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His Late Night Chat Girl (Part One)

14 April 2025 / KinkyMira / 0 Comments

There was one more woman my now husband fucked at university, a fellow student called Louise. He met her in a university on-line chat room (when these things were nerds only) and had late night chats for a number of months. They had never met – they didn’t even know what each other looked like, but one night, he mentioned that he had to stop chatting as he had to go and fuck Kate, and in reply, she typed “I sometimes wish you’d come and fuck me”, before deleting the comment, pretending she hadn’t said anything and cheerily saying goodbye for the night.

All the time he was fucking Kate that night, he was thinking about fucking Louise. Kate said he seemed to be extra hard, and he fronted up about what had happened. Kate smiled as she played with his hair, telling him he ought to fuck her tomorrow night then. After all, he and Kate weren’t exclusive and she was only fucking him two or three times a week now.

Tomorrow night came and he was chatting away with Louise as if nothing had happened. He was getting cold feet, and she hadn’t said anything. But all the time, he was longing to fuck her, desperate to fuck her, more and more gagging for it every minute they ignored the situation.

He couldn’t stand it any more, and so, without really thinking it through properly, he just went for it and typed “You know what you said last night?” She didn’t type anything for ages, making him worry about what she thought, worry that he’d misread the hint, but after a long pause, she replied simply with a building and room number, before immediately leaving the chat.

She immediately left the chat because she was panicking. She was having a stay in your room working type of day, so she hadn’t even showered that day, and her legs and armpits desperately needed a shave. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. She wanted to be perfectly manicured, not a slovenly mess. She also almost immediately regretted not telling him to wait an hour before coming over. Too late now.

He hadn’t left immediately though. He decided to have a shave, a quick wash, do his hair and put on some clean clothes, making himself look as nice as he could, before setting off across campus. He’d never even met her in person. What if he didn’t like what he saw, or what if she didn’t? Too late for those worries, he was resolute in his decision that he wouldn’t meet her and then not fuck her if she wanted. She was about a twenty minute walk away. Added to his preening time, this gave her about three quarters of an hour.

She didn’t know that of course, but she decided it was more important to shave and do her hair than to shower. She had long blonde hair and decided to simply leave it down, with a clip at the front that would hold her hair back during a fuck. She shaved her armpits (they needed to be absolutely smooth to his touch and she moisturised to get them silky), her legs (as she was deploying the finest seamed hold-up stockings and didn’t want them to catch), and finally she trimmed her pubes to a perfect triangle (he was a mathematician after all), making her puffy cunt lips and clit the most visible they could be.

She spent slightly too long admiring her handy-work and arranging her cunt lips so that they looked perfect, before progressing onto a brand new pair of seamed hold-up stockings straight out of the packet. They were sheer, low denier and black. She always felt sexy rolling a stocking up her leg, and she took her time getting the seams perfectly aligned. She had a dig through her drawer to find the bra she wanted. It was similarly black and sheer and she would need it to hold her substantial tits in place. It didn’t hide much though, and without really thinking, she pulled on her nipples to get them larger and harder.

She was just about to look for the tiny panties she wanted, ones that would really emphasise her trimmed pubes, when there was a knock at the door. Swearing under her breath and noting to deploy those panties next time, she grabbed a lightweight pink silk gown and threw it on, doing it up as she looked through the spyhole in the door.

He looked nice. Neatly presented, unlike her. He had chocolate. Thoughtful. His fingernails were short and clean, a must if they were to get anywhere near her cunt. She shouted for him to wait for a second, just long enough to adjust the gown so she looked fabulous. She was going to have to front it out. Feeling slutty like she was handing her body to him on a plate, she didn’t really care as she was going to fuck him, no question.

She opened the door a crack, and they checked each other’s names, and once happy they were the right people, she opened the door wider and invited him in. He came in and she locked the door behind him, not wanting any chance of being disturbed during this fuck she needed so much.

She turned round to see him looking for somewhere to sit. She had the clothes she was going to wear on the bed and the chair was full of dirty washing. She hadn’t tidied up, so there was dirty washing all over the floor as well, and looking at it in that instant, the floor was mostly covered in dirty panties. She liked panties. She had lots of them. She just didn’t massively like washing them, as they were mostly delicate garments and needed special handling. He’d seen them. What would he think of her? Although most men like panties, so she thought she shouldn’t worry.

