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I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part Two)

12 January 2023 / KinkyMira

My constant horniness and my drive for orgasms brought on by his cock had turned me into a bit of needy sex slut in those first few weeks of our relationship. Luckily, my husband never tired of fucking, and the more I had, the more I wanted, especially outside the bed, which was a world I was really only starting to appreciate at this point.

One evening a few weeks into our relationship whilst we were cuddling on the sofa after a bent over the sofa arm fuck, he asked whether I had been fucked in every room in the house. (It was my place from before we got together). I admitted I hadn’t, and he said he thought we needed to put that right. I would have never been interested in such an idea before (I was more of a comfort kind of girl back then), and yet I found that I really wanted to do it.

So, during the course of the first few months, we did fuck in every room, firstly fairly randomly, latterly with a little more purpose to fill in the gaps. Then, I suggested we go round again this time doing anal (as we were fairly well practised by then) and during the second year, we added pegging too, as by then he was well used to being pegged and I was enjoying training his ass to take larger dildos.

During that time, the lounge was the most fucked in room; that sofa was thoroughly misused, with various sitting positions, being bent over the arms or seats and kneeling on the seat leaning on the back of the sofa to allow him access from behind. We could also almost lie out flat across the sofa, so he could give me anal and cuddle down behind me whilst he was doing it.

An early favourite location was at the bottom of the stairs; I stood one step up and bent at the waist and lay my lower arms flat on a stair. The effect was to make my ass the highest part of me and to really open out my cunt for viewing. I got excited, even then, by the exposure and the vulnerability. He still loves this position and a step lower for my feet works well for anal too. The rawness of this position really emboldened us to find interesting ways to fuck, not just on a rug on the floor in a given room.

And some rooms weren’t easy to fuck in. In the (really quite small) bathroom, we found a small piece of wall where Lazy Man was a viable position. We also found we could do Reverse Cowgirl with me sitting on him sitting on the toilet – a much repeated favourite.

The second bedroom was so full of stuff that standing up was the only option, and it was my first experience of being fucked up against a wall. It was also my first experience of my legs giving way after an orgasm and ending up being wedged up against the wall hanging on a cock. This position is even better in anal, as me being pressed against a hard surface means he gets real drive and power.

The final place inside that house that we ticked off was the kitchen. I know it is rather unhygienic to fuck in the kitchen, and I took a lot of persuasion to do it, but I enjoyed this enormously. Our favourite was bent over the sink, and I got fucked this way every couple of weeks. We also fucked against the washing machine, bent over the cooker (when it wasn’t on, of course), bent over the work surface, and on the floor. Anal in particular is unhygienic, so he really enjoyed nailing my ass in the kitchen. There is something incredibly dirty about being anally fucked in a kitchen, followed by cooking a meal in there shortly afterwards. I know it is wrong, but I just love it.

He initiated the idea of fucking in every room in that house, and that just morphed into something bigger. We’ve fucked in every bed we’ve ever slept in, every car we’ve had, every room we’ve stayed in and every room in every house we’ve lived in.

But there were two more places on that first property he had suggested, and it did take me a while to dare to try. We had a back garden and a shed, and he thought we should fuck in them. (There was no front garden – the door opened straight onto the street). I hadn’t fucked outside since university, and the garden was rather overlooked, so it would be a risky business. The breakthrough came one weekend when we’d been clearing out the shed. I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind (and we were on the verge of moving out, and my mind had come to the conclusion that I would regret not fucking in those two places, so I decided not to put panties on and when the shed was mostly clear, I bent over the workbench, slipped my skirt up over my ass cheeks and he got the message. The shed window had a net curtain, and I was facing the window, and given there was no light in the shed, I doubt anyone could see us, but it felt quite risky anyway. Over the course of the next week, we did anal and pegging in there too.

So, there was outside left. We had a gazebo with sides in the garden, so we fucked in there first. This was quite difficult, as it is hard for me to stay quiet when fucking, but we seemed to get away with it, by fucking late at night (as it was the summer). We did all three types in there, and cunt quite a lot more.

We finally began fucking outside properly when we got back home one night about 3am. I wanted a fuck and when we looked outside, it was pretty black. So, we stripped off and he fucked me in the middle of the lawn. It was amazing feeling the wind blowing over me. We only had two weeks before we moved house, so we did a couple more 3am encounters to do the anal and pegging, and our task was complete. In later times, we realised this was our first real sexual challenge, and I’m glad we did complete it. Each time we move, one of the first things he does in our new kitchen was to put a table on the wall with tick boxes for this challenge.

