He was setting me up to have a messy cunt all day, like my messy ass crack, which he had done nothing to resolve. He just left me still bent over the sofa, as he went on his way, leaving the door unlocked for the next fuck to come in.

I just lay there for a bit, mustering up the energy and enthusiasm to move. Just as I was going to, Tanya’s husband arrived. He didn’t seem to notice I was ill (or didn’t care as he knew he would fuck me anyway), instead just focussing on my visible, gaping, messy cunt and equally messy ass crack.

He didn’t even move me, just pushing his ever hardening cock straight into my cum filled cunt. Now, I do love that sloppy seconds scenario, just ignoring a clearly messy cunt and fucking it anyway, and even in my unwell state, I got off on it.

I can’t say I was the most responsive, but I did moan as he started getting the rubbing right. He put one hand on each ass cheek, as he used them to increase his drive. He was slamming hard, and the thoughts of a second load of cum in my messy cunt meant that I wasn’t far from another orgasm. This time, there was no waiting, as his powerful strokes brought us straight to orgasm within seconds of each other, and his glans was barely in my cunt as he came, meaning yet more mess just inside my cunt. I could really do without it today, but they clearly had other ideas and I had no say in the matter.

After he left, I eventually moved and crawled back up to bed, still wearing my dress and stockings. The door was still unlocked, meaning the next fuck could just let themselves in as well. There would be a next fuck. I mean Anna’s husband hadn’t fucked me yet today, and then I would normally have another round of all of them, this being a work from home Friday.

I must had drifted off to sleep, as the first I was aware was my body being turned over and dragged to the edge of the bed, my dress ruckling up under my ass to reveal my cunt as I was moved. Anna’s husband pulled my legs into a vertical position, my ass at the edge of the bed. I felt his cock push between my fleshy thighs and nudge at my clit, pushing under it and into my cunt. He smiled at me as he started fucking. It was the ultimate in take what you want – he hadn’t even said a word to me, just moved my body onto his cock.

It felt so good, but I knew I wouldn’t be cumming quickly this time. He settled into a rhythm where neither of us were being massively stimulated, but nevertheless, he was being kept hard and I was being kept filled.

I lost track of time, possibly even drifted off, his cock sliding in and out of my well lubricated cunt being very comforting, and feeling like an all encompassing cuddle to ward off my cold. I felt a subtle change in his position, as the cock that had been getting harder for however long he was fucking me started rubbing, started building towards my orgasm. He loves a long fuck, but the fact he was rubbing showed he was near, and needed me to get there.

He had my legs pinned to his shoulders (one on each) for the entire time, and the long regular motion had made my tits come loose from the top of my dress, and made them snap up and down with each stroke after that. You could see in his face, and feel in his cock, that he was mesmerised by my snapping tits, and I love it so much that within a couple of dozen snaps. I started to cum, my cunt clamping down on his cock was the signal for him to finally stop fighting his orgasm and to start spraying.

He deposited one big shot of cum deep in my cunt, but then withdrew and deposited the rest just inside my cunt with a load on the outside. This had to be planned – all four of them making my cunt and ass a mess wasn’t a coincidence, and I guessed any more fucks I’d have would continue the trend. I liked it, I admit, but it was their choice and I had no say.

Once he had finished, he put my legs together and rotated my whole body, so that I was lying on the bed. He helped me to shuffle up the bed into a more comfortable position and put the quilt over me to keep me warm, and I drifted off again, content with another fuck and revelling in my messy cunt.

Free-Use Rules (Part Two)

Having already seen about the scope of our free-use, the quirk of our community and the punishments for rules violations, this post describes how the group actually operates on a daily basis.

The women have to signal their availability, and do so in one of two ways, by a chat group and by optional flowers in our hair. All 8 of us are in the chat control group, and we women have to put our availability in the chat group (and our location, so we can be found and fucked), and we can use flowers as well if we want to. (It is only the women that have to signal our availability, as it is the men that start the free-use and just take us.)

If a woman puts a white heart in the chat group, it means she is available for free-use (and can do it there or elsewhere as the man wants). A red heart is the same as a white one, but the woman is on her period: Anna and I both have Mirenas, so only Rose and Tanya can use that heart. A black heart means she’s not available for free-use. Any other coloured heart means that she is available for free-use, but must go elsewhere to do it. The heart is valid until the next one is posted, and she can put timed hearts on the group, (e.g. white heart until 6am, then black heart).

I’m particularly pleased for my husband. He loves period fucks, and hasn’t had many since I got my first Mirena, so you can guarantee a red flower or heart will see him repeatedly using the menstruating woman, with him arranging his working from home around their heaviest days, and both Rose and Tanya seem to love it.

