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

Month: July 2023

Making Me Wait (Part One)

It was only a couple of hours. Having just had my ass filled with his enormous rock-hard cock for over an hour, relentlessly pounding, slamming, growing and cumming, my husband wanted me to just think about only my asshole for a couple of hours, thinking about how full my asshole was, how stretched it felt, how I felt like I couldn’t take him growing any further and then he grew again and stretched me even more, and then to think about how terribly empty my asshole now was, how it was yearning to be filled again, how it was desperate to feel his enormous rock-hard cock again, an empty chasm that I couldn’t fill for a couple of hours. In fact, he told me to do nothing for a couple of hours other than think about my full asshole and my empty asshole. I wasn’t allowed to touch my clit, cunt, ass, asshole and even my tits. Nothing.

A couple of hours doesn’t sound much, but when you are this hyped up, craving that full feeling I adore and you are not allowed to relieve yourself, it is agony. It had only been 35 minutes, and yet I was desperate to be filled again. And he had fucked off to a meeting.

He told me he’d message me and let me know what I was to do after the two hours. But he told me to not focus on waiting for the message. He wanted active focussing on my empty asshole and full asshole. I had to really feel the fullness and the emptiness. For two whole hours.

I had set an alarm for the two hours and then turn the clock around so that I couldn’t focus on the minutes ticking away. Closing my eyes, I could really focus on the fullness. It wasn’t that long ago that I was desperately full, a rock-hard piston pumping into me, every inch of its length stretching my pucker open, still growing, right on the edge of being painful, but not quite getting there. I could still feel it, the size, the hardness, the tugging of the motion as he fucked my asshole, the feeling of fullness that I love.

And then I got snapped back to the yawning emptiness, reminded of his size by the pulsing of my asshole as I squeeze it together, trying to grip a cock that wasn’t there. I squeezed it almost involuntarily in the hope it would be filled again. It wasn’t. Even a finger would have helped, but I wasn’t allowed, so all I could do was dream, imagine, remember, squeeze on a non-existent invader, and hope he would fill it again later.

I would have settled for an orgasm, hoping that would at least be a relief, but I wasn’t allowed that either, even the merest of touches of anywhere sexual were out. I was a massive ball of sexual need, just waiting for some relief, any relief, best of all a filled asshole again.

A couple of hours wait with a cavernously empty asshole was almost torture, but somehow, I made it through the time. It was a massive piece of mental edging that needed no physical input from anyone. It was exquisitely frustrating and divine in equal measure.

Out of the blue, I finally received my instructions for carrying out only after the two hours was up. I was to insert my yoni stone into my cunt (it is large, so really fills my cunt), then I was to insert my inflatable butt plug in my asshole and inflate it until I could take no more. Then, every minute for the next fifteen, I had to inflate the butt plug a little more. “Eye wateringly full” was the phrase he used. Only then could I apply the vicious wand with clit attachment to my clit. He had set the video camera up and I was to video myself filling my holes and then having three orgasms whilst filled like that, orgasms provoked by clit attachment and wand alone. Then, if I wanted to be spanked that evening, I would need to have another three orgasms, which I could get any way I liked, as long as both holes stayed full and provided I came on video.

The prospect of six orgasms was tantalising, and the waiting, the thinking about being full and empty, all went to heighten my arousal, and I knew it would strengthen my orgasms. He knew six solo orgasms would be a challenge for me, which I’m sure was why he picked a number that high, and he told me that if I wanted any more orgasms after the six, I would have to ask him for permission. He knows how to pull my strings. That would just make me want to cum even more and I’d probably be on at him soon after my sixth asking for permission. He knew what he was doing. He was going to end up with me horny for the rest of the day, and most probably a tired orgasmed out wreck, although I would still want him back in my asshole again regardless of how exhausted I was.

I hate the thoughts of being on camera, but I needed to cum, and to do that, it had to be recorded. I slumped in front of the camera with my legs spread wide and the camera looking right up my body. It was a very unflattering pose, selected deliberately I’m sure to make me feel very self-conscious. I turned the camera on and started lubing up my yoni stone before inserting it into my cunt. I flexed my muscles until it reached the correct location, and then I stopped to allow it to settle.