Since then, we’ve fucked in every shed, every garage (both inside and outside the car) and every garden (including front ones and communal ones). We’ve even fucked on the communal stairs and private balconies in the block of flats we’ve lived in and we’ve fucked a number of times late at night in our storage units.

We’ve never missed an opportunity, and the weight of all that history makes us determined to not miss one in the future.

And all that weight of history, all those amazing memories of fucks, all those taboo places and acts ticked off just make me want to wank myself silly. No wonder I’m always horny. Sometimes, even a good hard orgasm from my fingers isn’t enough to douse the horniness for long, and I have to go again and again, until my fingers can take no more. This has the feeling of being one of those times.

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part One)

3 January 2023 / KinkyMira

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee, even for me. I don’t know what is going on with my body today. I’m just ridiculously horny.

To be fair, I’ve been drafting blog posts all day, and I always end up horny, but writing these blogs is a careful balancing act. If I act on my horniness (i.e., if I cum), I lose interest and the ability to write sexy stuff. If I’m not the slightest bit horny at the start, I just can’t write sexy stuff at all, and I can’t force it: it just turns out boring and a turn off.

So, my struggle, loyal blog reader, is to stay horny whenever I’m writing and to only act on my horniness once I’ve finished for a writing session. That’s easier said than done, when you spend hour upon hour reading about and reminiscing about how your cunt was filled, or how your ass was filled or spanked, or how you got to lick a delicious juicy cunt. And the more frustrated I get (by not allowing myself to cum), the more filthily descriptive I get too. I put myself through this torture just for you all, which is why I’m always very pleased to find out that people wank to my posts. I want to be doing it, so I’m glad you lot are!

And getting to a hundred blog posts has brought about a bit of a checkpoint in my sex life, a bit of musing really, about me, how I’ve changed, how my sex life has changed and what this blog is doing for me.

I mean, I’m a totally different sexual beast than I was a nearly eleven years ago, when I first got with my now husband. I was very much an “in bed” girl at that point. I’d fucked a few women at university, but I’d decided to commit to my men of the time and tried to give women up (although there was the odd one who sneaked through). I also ended up not doing any sexual experimentation and turned very vanilla, really because the men in question were. None of them made me orgasm often from their cocks, and I genuinely thought it was me, that I was one of those women who had trouble cumming from penetration alone.

Indeed, the first time, my husband’s cock didn’t make me cum, although that was most probably him being out of practice at staying erect and therefore not fucking me for long enough to allow me to cum. But it felt so good to have him cumming inside me that I didn’t care. And I didn’t expect anything, so I was very happy.

I still remember how smug he was when he made me cum that first time. I’d told him I didn’t cum from penetration (to allow him to enjoy sex without focussing on something I thought wouldn’t happen). So, when his cock was rubbing on the top of inside of my cunt right behind my clit, and I told him how good it felt, he focussed on that one body movement. I think he sensed it. These days, I’d tell him to be careful and he’d slow down to prolong our fuck, but on that day, I just needed for once to cum by a cock, I was desperate to cum by penetration alone. But even then, I couldn’t resist trying to hang on, trying to delay what I then realised was the inevitable. But the tip of his cock rubbing was sooooo goooood that I didn’t stand a chance, and when I did cum, I gripped onto his body, cried out and shuddered in a way I never really had before, his continued rhythmic thrusting just prolonging my body-wide convulsions.

He did look smug, indeed, as he kissed me again, he told me I’d need to get used to cumming hard, because it was quite easy to make happen. I told him to not make a big deal of it, but secretly, I knew it was a big deal and that my sex life had just got a load better, and indeed, it is very infrequently that we fuck, and I don’t cum.

But going back to the beginning, and the night my now-husband first kissed me he could have fucked me if he wanted. Proper snogging with tongues, playing with my covered tits and deciding we should be an item seemed enough for him though.

During these early days of our relationship, long before we got kinky, we were very tentative, as I didn’t want to scare him off. I first got my tits out for him, and he first sucked on my nipples the third day we were together. He popped in several times on that third day, and each time, I got more brazen in thrusting my naked tits at him. He first fucked my cunt on our fifth evening (and as I have had a coil since well before this, we have always been bareback). My blouse was undone, and my bra was off, my tits proudly out in all their glory, and my skirt was pulled up around my waist (and I was pantyless from before he had arrived). I was playing with his cock and then rubbing my exposed crotch against him in Cowgirl, and he slipped in; I made him grow with a combination of my cunt muscles and having my naked tits in his face, and I made him cum inside me for the first time of many. How long had I waited for that, and how good did it feel? But a partially unclothed fuck set the scene and even to this day, I’m rarely totally naked for a fuck, not because I want to hide my body, but because partially clothed seems a whole lot sluttier.