She went to hang the clothes back up, ensuring to flash a stocking leg through the split in the gown whenever she could. She knew he’d seen, and he had a smile on his face. She picked the pile of washing up off the chair, and turned to put it in the bottom of her wardrobe. As she did so, more panties dropped from the pile and onto the floor. This really wasn’t going well, but he looked more amused than anything else. The most amusing thing of all was that despite owning all these panties, she wasn’t wearing any. It all added to that feeling of handing herself to him on a very slutty plate.

She thought he’d have taken a seat, but as she turned round, he was standing in front of her. He ran a pair of fingers down her cheek, stopping her in her tracks. After that briefest of pauses, she just moved forwards and their lips touched, before almost immediately turning into a tongue jousting snog. She put her hands to his face, caressing his cheeks and holding his lips to hers. He put his arms round her and his hands firmly took a grip of her silk covered ass cheeks. That firm grip showed her that he meant business, and her kiss got a little harder and a little more frenzied. She had waited so long for this. She left any doubts behind as that animal hunger for cock took hold. She hadn’t had cock in way too long, and her lust took a grip.

All her control went out of the window, as she let go of his face with one hand and ran it down his trousers to his cock. It seemed fairly big and fairly hard already. Promising! She took a good handful, gently squeezing it, and asked, with just a hint of amusement and a big dollop of hope, whether Kate had left anything for her. He assured her there was more than enough, as he pulled her dressing gown off her shoulders, it sliding down her arms, giving him a good look at her cleavage, without revealing anything else.

She really didn’t want to let go of his cock, it feeling lovely in her hand despite the intervening fabric, but she reluctantly did so, and put her arms down for the silky gown to slide off. He stepped back to admire the bra and hold-up stockings, also admiring her preparedness to fuck and her perfectly manicured pubic hair, gently teasing and not at all hiding her cunt. Little did he know it was due to the lack of time, but neither of them much cared. Lust had taken over.

She put her hands to his belt, undoing it and his trousers, pushing them down to the floor, herself sinking to her knees as she pushed them down, her face then in front of his bulging boxers. That looked contrived. But she was there now, so slid his boxers down and started slowly taking his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper each time, using her tongue on the underside a little more each time. But she wasn’t there for a blow job. Her cunt needed cock. This was just to get him warmed up.

The Leavers Ball (Part Two)

12 January 2025 / KinkyMira

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.

The Leavers Ball (Part One)

7 December 2024 / KinkyMira

I was only at university the first time for a single year. A combination of poor mental health and being too busy fucking both Melissa and my uni guy, and all those orgasm filled evenings in the nightclub, meant that I wasn’t making the progress academically that I needed to, and I took the pragmatic decision to leave university before doing my self-esteem any more damage.

That meant I was entitled to go the Leavers’ Ball, a lavish affair with the women in gowns and the men in tuxedos. I was entitled to take a partner, and I chose Melissa, as I was emotionally far closer to her than my uni guy. We blew a load of cash in acquiring these amazing silky flouncy gowns, with long gloves to finish off the look. Both our cleavages were on display, although our tits were well held in, something it turned out would be fairly useful.

The leavers’ ball was also to be our last evening together, as Melissa was flying home early the following morning, so we wanted to make it particularly special, one for us to remember.

The ball was a big multi-room affair, with a massive dance hall and loads of other rooms of activity inside and out, all raising money for the students’ union charity. What caught our attention was a tent outside, where there was an inflatable bungee-run. You know the thing – two lanes of inflatable with a bungee jumping cord attached. Whoever was in the lane ran until the cord snapped them back, pulling them off their feet and them flying backwards down the bungee lane. I’d never seen one before, but there was a big crowd round this and we wondered why. A woman in a lovely dress was being harnessed up, and then allowed to start to run.

The straps really emphasised her tits, the straps pulling the fabric of her gown tight around them and as she ran, they swayed from side to side in a mesmerising way. Clearly, a bra under a gown wasn’t going to give enough support for running. Then, only a few seconds later, the cord snapped her off her feet, her top half being pulled backwards, her legs pivoting towards the open end of the lane, and her dress flailing open, her legs apart and we all, for about a second, had a lovely view of her naked cunt. It briefly looked beautiful before being snapped out of view. Melissa saw too and I knew what the glint in her eye was all about: I had the same idea.

The woman in the next lane started to run too, her tits swaying even more than the first. She put up more of a fight against the bungee, but she too was snapped back, and she too revealed her naked cunt to the crowd. You could see why the crowd was there to watch, as woman after woman did the same. The odd one went through with panties (which were also nice to see, in particular, the woman whose tiny panties were pulled tight between her lips, seemingly emphasising them), but predominantly, it was naked cunt after naked cunt. Melissa and I put our names down, just standing in the crowd taking our panties off. Melissa thought we should swap panties as a souvenir of the night (I still have them!) and then we set about watching swinging tits and naked cunts until our turn arrived.