In addition to the hearts, wearing flowers of the same colour in our hair means the same thing. It is basically so the men don’t have to consult the chat to see if we are available while we are out and about in the village. If there is a conflict between the flower and the heart, the most free meaning colour is assumed, and at some point the woman will be punished in the usual manner.

Availability can be changed at any time, but if she is being used, that usage will complete and if there is a queue, those in the queue will complete their use before the new availability status is valid.

Inside the village, but not in our own properties, a white flower is more likely to be a good grope, a tonguey snog or being taken somewhere to fuck, although full sex out in the village is permitted and has happened (subject to all the usual caveats about such things). Most fucking happens in our own homes or gardens though.

There are three other chat groups. One administered by the women, but visible to the men, where we track who has done what to whom. One is solely for the women, where we discuss plans and scenarios for parties etc. One is solely for the men – no idea what they discuss, but we’re fairly certain, amongst other things, they coordinate our fuckings, because at times, there are certain similarities with consecutive fucks (where the other men are not present to see what went on before).

If multiple men are present, the free-use is first come first served, although the woman’s husband is the lowest priority and must wait until last, even stopping mid-fuck if another man wants to take over. In practice, this often means the husband moves on to another woman if there is one available. If it isn’t the husband doing the fucking, the second man must wait until the first is finished (but often, they will give way repeatedly in a sort of tag team prolonging the fuck for all involved).

We’ve decided that each woman must be available for free-use for a minimum of a half of the hours they are in the village each day (averaged across the week), rising to two thirds of the hours whilst they are menstruating, and that at least one woman must be available for the bulk of each day: others can and do make themselves available, but the nominated women are as follows: Mon & Tue is Rose and Tanya, Wed is Tanya, Thu is Anna, Fri is me, Sat is Rose, Sun is Anna and me. Friday is a particular challenge, as Anna and Rose are both working, and Tanya is out of the village with her mum, so I’m normally the only one available, and often all four men are working from home winding down their weeks, so I get fucked a lot on a Friday. It is often the case that I get fucked 8 times (2 each) before teatime on a Friday. I’m working from home too, so I have to mix fucks in between video conferences, sometimes quite a challenge. My husband also tries to work at home on a Thursday, so he can make the most of Anna being the nominated woman. The third of the week rule is relaxed at holiday times like Christmas (as this will be difficult to manage), but the women do all need to be available as much as possible, and any missing hours must be made up in January and February. If Rose or Tanya’s period is over Christmas, they must make themselves available within 1 hour for the man to enjoy their chosen level of menstruation, and illness or visitors at other times don’t change the time requirements, they just make it much more of a challenge.

Another rule that applies to our properties is that us women aren’t allowed to clean ourselves up or rearrange our clothes without permission. If he gets cum on our face, he has to clean it up, but only our faces (unless he wants to clean up more of course). If we are dripping, or have cum somewhere, it has to stay there until a man tells us we can sort ourselves out or one does it for us. If our skirts (say) are round our waists, they have to stay there until gravity intervenes or a man tell us we can change their positions (or again, do it for us). If we need to go out or have a video conference, we can adjust only our clothes that will be visible and clean away any visible cum or evidence of sex, but if it isn’t visible, it has to stay. The reason for that is that it keeps us on heat and craving sex, craving use. And it fucking works. The men used to clean us up at the beginning, but now, the men don’t want us cleaned up, as they all like seeing the cummy evidence of us being used before. Thus, these days, we are often in a hell of a state.

We are all fucking so much more than we did before free-use, and we women crave even more cock, even to the point of trying to work out how to get more men into the group, and who in the village to invite. I think we all realise this won’t go on for ever, but we are all thoroughly enjoying it whilst it does, and long may that continue!

Free-Use Rules (Part One)

I’ve had a number of people ask how our free-use sex community works in reality. After all, often in stories online, the free-use world allows someone to be fucked at any time by anyone. We don’t live in that world, we don’t want just anyone to fuck us, only those that are part of the group, only those that will uphold our rules and only those that will fuck us as we mean to be fucked. Obviously, we have to have rules that govern our free-use: we all signed to say we understood and accepted the rules, and they have served us well.

They have been tweaked over time, and they have ended up more complicated than we originally thought they’d be. I suppose the reason for that is that we wanted to allow for as much free-use as possible, in fact, we wanted to force as much availability as possible, whilst keeping us all safe, both physically and from gossip.

At the beginning, we didn’t really know what we were doing. There was no guidance online, no list of rules we could use as a starting point. This was (and still is) very much an experiment, and we had to build the rules up from scratch. I don’t think any of us thought the experiment would last a couple of months, let alone be heading towards a year and still going strong. I guess we didn’t realise the addictive nature of free-use. I for one had no idea I would end up being disappointed and a teeny bit pouty if one of the men came round and didn’t fuck me. Such is the power and draw of free-use.