We split our early fucking between the bed and the sofa although the sofa was definitely seeing more of the action. The second time I had his cock in my cunt, we were on the sofa, his cock was getting quite hard, and I just clambered up, pulled my panties aside and climbed on. Something like that was pretty unusual for me, but I couldn’t resist. The fourth time we fucked was in Reverse Cowgirl on the sofa, and that was quite a thing for me, as my ass was a little larger than on my photo and was still a little conscious of it. So, to put my ass as the main thing he could see was quite a thing. I remember him cumming pretty quickly, so he clearly liked what he saw.

Over the first few weeks, we fucked on the sofa more than in the bed, that poor sofa getting quite a hammering. (In fact, a few years later, we fucked it to death, one by one the springs going as we fucked on it. It gave its life for my orgasms, and for that, I am eternally grateful).

Little did I know when I got with my husband just how much of his sex life before me had been out of the bedroom. For many years, he was a big fan of ass up head down type positions and having a woman bent over stuff. The bulk of his sex life was friends with benefits type arrangements, and often, that was opportunistic not in bed type scenarios.

So, us fucking on the sofa gave him the impression that I was used to doing this, and he just carried on in the same vein. I was so turned on by the naughtiness of fucking outside the bed that I got carried away, my horniness levels were high and consistently so, and this only drove my requirement for some hard fucks.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

17 June 2022 / KinkyMira

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part One)

6 June 2022 / KinkyMira

Victoria has always worked in a male dominated industry and was good at her job, and yet around nine years ago (when she was about 23), she was passed over for promotion several times. Despite receiving feedback, she was never sure why, and just got more and more frustrated over time.

One night, in her head, she was screaming “Who do I have to fuck to get promoted?” Desperation really, but over the course of the night, she rationalised that it was a good idea. She liked sex, she was pretty used to mediocre sex, and who knows, the boss she chose to fuck might actually be a good lay.

She had already worked out the power of her body, but she had never given thought to actively using that power. In fact, it disgusted her really: the whole thought was totally the opposite of her personal moral code.

But over the following weeks, several things happened that convinced her she needed to put aside her revulsion and start fucking her way to the top. None of her rivals for promotion were playing fair, so she decided it was time to use what she had.

It was strange that once she’d taken the decision, she felt a new calm. Finally, she was doing something about it. But who to fuck? Her current supervisor was a sleaze (and probably the reason she wasn’t promoted), so she definitely wasn’t fucking him. She went up the command chain, ruling each one out until she got to the managing director of the company. He seemed like a decent guy, and he had clearly taken a shine to her on the odd occasion they had come into contact. And there was the added bonus that he had other sites to look after, so he wouldn’t be there every day.

An opportunity emerged a few weeks later when the company was looking for volunteers to man a stand at a trade show. She knew he’d be there for quite a bit, so this was her chance. She was a bit disappointed though, as despite flirting relentlessly with him, he showed no flicker of interest. On the final evening in the bar, she virtually threw herself at him (she described it as she had the dignity of a baby giraffe), and still nothing. She was resigned for her plan not working, and had started thinking about a plan B.

But then, a few days later, out of the blue, she received an email from him saying he wanted to take her out to dinner to thank her for the hard work she put in on the stand. She was all excited but realised the email might not just be an excuse to get together but might actually be being truthful about the reason. She needed to stay calm and see where it went.

She put on her tightest figure-hugging dress and the best bra for it, which happened to create a really good deep cleavage, and paired it with the tiniest sexiest thong panties she owned. She popped a toothbrush in her clutch bag (a sign of intent if ever there was one), and she prepared herself for a night of hot sex, or a night of disappointment.

The first hour or so was business like, without a flicker of interest, and she had resigned herself to it just being a nice gesture. At one point in the conversation, he spoke about the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with not being in charge, which is why he loves running a business. She didn’t realise the significance of that comment until a little later.

The turning point was whilst waiting for their dessert order to arrive. She decided that she needed to powder her nose (in a very English lady kind of way), and after she excused herself, as she got up, he said in a very matter of fact way that he didn’t think she’d need to be wearing panties when she came back. It was such an out of the blue comment that she just found herself nod once as if in confirmation, and she turned to go to the ladies.

