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Month: November 2021

What To Do In A Friend’s Potting Shed

My husband and I were round a friend’s house and had a few minutes while our host was preparing some food. She insisted we left her to it and suggested we wander round the garden. Towards the bottom of the garden was a potting shed, which my husband saw as an opportunity, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me into it.

He embraced me closely and we started kissing, our tongues entwined, and he held me closely, our tongues probing each other’s mouths and his hands exploring my tight skirt covered ass.

I’d been horny since before we got there. Oh, I needed him in my cunt. We didn’t have long, I just needed to feel him inside me.

As we broke the kiss, I looked right and saw a worksurface liberally covered in compost. I turned right and bent very slightly over, my ass sticking out towards him. I felt his hand in the small of my back trying to push me over onto the surface, but I told him to stop, as I didn’t want to explain soil stains on my clothes. But rather than stop, he just took off my blouse and then pulled my tits up out of my bra, leaving my tits resting on the bra, but visible. Then his hand re-appeared in the small of my back, and he nudged me over, burying in my bare tits and bra in the compost. The feeling of the compost was slightly tickly against my skin, the feeling distracting me so much that I didn’t register my skirt dropping to the floor around my ankles.

I must have been such a sight, as I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my quivering cunt. I was so worked up that didn’t care if our friend saw us. This was dealing with a raw and animal need.

My tits were pressing into the compost as his cock was pressing into my cunt, nudging past my lips. He was so hard, and I needed to feel his full hardness inside me so much.

Each time he pushed in and pulled out, my tits and bra moved over the compost with a slightly abrasive feeling, as well as some of the compost moving under the pressure of my motioning tits, including some attaching itself to my fleshy orbs and bra.

After his cock was fully buried in my cunt, and a few strokes to increase his size, he carried on with the strokes as he placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me off the compost covered surface. I thought he had decided I’d been composted enough, but no. Instead, he got me to brush all the compost into the middle (whilst continuing to fuck me), then he pushed my tits and bra back down into the pile of compost. I was starting to get hot too, so more of the compost was sticking to my tits.

But I was lost in the motion, my senses engulfed in hands, hard cock, compost, bench, and fully aware there was a window facing out that we could be seen through. Bit late to check, but we were hidden, and so fine.

I felt him getting harder and harder, and knew he was about to cum. He was holding on for dear life, trying to make this quickie fuck last as long as he could. He wasn’t trying to make me cum. He knew me well enough to know that if I was going to have compost covered tits whilst I had a meal, I would need to still be horny, I’d need to be denied an orgasm (until later at least). So, he wasn’t even trying. What I needed, not what I wanted.

And then he mostly pulled out of my cunt and almost immediately began to spew his cum just inside my lips. So now I was going to be in a mess all evening too, with cum slipping out of my cunt as well as compost over my tits and inside my bra.

And I fucking loved it. He knew exactly what he had to do to get me going, and compost covered tits, cum slipping out of my cunt and no orgasm was certainly going to keep me on heat all through the meal.

I felt his cock stop touching my cunt and I heard him putting his cock away. I didn’t move. My breathing was heavy, and my tits were still moving on and through the compost with each one of those heavy breaths. I felt him lift my skirt up off the floor, wiggle it over my ass and get it roughly in position. Then he helped me up, and for the first time, I saw the mess we had made. Compost all over the floor and other places. He turned me round as I did up my skirt, and he stood admiring my compost covered tits. There was a light dusting on the outside of my bra, but nothing compared to the decent amount stuck to my warm tits.

But to heighten my feelings that little bit more, he lifted up my right tit from off its bra top platform, put a handful of compost into the bra cup, then loaded the tit into it, repeating the same with the other one.

As he pulled the bra into position, I adjusted everything to make myself look as it was before, and then did up my blouse (without clearing the light dusting of compost off the outside of my bra). He delicately brushed a little loose compost from the top of my tits and then tidied my hair up, as it was a bit messy (for some reason).

Then, we went back to the house for dinner, all the time I had cum oozing from my freshly fucked cunt and compost in my bra, reminding me of my fuck, and keeping me on edge waiting for an orgasm. I suspect our friend probably knew but was polite enough to not say anything. Once she saw the state of her potting shed, she’d know for definite.

And when we got home, my skirt was removed and I was spanked for dropping compost in the taxi, and then spanked again for dropping compost at home, and only then did he strip the top half of my body and brush the compost off my tits. I wanted a shower, but as my cunt was messy with cum oozing out, I knew I wouldn’t get one that night. I’d be all night with a messy cunt and crotch, so I made sure he was meticulous in brushing off the loose compost before I spread any more round our home.

And then he took me into the kitchen and bent me over the kitchen sink, my tits dunking in the water in my favourite position. But instead of me getting more cock, he applied a wand to my cunt and told me to wash my tits in the water they were being dunked in. It isn’t easy to focus on washing tits whilst being bent over and having a wand punish your already sensitive and needy cunt, and all too soon, I came, but he didn’t move the wand (even for a second), as I hadn’t finished my task. I had another orgasm before I was done and was well on my way to a third when I declared my tits as clean and he replaced the wand with his rock-hard cock, for a final (for the evening) and simultaneous orgasm. I was wrecked, in a mess and a very very happy girl. And I can never look at compost the same again.