So, in this first post of two detailing our rules set, I talk about the locations and scope of the free-use, the major quirk of our community and the punishments for rules violation. In the second post, I detail the mechanics of our free-use.

To start, there are no free-use rights outside the village (and the village is well defined, so there is no doubt where is inside or outside the village).

Inside the village (whether in our homes or not), the women signal they are available for free-use, and if we are, the men just have the right to take us and fuck us. No asking, no concern as to what the woman is up to or wants, they just pick us, fuck us, use us sexually as they wish. In fact, one of the key quirks of our free use community is that the sex is never mentioned whilst it is happening, or in a mixed-gender group. The women can talk about it together whilst not fucking (and we often do), the men can talk about it together, again whilst not fucking (and I’m sure they do), but to have a mixed-gender discussion, free-use is suspended (and so is all fucking), so that a sensible discussion can be had.

I know it may seem strange, but not talking about it was absolutely key to me. This experiment wasn’t just about more sex with neighbours, it was about free-use, it was about us women being used, it was about the men just doing what they wanted. Vaginal, anal, oral, multiple men servicing the same woman, whatever they wanted. She doesn’t have a say. She just has to let it be done to her. That’s the whole fucking point. But believe me, when you have this much sex, you do enjoy every fuck, you crave every fuck. The whole free-use thing is built around people enjoying the sex, and consenting in advance to being used, to being fucked, to being a play thing really. I guess if you weren’t into it or enjoying it, you wouldn’t be part of a free-use arrangement.

It is totally allowed for the women to attempt to carry on doing whatever they were doing before they were fucked. Things like holding a conversation or typing something for work can be done whilst being fucked. It is a challenge, but it can be done. So, whilst the man dictates the fucking, the woman dictates what she does during the fucking. There is a beautiful symmetry.

The punishments for violating the no talking about the sex rule are quite vicious, and deliberately so. If the man does mention the sex in the wrong circumstance, it is deemed that consent for all free-use is withdrawn, and he has to leave all the women alone for forty eight hours (including his wife), and as an additional punishment, he has to watch every single time his wife is fucked over the forty eight hours, and he isn’t allowed to touch his cock, let alone join in or masturbate. Each of the other men is obviously allowed to use his wife as much as they want (because of the free-use), and he has to watch, he has no choice (and believe me, I’m sure the men would ensure she’s fucked as much as they can possibly manage within the forty eight hours, just to increase his punishment). And as a final punishment, at least one of the men will wank the offender’s cock and ruin his orgasm; it could be more and it could be repeated, but basically for forty eight hours, he can’t have sex, can’t masturbate, and will have orgasms ruined. When you are used to fucking several times a day, that is quite a vicious punishment, but it was turned into the standard punishment for any male rules infringement, and for that reason, the men just don’t talk about the sex (or break any of the other rules for that matter)!

When we originally started this, if the woman mentioned the sex in the wrong circumstance, she at some point would be spanked hard by each man for her error (and I was the first person to be punished in this manner). But as the women all got into free-use, spanking became far less of a punishment and far more of a joy, so it was no longer a suitable punishment. We really struggled with a finding one single replacement punishment, so we decided to select three, depending on person. For me and Rose, it was a good hard caning, twice over a forty eight hour period. Rose doesn’t like being caned at all. I’m not that fond of the cane, but don’t mind a few strokes in amongst other implements, but this is just a caning, no warm up, no love, a number of strokes that increases each time the punishment is used. Not nice, and a suitable deterrent. For Tanya, hers is to be restrained and to have a wand (or other suitable implement) applied to her clit continuously for a chosen number of orgasms, twice over a forty eight hour period. Her clit becomes sensitive after just one, very sensitive after two and painful after three, so this punishment is very painful for her, and again, is a suitable deterrent. Anna fears being deep throated. It is quite uncomfortable having a glans pushed into her throat and it makes her feel like she is going to suffocate, again unpleasant and each man doing this to her once in forty eight hours is a suitable deterrent. In the case of all three punishments, the effects are the same, humbling punishments inducing crying (and we have to wear mascara to show how much we are crying). These are now the standard punishments for any female rules infringement. It probably isn’t a surprise that none of these newer female punishments have been needed and the male one has only been used once.

The second post details the mechanics of our free-use community, the little details that make this all seem so effortless.

The Leavers Ball (Part Two)

Melissa and I were spending our last evening together at the university’s leavers’ ball, and we found ourselves in a room full of people fucking. We were focussing now on the all-women couples. For two of those couples, one woman was bent over the table, whilst the other licked at her asshole and down to her cunt, fingering the cunt and working it to make the other woman cum.