Then I lubed up the inflatable butt plug and rolled my body back, my spreadeagled ass being in shot and my asshole coming into view. Unflattering didn’t cover it, but I was in no mood to wait. I gently teased at my asshole with the tip of the plug, and slowly over a couple of minutes worked in into my asshole, my sphincter closing around the narrow neck of the plug.

Rolling forwards again to my slumped position, I grabbed the bulb and started to squeeze it, pushing small gusts of air into the plug. I love the feeling of the plug growing inside my ass, and it had plenty to grow. “Eye wateringly full” is what he wanted, and this girl and her asshole were going to deliver. When it was full and verging on painful, I stopped inflating, letting my insides adjust to the two intruders. The plug presses on the yoni stone, accentuating the fullness feeling there too. It felt so good to be full again, after the previous two hours of emptiness and denial.

As per instructions, each minute for the next fifteen, I inflated it a little more, each time stopping at just before painful, and then giving my ass the rest of the minute to become used to the size.

I was full. Very full, and still waiting for an orgasm. But I was near, and by the time the fifteen minutes was up, I was so gagging for it. My eyes did actually water at the size of the inflatable butt plug. It was so large that it really was taking my mind off the film being recorded. Time to apply the vicious wand to my poor clit.

Oh My God, I Think I’m Rebecca!

You may have seen a comment under one of the earlier Rebecca posts that said, “Oh my god, I think I’m Rebecca.” Well, after a few exchanged emails, it turns out that she was the Rebecca in question! A friend of hers is a regular reader and saw similarities with those posts and the ramblings of a drunken Rebecca in confessions type games played over the years. You could see the genuine delight in Rebecca and my husband seeing each other again, even only on a screen, after over twenty years.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned blue, and Rebecca made the suggestion to get our tits out. Rebecca’s were (unsurprisingly) no longer gravity defying, but they still look glorious. My husband has always had an eye for a fabulous pair of tits and Rebecca remembered him treating hers like they were princesses, almost straying into worship territory, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Given how upbeat the discussion started, I was surprised when it took a melancholic turn. Theirs was the best sex she ever had. After she left their university, she went back home to America, bouncing through a series of inadequate lovers until she landed on the man she married. He is a wonderful man is pretty much every way, apart from the fact that he doesn’t get her going sexually like my husband did. She wouldn’t want to be married to any other man than her husband, but she really needs a lot more in her sexual life. For a good while, she has had some extra sex at work, but that wasn’t the most fulfilling sex for her. I think my husband would have jumped on a plane that minute to give her the seeing-to that she deserved, and I think she knew that too. It was really rather sweet.

But she perked up enormously when she started talking about some of their shared moments that she remembers and enjoyed. She was quite open in discussing how their sexual exploits had powered a lifetime of masturbation, that she thought of their sexual exploits a couple of times a day even now whilst fingering herself or using a toy, and I think that made him a little proud.

She remembers that first weekend of Toon and the fucking with affection, but her favourites of their encounters were in a more risky environment. She wouldn’t try it today, but there were a lot fewer cameras around when they were fucking, and so you could take bigger risks. Right back from when she was at high school, she had an obsession with fucking in the cinema. The first porn that she remembered watching over and over again was a story based on that premise, and at that young age, it always got her the most excited when masturbating.

The cinema in question that she and my husband fucked in was an older refurbished one, and as was the fashion at the time, they had premium seats at the back, with more leg room, arms on the chairs and were much more comfortable. They were therefore much easier to fuck in.

When they first went, he had no idea of her obsession. He thought there might be some snogging and groping, but he had no idea she was hoping for full sex. They were on the back row, along with two other couples and the kissing started before the film even started. As they leaned in together to kiss, her hand went down to his trouser-enclosed cock and she started squeezing it. It soon woke up and started pointing upwards, this allowing her to rub in her favourite way – along the underside of his cock right down to his balls. She had found through experience that this particular rub made him harder than any other. I don’t think he realised they would progress beyond masturbation – he thought she’d make him cum in his pants and then leave him there for the duration of the film.

