Carla, the curvy, sexy, sassy, pretty, big-titted lesbian barmaid from our local was taking me to her home to fuck me. We walked back to Carla’s place arm in arm, just a road away from the pub, this tiny stone cottage, one bedroom, immaculate inside. She closed the curtains at the front (leaving the ones overlooking the woods at the back open) and then came up to me and just pulled up my skirt onto my hips. She leant in to kiss me slightly from my right, her left hand on my ass holding me in position, her right straight to my cunt, fingering my folds for only a few seconds, before plunging three fingers into my already slick cunt. She started driving her fingers in and out, her thumb squashing my clit with each stroke. Harsh, raw, at speed. She felt my body tense, and she drove through my movements, and way too soon, I doubled over and came. She moved down with me as I bent down, to keep her hand in contact with my cunt, doing some shuddering hand moves to milk my orgasm, before she removed her fingers and put them to my mouth. I always love tasting my juices, so I eagerly took my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.

She had a big, evil, wicked grin, amazed just how quickly and how hard I’d cum. She realised just how worked up I was before she even touched me. Not wanting to give me chance to recover, she bent me over the sofa arm and lifted my skirt up over my ass. I heard a gasp. She’d obviously seen the temporary tattoo on my ass cheek. It’s the word “Slut” in denim blue and pink. It wasn’t meant specifically for her, I was just feeling horny as fuck from wearing that outfit, and I thought it would be appropriate for whoever got to fuck me that night. Because somebody was going to.

She smacked my ass, once, with her hand, as hard as she could manage, and left me there, slightly stinging bare ass and moist cunt in the breeze, all the time talking in the distance about how I was unashamedly a slut to wear that as a tattoo, to not wear panties, and to just let a random woman make me cum.

And when she returned, she had a strap-on, with a decent sized (but not ridiculously large) realistic looking cock and balls. She lined it up with my exposed cunt, and just drove in. I was sufficiently slick that the cock didn’t need lubricating, she just slammed it in. And pulled it out and slammed it in again. And again.

She was quite mouthy this one, and there was a constant stream of filthy language, berating me, goading me, telling me what a slut like me was likely to do, knowing full well that what she was actually doing would make it happen. Slam after slam, the occasional spank, loads of words, loads of filling my cunt then emptying it, and soon, I was on my way to cumming again.

Carla realised, and started telling me how only a nasty little slut would cum from a plastic cock, and if I did cum, I’d pay the price. Of course, I came very soon, her actions with the cock and the filthiness of her words made it inevitable.

I felt the cock leave my cunt, and almost immediately, I felt a blow from a wooden paddle on my pristine raised ass. Another and another, two dozen in all. I hadn’t seen her get that paddle out. Once my ass was red, fiery, lightly throbbing, she pulled me off the sofa and slumped in it, cuddling me, not soothing my ass cheeks obviously, just contrasting the love of a good cuddle with the burning of a fiery spanked ass.

We started talking, and I saw an opportunity to discuss what she had said to my husband. What the deal was. Carla looked a bit sheepish, and I gently prodded, waving the paddle around and telling her she’d better come clean about what else was said. She closed her eyes, sighed, almost willing herself to get it over with. Opening them again, she told me she’d basically offered herself to him as an incentive to make him let her fuck me. I knew it!

It turns out that she was one of those lesbians that loved women, but still enjoyed a cock occasionally. Her old cock was about to leave the village for good, and she heard of my husband’s prowess in our drunken ramblings, so she offered herself to my husband, hoping that a bartered fuck would end up filling that vacancy too. I checked. All three holes. Separate fucks (to start at least). I just know he’ll fuck her asshole first. He’s got a thing about fucking assholes first these days.

And as a gesture of good will, she had offered for us both to have messy cunts when she brought me back to him, in full knowledge that he would lick us both out. She would happily let him clear the juices from our cunts, and if we cum before our cunts are clear, so be it, the glint in her eye suggesting she knew full well he’d do his best to ensure we did both cum. Again. He wasn’t going to say no to trying making someone new cum, and I was sure he realised that he’d have a challenge on his hands, as he knew we’d be making each other cum all night and all morning. He’s not one to shy away from a challenge, and if we don’t cum, he still gets an extended cunt licking session. A win win for him, and I was sure he’d be happy with that.

Seemingly deciding to stop talking about my husband and starting to talk about me and her again, she talked about how she wanted me tomorrow night too. If we got on, if I wanted to fuck her again, she wanted him to pair off with someone else again. The free-use group had already been talking about doing a swap that night. Tanya’s husband said they’d be in the mix that time, and there was still a woman spare, so it would suit everybody, and I thought it very unlikely I wouldn’t want to fuck her again.

All this talk of fucking and cunt licking had me going again, and I think Carla realised, because she stopped cuddling me, getting up off the sofa and rearranging me, opening my legs and kneeling between them. I saw her lean in towards my cunt and felt her tongue touch my outer folds, clearing my juices and using her fingers to open my flaps up, to open my cunt to allow her tongue to get inside it.

And as she meticulously cleared all the stickiness, all the glistening slickness from my cunt, plunging her tongue as far in as she could reach (and I’ll tell you that was pretty far – she had a very athletic tongue). Whilst I was thoroughly enjoying her cunnilingual efforts, my brain was working on what to do with her next. She obviously liked it a little nasty, and I was going to deliver, today, tomorrow, next week. The slut hadn’t cum yet, and that was about to change.