Slowly, Sloooooowly

I think some of the best sex we’ve ever had is of the slow and sensuous kind, which we are really getting a taste for at the moment.

I think my biggest ever orgasm was last week (and I’ve had quite a few hard ones in my time). It was Monday, and I was quite frisky. My husband and I were both working at home, and he stopped working for lunch. He came into the bedroom, where I was getting frustrated with something I was doing.

He had just done a video conference, so he was in one of jumper shirts (you know the sort, a jumper with a fake shirt collar). Anyway, he looked scrumptious, so I just opened my legs and flashed my cunt at him.

I got that look, the naughty smile, the raised eyebrows. In one swift motion, he unclipped his belt and slid his trousers to the floor. No thong, so an already slightly erect cock jumped out at me from under the jumper.

I licked my lips in the most seductive way I could manage, and then parted my cunt lips with my fingertips to be inviting. He took his cock in his hand, then knelt on the bed and nudge his glans gently in through my cunt lips. I was so hot inside, but nowhere near slick enough. Just with his glans nudging in and out, he held his hands out to get me sitting up. As I sat up, he pulled the dress out from under my ass, then pulled it off over my head. Then he undid my bra clasp, parted the two ends and then I leant back onto the bed revealing my 34H tits to him (as he didn’t move the bra). Having thrown the bra aside, he grabbed at my tits, squeezing them, and kneading them, all the time nudging at my cunt. As he felt my cunt moisten up, his strokes got larger and deeper, until he was buried all the way in. At this point, I was expecting him to speed up, I was expecting a vigorous fuck with some explosive cumming from him.

What I got was almost the opposite. He was very slow and deliberate with his strokes, withdrawing so far on the out stroke that you could see his glans out in the open, then re-entering me hands free. I love that, and he repeated it slowly over and over. Each one felt like it was the first, with me feeling the tip of his rock-hard cock rub all along inside me with every slow and deliberate stroke.

Over the following minutes, we changed positions a few times (mostly to relieve his arms), but he never speeded up. He just kept rubbing, and that felt gooood.

But then, for some reason, I fancied trying doggy again. Whenever we’ve tried doggy before, it hasn’t been that successful. Well, the bed here is obviously a different height, because after I knelt on the edge of the bed, he stood on the floor, came in behind me, pressed into me again hands free and slid straight in. He was so deep. After the first few slow strokes, he leant over, slid his hands under my tits and grabbed them, again squeezing, and kneading them. This changed the angle of his cock, which meant that it was rubbing in slightly different places. After a while of rubbing there, he let go of my tits, adjusted his angle, and held on to my hips. He was still slow, but he could pull against my hips so that each drive in was very hard and very deep, just slow. Oh my god, what a feeling it was in that position.

He also did a couple of short vigorous bits, really taking advantage of the grip on my hips. His cock felt enormous as he ploughed into my cunt over and over. I was so completely lost in the moment, lost in what he was doing.

My knees can only take so much of that, so just before I was about to cum, I had to change positions. So, without removing his cock from me, we went to standing up with me bent over the bed. This is another position that feels so amazing with his deep cock, but another one I can’t sustain for long.

When I could do that no more, I laid back on the bed, cunt open and dripping, ready for him to do another hands-free mount. He did enough strokes in each position, so that my cunt kept getting so near to cumming, and then he let the orgasm keep sliding just a little away. I think he got the taste for edging me with his cock. It would have been frustrating had I not known how much he loves making me cum with his cock, and therefore I knew in the end, he would make me cum, and it would probably be massive. He got me so close so often, and yet let is slightly slip away over and over by changing positions.

He rotated through me on my back with my feet on the bed, on my back with my feet hanging in mid-air, to my favourite slow position of the moment, straddling my legs (which are together) with his cock slipping in and out of my cunt. Again, he was leaving my cunt completely, but my cunt was so saturated with slippery stuff that his cock kept sliding straight back in. Straddling is a position I can easily cum in, so he was very very slow there, and by switching between the three positions, he managed to drag things out even longer. I can’t complain though, as every second of it felt wonderful.

I thought he’d make me cum in the straddling position, but when he finally felt his cock starting to subside (80 minutes later), he switched to a position we use a lot: it is like missionary, but with a 30 degree twist, so his face is under my armpit next to my right tit. That twist means his cock gets even deeper inside me, and so nudging against my tit, he accelerated his pace (but it was still comparatively slow), with deep hard thrust slamming into me.

He felt my body clinch in that way that told him my orgasm was on its way, and at that point, he started sucking on my right nipple whilst keeping perfect rhythm, slamming, and then withdrawing, and shortly after I started to cum. But this orgasm was unusual, because my orgasm carried on rolling and building at the same time as he thrusted, and it built up into a quite overwhelming orgasm. For the first time ever, I shouted how I couldn’t take any more, but noting I didn’t ask him to stop, he kept his rhythm and motion, making my orgasm go on longer than I ever had before, with a sort of building feeling I’ve never had in the past. Apparently, I was orgasming for over two minutes, which is unheard of for me, and didn’t I know it. It was so amazing, and I felt stunningly close to him. When I did eventually ask him to stop thrusting, he just snuggled into my tit and told me yet again how much he loved me. We had said it a lot during this fuck, but it was such an emotional fuck. I was totally drained and went to sleep as he went back to work.