He realised she was serious, when without moving her hand from its rubbing motion, she manoeuvred her body so it was in front of him, still facing the screen. She stopped rubbing to release his cock from its cloth cage, then with one hand, held his cock in a straight up position and with the other, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, before lowering her very slick cunt onto his hard cock, which was getting harder by the second.

He briefly considered grabbing her tits, but he decided to grab her hips to steady her and give her a hand in maintaining rhythm. As she started sliding up and down, he looked left and right to see both other couples not paying attention to the film either. On the left, the woman (who was mid 20s) had her tits out and was giving the man (slightly older) a really long sloppy blow job. On the right, the woman (late teens) too was bouncing on the man’s lap (he was a similar age). My now husband also realised that there was a cinema employee working the auditorium, but she seemed to be ignoring them fucking at the back.

All that made him get harder still, and he knew his glans was rubbing the inside of her cunt behind her clit with every stroke. He knew her cunt; this wasn’t going to take long.

After too short a time, he felt her cunt clench round his cock, and he felt her body violently shake. It was like her having to stay quiet had left her body as full body shivers instead, and she sat on his lap recovering with his hard cock still buried in her cunt.

Her breathing was really fast, and he took it slowing as a sign of recovery, and using his hands on her hips, he began minute movements of her body up and down his cock. She got the idea, as she got her legs working again powering more slides up and down his cock. Whilst it had softened a little during her recovery, it soon became hard again and soon his glans was rubbing again, and soon, she was violently shaking again, each period of shaking was accompanied by a hefty moistening of her cunt, and that was before he’d filled it with cum.

Mind you, that wasn’t certain. She was clearly way too excited about the situation, and he did wonder if she’d manage to carry on until he came. He needn’t have worried. This girl was nothing but fair. In total, she had four lots of cunt moistening violent shakes, the last one took longer to arrive and her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles finally finished him off.

And with cum filled cunt, she just got up off his lap, pulled her panties back in place and sat on her seat to start to watch the film. He watched the couple to the left, who by that point were fucking themselves. The woman on the right had clearly got bored with the film and so resorted to a long slow blow job to amuse herself, with him just stroking her hair to keep it out of the way.

They fucked in the back rows of that cinema a lot, and they even saw a blonde member of staff with her hand inside her skirt on more than one occasion.

You could tell just how vivid the memories were, as Rebecca was masturbating whilst she was telling it. We asked her to move the camera so we could see her do it, thus affording my husband of his first view of her cunt over twenty years. I think we all knew it would not be our last view of it.

What Needed Doing (Part Two)

For the first time ever, Claudette’s cunt and asshole were both filled with a real cock, my husband ploughing into her asshole, Kiara’s husband being equally forceful into her cunt. It was everything Claudette dreamed it would be. Totally absorbed by the situation, she had completely forgotten the audience, and that in the audience was these wonderful men’s wives, both who were masturbating at the display.  I knew what a DP felt like, and I knew how amazing she must be feeling, and I was a tiny bit jealous of her at this moment. Claudette was so lucky to have those two rigid cocks pounding her away at her fulfilling her dream.

As always happens in a DP, the men started talking to ensure that Claudette’s DP went on for as long as possible. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, her tits were being pulled in time with my husband’s strokes and her ass cheeks in time with Kiara’s husband’s strokes, so much so that both her tits and ass cheeks were starting to ache from all the twisting and wrenching. Eva kept squirting lube over my husband’s cock on his out strokes, to ensure Claudette’s asshole remained comfortable. It was a good while before my husband announced he was close to cumming, and Kiara’s husband upped his pace, the slight change of angle of approach to her cunt made her clit twist with each stroke.

Each clit twist weakened whatever resolve she still had, and all too soon, she started to cum, a huge wave of orgasm flooding her body, her cunt clamping down on the cock impaled in it, making Kiara’s husband cum just as my husband started as well. Claudette cried out as the two men emptied their cum into her and she quickly went faint from the power of her orgasm, and the three of them laid collapsed in a heap.

Eloise said we should leave them to recover (allowing Claudette to curtsey later in the day) and that we should begin our afternoon meeting, detailed discussions and decision making about the minutiae, a task that would take several afternoons. I had to try to put both the memories of that wonderful fuck and my own desperate need to cum aside, and to focus on the job in hand. It was all very important.