Whilst I was waiting, I thought how pleased I was that I had taken the time to trim my pubes before we came. I wanted to be tidy in case Melissa ended up licking me out, but now, it meant that the crowd would also see a nice tidy Mira.

It was about half an hour and twenty cunts later that it was my turn. The harness really did emphasise my tits, pulling the gown tight against my body, and as I ran, the effect of the harness was to make the top half of my body swing from side to side, therefore exaggerating the swinging of my tits. All too soon, the cord snapped me back, my legs swinging forwards and naturally swinging apart, displaying my cunt for the adoring crowd, even if only for a second.

Over the next couple of hours, we did it another twice each, before deciding we couldn’t do that all night and that we needed to move on to something else.

We roamed the buildings looking in the various rooms at activities, joined in some of them for a bit, before we decided to sit in the rose garden doing proper frenzied tongues kissing and a fair bit of groping with our hands. I’d honestly have fucked her right there, but we thought better of it and thought we ought to find a room to fuck in instead.

We looked for a bit, finding lots of locked rooms and ones with non-sexual activities, but eventually we found a few odd people going into a room that wasn’t on the list of rooms with activities. We were hopeful as we poked our heads through the door. What we saw was a dozen couples engaged in various sexual activities, some men and women couples, some all men and some all women. The air in the room was full of the smell of orgasm and cum, so these occupants clearly weren’t the first.

There were seven women bent over tables, five of them had a cock in their cunts, the other two had a cock in their asses. I was somewhat mesmerised by the latter, as I knew of anal sex at this point, but had never seen it before, and certainly had never done it. They made it look so easy.

I heard a series of smacks, as one of the men had stopped penetrating his woman, had stepped back and was bringing his hand into sharp contact with her round wobbling ass, before plunging his cock into her cunt again. Her cunt stayed open when he withdrew and just took his cock right in there when he drove in.

One of the women started screaming as her body tensed up, shortly before her man stopped his motion and I could see the tell-tale sign of the muscles across his ass tensing, meaning he was filling her cunt with cum. They got up to leave soon afterwards, her adjusting her dress to make herself presentable. Now I could see her face, I realised that I had seen her do the bungee run already and knew she was pantyless, so she’d have a dripping cunt for the rest of the night now. Dreamy!

They were replaced by another couple, the woman bending over the table, the man lifting her skirt up over her head, pulling her panties aside and plunging his already fairly hard cock into her cunt in one slick movement. She must have been well lubricated already. Maybe he’d been playing with her cunt elsewhere, or maybe she was just that excited.

One of the other five couples were men, one bent over the table having his asshole reamed by the other. It was relentless. It was strong. It was a feast for the eyes, particularly for a fairly sheltered bi girl like I was.

The other four couples were women, and Melissa and I had every intention of being the next lesbian couple fucking there. But in the meantime, we could enjoy watching those already there, those already fucking, those already cumming, excited by the visuals, the smell, and the knowledge that we’d be next.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part Two)

10 November 2024 / KinkyMira

Kate kept up her relentless rhythm in Cowgirl, his cock almost leaving her cunt at every upstroke, it being totally buried with every downstroke. Those exercises she did at university certainly helped her leg strength and as Cowgirl was her favourite, it improved her longevity. She was surprised how well he was lasting; clearly, he was trying to delay cumming, but with her naked tits rubbing his naked chest on every up and down, and the fact they were in a forest where anyone could stumble on them, he was certainly excited enough. So was she, and in the heat of the moment, she forgot that the people that might stumble on them might know her parents. But she just had to have this fuck.

She was broken out of her daydream by the realisation that his cock was getting larger and harder, that sign she knew meant he was about to spray the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum. She focussed on her cunt, squeezing with every stroke, the extra tightness and extra rubbing meant that out of nowhere, she was getting near her orgasm too. He saw her facial expression change, to determination, and he knew what that meant. He had to hold on. But all too soon, he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, as her movements abruptly stopped. He pinned down her hips to keep her deeply impaled and she started crying out as she came, the extra pressure forcing him to cum too. She felt spray after spray come from his cock, as her own shudders from orgasm subsided. As their bodies both relaxed, she leant down to kiss him again, before suddenly remembering her surroundings and checking they were still alone. They were.