Now she was getting excited. If he wanted her without panties, he’d get her without panties. She wasn’t blowing this now. She felt a tingle in her cunt, giving her feelings she didn’t often experience – that of an aching desire to be filled with cock. This was more than about promotion now; this was about her getting a good fuck.

She was both nervous and exhilarated as she rammed her tiny panties into her clutch bag. She kept reminding herself not to jump him, and to act suave and sophisticated. It was the not knowing that made this delicious. As she left the ladies, she was trying to channel high class escort rather than cock hungry slut.

She walked back to the table and sat down opposite him. He said something she couldn’t remember and she just opened her clutch bag and showed him the contents. He lifted them up a little with a couple of fingers, smiled and said how much better that was.

And then the desserts turned up. She had to pretend to give a shit about a slice of cheesecake whilst the small talk returned. Once they had finished, he asked her if she wanted a nightcap back at his hotel. (No, she wanted a fuck, but a nightcap might get her there). It was all business on the journey back, through reception and right into the suite. It was massive and had a private balcony overlooking the city skyline all lit up.

She went out on to the balcony and looked at the view. She got a little lost in the view and didn’t really register him behind her. She felt his hand in the small of her back, bending her over the balcony rail. She looked over and registered him, realising his eyes were filled with lust. She smiled at him and turned back to face the view, as he lifted up her skirt and pushed his hard cock into her cunt in a single slow deliberate movement.

Neither of them said a word as he started sliding his cock in and out, getting more and more frantic as he slammed his cock into her. She knew she wasn’t about to cum, so she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock with everything she had. It was clearly too much for him, as soon he got even harder and then she felt him spewing cum deep into her cunt.

When he was done, he pulled out and she started to move, to which he told her she hadn’t been given permission to move yet. She settled back down, cummy cunt on display towards him into the room. She sneaked a look over her shoulder and he wasn’t wearing anything below the waist and was walking round with his cock hanging out without a care in the world.

She waited with the cool air circulating round her cunt until she heard him behind her. He told her that if she wanted him to fuck her again, she needed to pass a little test. She was a little nervous but determined. After all, this was what she had planned – using her body to get ahead.

Two Over The Pool Table

28 May 2022 / KinkyMira

It was five days after my now husband received his first blow jobs from his good university friends Debbie and Val, and he was disappointed that nothing else had happened in those five days, even though both of them had been into his room at some point during those days (as they often were). He tried to drop hints separately with each of them, but he saw no evidence that the hints were getting through. Just goes to show how rubbish he was with hints.

Their actions had lit a fire under his libido, and he was desperate for sex. He was at the point where he had started contemplating fucking other people he knew at university, but he really wanted to fuck each of them and hadn’t given up on the idea.

It was Saturday night, and instead of being out enjoying themselves, they had been working. They had a nightmare assignment due in on the Monday and they were throwing everything at it, and it was after midnight before any of them noticed. They all popped out for quick takeaway burgers (as everywhere for food on campus was closed) and got back to campus at about 2am. They had missed the bar as well and when they went into the Junior Common Room, there was nobody there. The girls were discussing what to do with themselves, as their brains were still buzzing with work, meaning that none of them would be able to sleep.

Whilst they were thinking about music or games, what popped into his mind was a delightful idea. There was this pool table, and the various discolourations of the baize gave away that more was done regularly on this table than just playing pool, and there it was ready to have someone bent over it to be fucked. He imagined them side by side, facing away from him across the table with their skirts up over their waists, their panties round an ankle and their legs spread wide, their asses proudly pointing upwards and their cunts poking out from between their legs at perfect height for his cock. They seemed happy to both be present for his blow jobs, so why not this? The thought was mesmerising.

He snapped out of his daze as he heard his name being called. They asked him what he was thinking about, and he just said that he had worked out something they could do, and he described in detail the position he wanted them to assume.

Val, who was the more daring of the two and who immediately realised what might happen, was straight onto the table, skirt flipped up, telling him to arrange her as he wanted. He went up behind her, pulled her panties down and off one foot, then moved her feet apart and pushed on her back to push her into the table. Perfect.

He looked at Debbie, who was seemingly concerned about them being interrupted. But she came to the table as Val pointed out that orgasms would help them to calm down, and that they had watched several lots fuck over the pool table and none of their reputations was damaged at all by the incident: in fact, the reputations were somewhat enhanced. So, if they were seen, no harm would likely come of it.