We made good progress but broke for the day after about 3½ hours. Time to relax, time for some food, time for some more fucking, time for a glass of wine and time to chat and bond more.

It was a lovely evening in good company, I learned a lot about everyone, and in the middle, before the alcohol kicked in, to my delight, my husband fucked me in front of that small crowd. Claudette had just curtseyed for her previous fuck, and in preparation for my fucking, she gave my husband a slow and sensual blow job, wobbling her tits as she kept leaning in and out rocking her whole body, always something he loves to watch, and when he was nice and hard, she just kissed his glans and I took her place, with my arms round his neck and his cock in my cunt, his hands on my ass cheeks stretching them wide to reveal my asshole to the crowd, whilst hauling me up and down his shaft with his arms.

With that slow build up, he wasn’t about to cum quickly, and I knew I’d be riding his cock for a while. He was massive and really hard, but his relentless unchanging rhythm told me he was nowhere near cumming, and yet he was rubbing my clit every time his cock slid in, and I soon felt my orgasm building. I gripped round his neck tighter, and I felt him accelerate a little. He knew I was near and soon I was moaning and screaming as he tiptoed me towards a crashing orgasm. This way of building always makes my orgasm enormous, but I realised well before I came that he was likely to just carry on fucking me right through my orgasm without breaking rhythm. When he does this, I just try to hang on for dear life, as after such a massive orgasm, I tend to want him to stop. But he needs to cum (which after 2 orgasms already today will take time) and I have an audience who I can hear is loving every second of my fucking.

My orgasm broke, I screamed my head off (good job there is no one for a mile in any direction now) and he just carried on fucking at his steady rhythm, pulling my ass cheeks a little further apart and readjusting my position post orgasm back to one where he was rubbing my clit all the time. I wasn’t sure how much more of this fucking I could take, so as I recovered from the first orgasm, I started squeezing his cock with the inside of my cunt, putting his cock under pressure and making it grow.

I had him near, but knew he was getting me near as well. His tempo increased, and I started trash talking him, using all the phrases I know that really turn him on. I let go of his neck and leant back a little, putting my arms up above my head as if dancing, in full knowledge that it made my tits bounce and sway. I felt his cock grow again but was running out of time. I was so close to cumming, so I squeezed his cock with everything I had, and that was enough. He stopped moving and I felt his cock spasm a number of times, the first spasm being enough to topple me over to my final orgasm of the day.

I was exhausted but enjoying taking the applause of our audience. I needed to be reminded to get                                                                                                up and curtsey, something not easy with my legs in their jelly like state. But I managed it, and then settled back in my husband’s arms to watch Kiara and her husband fuck in a similar manner.

And once they were done, Eva took her place between my legs and licked and sucked my husband’s cum out of my cunt, swallowing each mouthful with zeal. Eloise repeated this on Kiara, and then with our cunts were cleared of cum, Eloise viciously fingered Eva to an orgasm and then Eva returned the favour.

That left only Claudette to finish off, and Eva arranged her on an easy chair on her side. Eloise lubed up two fingers of her right hand and then inserted them in Claudette’s asshole, as far in as her knuckles, whilst Eva viciously attacked her cunt, ramming fingers in and out, rubbing her clit on every one of her quick hand movements. She is absolutely brilliant at that high-speed ferocious finger fucking, but Claudette rode both sets of fingers for a long time. With Eloise moving her fingers round in Claudette’s asshole and Eva’s continued finger fucking, her face quickly showed gritty determination to hold off her own orgasm as long as possible. Eva was having none of it and stepped up her finger fucking pace as Eloise inserted a third finger in Claudette’s asshole, a far from gentle insertion that brought about a torrent of French from the maid. Her face screwed up at one final attempt to stop the inevitable, fruitless of course, as a massive orgasm cascaded through her body. Eva was triumphant, and Eloise kept her fingers in Claudette’s asshole for a few minutes whilst her orgasm subsided and she recovered.

And with her curtsey, we sat into the night round the fire drinking wine and talking, mostly of sex, but resting before we started again tomorrow.