She stayed sitting on his lap and kissing him, as his cock started shrinking and slowly slipping from her messy cunt. She needed that. She needed more too, and she knew in all likelihood that he would provide. It was probably the longest they carried on kissing, with them both waiting for his cock to recover. After a while, it did, her naked tits and their frenetic tonguing doing its job. She could feel his slightly hardening cock nudging against the outer folds of her cunt, and she pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. He suggested she drape herself over the fallen tree, an idea that appealed as she wanted him to fuck her this time, not the other way round.

They got up and dusted the forest floor off their legs and then he draped his jacket over the tree for her to lie on. He had to admit she looked fucking sexy, her hair not quite perfect as it usually was, her tits up over her bra and poking out beyond her blouse, her skirt up and tucked into her waistband and her panties still pulled to one side, her cunt glistening in the sunlight. She bit her bottom lip at the sight of his cock springing upwards again, well aware of the effect her body was having on it.

She lined herself up in front of his jacket, and then bent at the waist, her stomach lying on the jacket covered tree, and her head slightly below her ass. He adjusted her legs to get her cunt to the right height, and then he teased her outer folds with his cock, still bouncing as it wasn’t quite at full hardness yet.

Her breathing was getting heavy as he lightly teased her cunt, then nudging it before her welcoming cunt swallowed his cock in one easy movement. Whilst he was fully buried, he put his hands under her hips and adjusted her legs just a little, and then he pushed her head down. She was holding it up before, but he clearly wanted her head well below her ass. He knew she would go a little lightheaded, but he knew that would make her orgasms more magical.

Once he was happy with her position, he started long slow methodical strokes, his cock slipping easily into and out of her slick cunt. She knew his second fuck would be a lot longer, and so she relaxed into it. At this point, it just felt nice to have his cock going in and out of her body, but as it got harder and as she was rubbed inside by it, whilst getting a little lightheaded, her cunt started to feel like it was building again. With her body totally relaxed, all the work was his to do, and he was settled in for the long haul.

Holding on to her hips and slamming his cock deep into her cunt, his rhythm was quite slow and purposeful. His cock wasn’t quite hard enough to be rubbing those parts of her cunt, but his relentless ploughing was quite dreamy. He sped up a little and his cock got harder as a result. Now it was rubbing the inside of her cunt, now it was starting to grow her orgasm.

He was nowhere near, so as she tensed up and started to shudder, he didn’t miss a stroke, didn’t slow down or pause. He just carried on with the same rhythm, which seems to extend the length of her orgasm, whilst simultaneously making her cunt feel that it was being ignored, its orgasm seeming to be totally irrelevant. It wasn’t of course, and he worked hard at both making her orgasm, and making it the longest and hardest that he could.

Almost as soon as the first orgasm had finished, she was building for another one. Her cunt was starting to get sensitive, which required her head to overrule her body. When she got sensitive, what she wanted more than anything was for him to stop, but she wasn’t going to stop him. She wanted more cock and much more cum.

Several times he accelerated his rhythm slightly, until once again, she started to cum, squeezing down on his cock. But he still wasn’t cumming (although her squeezing was making this more of a challenge) and once again, he ploughed on through her orgasm. Her clenching down on his cock was having an effect though, and he suddenly got fairly close to cumming. He knew he hadn’t got long left, so he focussed on the internal rubbing inside her cunt, and in no time at all, her final orgasm for the afternoon came, her clenching on his cock as she came made him have that final growth, him finally stopping that rhythm as he deposited his final lot of cum deep in her cunt.

They were both out of breath, and aware time was ticking on. Before she moved, he pulled her panties back over her messy cunt, and then helped her off the tree and helped her to put her tits away and then rearrange the rest of her clothes. He then lovingly preened her hair to get it back to her usual perfect self before they kissed (with some tongues) and then parted to return to their families.

They met another twice during that holiday, to similar effect, and then carried on fucking the following term at university, only stopping when Kate got herself a serious boyfriend. Still, they fucked over a hundred times during the six months they were fucking, and their families never did find out.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part One)

31 October 2024 / KinkyMira

To say that Kate made the most of my now husband’s cock is somewhat of an understatement. For a couple of months, she was barely off it, riding it as much as she could. There was her teenage years of celibacy to make up for, and she was going as quickly as she could. She loved sex. She loved sex with him.

It quickly became clear to Kate that she was safe. Safe from her family being told of her fuckings. Safe to spend time with him and to let herself get fucked over and over. Safe in the knowledge that everyone at university knew she was fucking him and nobody much cared; they were all trying to get fucked themselves.

But as the weeks went on, Kate started to wonder what sex with other people was like, and that was OK with him. They were never exclusive, and he wanted to fuck others too, and she was wearing him out. So, slowly, they reduced the amount of sex they were having. I mean, he was still fucking her at least once every three days (and did so right up until she got a serious boyfriend).