One couple of women were splayed out sitting on the desk, rubbing cunts together and using tits to maintain bodily control of their fuckmate. Their movements were mesmerising: rhythmic grinding, making each other make noise and bodily movements that Melissa and I never had. When we tried that, it was nice, it was arousing, but it never made us cum. Their movements made them cum, and hard.

The final couple of women were taking part in an activity that I knew would make us cum. One of them was just bent over a desk, the other one had her hands between the first’s legs and was quite viciously masturbating her, using a diamond of four fingers to penetrate the eager cunt in front of her, a vigorous and forceful fucking motion with the fingers, the thumb continually working the clit and the fingers did their fast in and out motions. With the other hand in the small of the firsts back, the first was pinned down, so there was no room for escape from the fast and forceful hand.

The hand made her cum and cum, its relentless movements pushing her to orgasm after orgasm. I really wanted to be her, to have my cunt as milked as hers, for my Melissa to draw that much juice out of me.

But Melissa had other ideas. She lay on the desk of a freshly cleared space and pulled me up, arranging me kneeling facing down her body. She pulled me into position, and then pulled my cunt down to her mouth. With me held in place by her hands, she started licking at my cunt. It was already slick with juices from the displays of the evening, but Melissa’s tongue was both effective at clearing the slickness from my cunt, but also very good at targetting my clit time and time again. I could feel the orgasm coming, but she was dragging it out, savouring every lick, eventually giving me a body shaking orgasm.

I collapsed as my arms couldn’t hold up my weight, but my face ended up mere inches from her cunt. I could smell the fragrance of arousal coming from it, and it wasn’t long before I wriggled into position, mouth directly over it, my tongue diving in. I felt her hands on the back of my head, forcing my head down, forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt. But instead of licking with speed, I licked slowly, burrowing my tongue into her channel between flicking over her clit. I put my hands over her thighs to keep them bolted to the table, as time after time, I flicked from clit to burrowing in the tunnel. She squirmed, she struggled, but her clamping my head and me clamping her thighs meant there was nowhere for her to go, no escape from my tongue.

I felt a moist wave with a musky odour flood my tongue as her hips tried to buck and rock away, and I accelerated because I knew she was near. And a forceful flick of the tongue was all it took to make her cum and cum, holding my head in place to taste her juices, my tongue never stopping moving across her cunt.

Once she had finished bucking, she let my head go, and I swivelled round, kissing her to let her taste her cunt and for me to taste mine.

But we couldn’t stay there, as there was a queue of people waiting to fuck. Time was passing quickly and it was after midnight when we returned to the bungee running tent, all too aware that our evening was drawing to a close, and all too aware that we were about to go our separate ways. In the tent was a discussion going on with about a dozen women and somebody from the students’ union. The bungee run was meant to be closed, but the women wanted to do one more run each, but this time, totally naked. In the end, it was agreed. The tent would be closed to new entrants and only the crowd still in place could stay. Then we would each get one run naked. I was about halfway down the list, Melissa somewhat later.

As my turn arrived, Melissa helped me to lift the dress off over my head, and she flicked the bra clasp to reveal my 38GG tits to the audience. There was an audible sound of approval as I walked down the bungee lane, my ass swinging as seductively as I could manage. The assistant began loading me into the harness, picking my tits up one by one pulling them through the harness and framing them with it.

Once the straps were tight, the assistant left the lane and I was ready to run. With each step, because of the way the harness worked, my tits snapped violently from side to side. If you were to do this for a long time, it would hurt, but this never is going to take long. I ran for as long as I could (which was still only seconds), before that tug of the bungee cord took me off my feet, my bottom half swung forwards, my legs flailed apart and I was pulled down the bungee run, ending up in a heap at the end. This time, without the dress, my cunt and tits were both still fully on display as I lay there, laughing, but also being fully aware of my display. Eventually, I got up and went over to Melissa, hugging and full on tongue kissing her. Then I put the dress back on and we waited for her turn, watching other tits snap and other cunts fly.

Melissa’s turn was near the end, and we waited for everyone to have a go before starting to leave. It was past 1am now and the event was winding down. As was our relationship. Melissa was leaving for home at the end of her overseas year, and I was finishing with university all together. And Melissa’s taxi was in 4 hours, my lift back to my parents was in 8.

Trying to make this last as long as possible, we decided to make one last trip down the hill to our pissing light, and having emptied our bladders with long and high arches of piss, we walked back up the hill arm in arm, stopping only at the bench halfway up to lick each other’s cunts clean of piss and have a last orgasm (which for neither of us took long).

As we finally got back to our halls, we tongue kissed one last time and then just turned and walked away. I didn’t cry as I walked away, but back in my room, I was in floods of tears. I’d never had anyone like Melissa before, and I wasn’t to know if I ever would again. It felt very much like the end.

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