Debbie was clearly thinking it through, but soon took her place next to Val, bending over and flipping her skirt up. Val grabbed her hand and squeezed it whilst smiling at her, as if to reassure Debbie she was doing the right thing. He arranged Debbie in the same way, then stepped back a few steps to admire the wonderful view.

The women heard a chair move and realised that he had sat down to take his time taking in these two wonderful women on display.

Debbie asked him what his plans were, but he hadn’t got that far. He wanted to fuck both of them, so sat contemplating whilst he watched and admired their bent over bodies, their cunt flaps gently quivering as they breathed. His cock was hardening without manual intervention, as a particularly mean game popped into his head.

The girls realised that it was mean as he outlined it. One timed minute of him fucking one cunt, before withdrawing and fucking the other for one timed minute, and backwards and forwards until he came. One of them would get to feel his cum flowing into their cunt, the other would not. And even worse, the girls would get nowhere near orgasm, as any momentum built up in their minute would be lost in the next minute.

Both women complained at the selfishness of his plan, but there was a method in his madness. By switching between cunts, he could cover for his comparative lack of experience (at this point, he had only fucked Anya, and he didn’t want to show himself lacking in front of these two gorgeous friends he wanted to fuck).

But with their cunts exposed as they were, making them feel horny, it was only a matter of time before they caved, agreeing to let him play his evil game. They only agreed to do it if he agreed to scoop some of his cum from the winner’s cunt and put it in the loser’s, followed by finger fucking each of them to multiple orgasms.

He agreed and quite quickly, they felt his glans rubbing against their slightly open cunts (open by virtue of their legs being a good way apart). That was it. Any thoughts of doubt had gone as they felt his glans repeatedly applied to the outer folds of their cunts.

As he was doing it, he spun a coin on the baize and asked Val to choose heads or tails. Val called heads, and it was tails, meaning his glans gently pushed its way into Debbie’s folds first. Debbie loved the feeling of a cock nudging its way into her, gently taking its rightful place filling her cunt with throbbing muscle. But all too soon for Debbie, Val called a minute was up and, in an instant, her cunt was empty, and quite wet in the gentle breeze from the air conditioning.

He was a little swifter impaling Val, as he realised that her cunt would be more than ready. In amongst the empty feeling from her cunt, Debbie remembered she needed to time the minute, as he upped the pace with Val just a little. The minute seemed to really drag for Debbie (and particularly her empty cunt), but it raced by for Val, who had the first tinglings of an orgasm, just as Debbie called time and he extracted his cock, transferring it back to Debbie. Frustrating wasn’t the word.

Even the small break caused by him taking his cock out of one cunt and putting it into another was causing him to last a long time too. At one point, Val seriously thought about stopping the game, but she didn’t want to be the one to stop it, and anyway, he’d promised to finger fuck them later, so she stuck with it. She wasn’t the most patient of sorts, and she didn’t really like edging, and this was a massive ball of edge. Debbie however didn’t mind a nice edging session. She loved a nice slow build up: it was what made her legs go weak after an orgasm. She’d take this all day.

Both girls could feel his cock getting harder, both knew he was nearer to cumming, and both had decisions to make. They each wanted him to cum in their cunt, so had to decide whether to try to speed up his orgasm by squeezing his cock whilst he was inside them, or to just let him be and only resort to that if he is literally seconds from blowing. Debbie took the latter course, Val the former (impatience again), and unluckily for Val, her squeezing got him really hard and about to blow just as Debbie called time. Val cried out in frustration as he removed his cock from her cunt and forcefully impaled Debbie, fucking her hard as she clenched at his cock, forcing him to fire his cum into her in under half a minute.

Whilst he was still throbbing in Debbie’s cunt, he started working on Val’s with his fingers. He didn’t want to really piss her off, so very quickly brought her to an initial orgasm. She relaxed a little, as he scooped some cum out of Debbie’s cunt and pushed it into Val’s, before starting another slightly rougher finger fuck to give Val another three orgasms. His fingers then left a contented Val and gave Debbie four orgasms of her own.

Whilst he bent each of them over the pool table separately to fuck several times during the two years they were all there, they never repeated this. He did wonder if Val would back away from him, but she didn’t and she fucked him very frequently. But Debbie seemed to get confidence from this and came out of her shell a little. After all, she was the one who had made him cum, and that made her feel great.

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