The thing she loved about their relationship was the dynamic of him just taking what he wanted. He’d brush a hand over her clothed ass or tease her hair with his fingers, and she was his. He would take her outside, bend her over a tree, pull her panties aside, push his hard cock into her cunt and just fuck. And she loved that: the raw emotionless fuck doll being used as he saw fit. She lost count of the number of times he didn’t say anything, instead just leading her to where he wanted and doing what he wanted.

And she was absolutely addicted to being bent over something and being finger fucked. He had this knack of using his fingers as a cone in her cunt and his thumb on her clit, fast almost brutal motions that made her shriek and yell as she came. And then he’d just leave her, exposed to the world, or if she was lucky, he’d do it again. Her body had no resistance to his fingers, just like it had no resistance to his cock.

They never made any pretence of being friends. They cared for each other and looked out for each other, but they really weren’t proper friends. They were just the friends you fuck, and that was perfect for them both.

She fucked quite a few other people, and always came back to him. He was the best. He’d make her cum longer, harder and quicker than anybody else. He knew exactly how to make her body do what he wanted. He knew every millimetre of her tits, cunt and ass, and had the ability to know what exactly she needed at any point in time. It was uncanny, like he had a bug in her brain. But all he did was read the signs her body gave. Debbie and Val had taught him that, and he had practised relentlessly on Rebecca.

The stories of her fucking didn’t make it back to her family from university. She had a much bigger problem than that. Because having spent a term surrounded by all the cock she could possibly need, she went home for Christmas, with the sudden realisation that cock would be non-existent for a month. Well, almost. Because her brother’s friend, her cock of choice, the one who took her virginity, lived just around the corner. But they were both staying at their respective parents, with not much chance of being able to escape. Kate wasn’t having that. She wasn’t having her favourite cock so close and not getting fucked. She started to plot. She wasn’t sure how exactly, but she had to have that cock.

The two respective families met one day walking down the street. Kate didn’t say a lot. One sentence in fact, but that included their trigger word. The word either of them put in conversations when they wanted a fuck. My now husband heard it, and in a seemingly unrelated comment later in the discussion, he mentioned being in the local forest later in the afternoon.

He regretted not being more specific. He had forgotten how large the forest was, so he took a strategic decision to hang around at the edge, hoping she would approach from the direction he assumed she would. It was 90 minutes before she showed up, all apologetic about not being able to get away sooner. They were too visible at the edge of the forest to even kiss, so they went inside, following the paths at first, but when they were a couple of minutes in, they deviated from the path into the trees.

They stopped by a fallen tree and assessed their spot. They certainly couldn’t see any houses and they thought they weren’t visible from path too. He asked her if she had ever fancied being fucked over a fallen tree and she coyly said yes, before throwing her arms round his neck and tongue kissing him very passionately.

She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and took his cock out. She noted he wasn’t wearing underwear. That should make things easier. She gently kissed the end of his cock, before looking up at him. Whilst he was smiling down at her, she realised he’d want her tits out before she started the inevitable blow job. She quickly checked round again, then unbuttoned her blouse. She then fished each tit out of the bra cup, pulling it up to sit on top of the bra. Crude but effective. She saw his smile widen, as she leant back in towards his cock, opening her lips slightly and pushing right down his shaft, her teeth gently running down the length of his cock. It had an immediate effect, and whilst holding her fingers round the base of his cock, she began the head bob, taking his full length into her mouth and then out again, a fairly sloppy blow job, yet her lips were tight round his cock with every stroke.

But she didn’t want to swallow his cum this time. There was only one place that was going. She knew he would cum quickly from her expert mouth work, but she was banking on a second go with another load of cum. When she decided he was hard enough, she sat him down on the carpet of leaves, and crouched over him, pulling her panties aside and lowering her cunt to be tantalisingly close to his cock, before carrying on in a lovely slow controlled way, his hard cock slipping straight into her very slick cunt. She so needed this.

With his cock fully inside her, she adjusted her legs, pulled up his top to allow her tits to touch his chest and then put her arms round his neck and started tonguing him again. Whilst still kissing, she began very gently rocking up and down, the slight movements just enough to keep his cock at attention. As she stopped kissing him, her up and down movements got slightly larger as she told him she desperately needed this, before accelerating her movements to almost making his cock leave her cunt at every rise. She loved Cowgirl because she was in control and making his cock run the full length of her cunt with every stroke was doing it for both of them. She knew his first load of cum was close, and she couldn’t wait.

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