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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.

His Fantasy, But A Cameo For The Girls (Part Two)

My husband knew his place. He wasn’t the focus of our all-girl orgasm party – he was merely there to provide a service, and he realised that he would be swallowing piss on and off all night. The secrecy and intrigue of him not knowing who the women were or what they were doing was a delightful twist, and as well as drinking the women’s piss, he had just had his cock emptied of cum after a prolonged cowgirl fuck, his softening cock sliding quickly out of her slick cunt as she got off him, whilst yet another woman drained her bladder.

And then all of a sudden, he was left on his own. Someone went back after a while and gave him a little of his favourite fizzy beverage to rinse his mouth out, but he didn’t know how long he was left for, whilst us women were enjoying ourselves with various orgasm related activities, and even sharing his cum load directly from the cunt involved.

Whilst we weren’t specifically loading our bladders up, a decent amount of carbonated fluid did give us more fullish bladders to empty, so after a decent amount of time, the women started trickling back to their human toilet to empty their refilled bladders, this time mostly in pairs (as women always seem to do!), and this time he could taste the cunt juices on each woman before they started pissing. That was tantalising him.

Whilst he was alone, he had started to process what had happened, and he began working out whose cunts he had tasted and smelled. I knew he would. He had bragged before of how he would be able to recognise any of the cunts he had eaten during his sexual career, and I think he realised I was about to test him on that. The cunt juices helped him to become more certain of his deductions and more confused about the ones he didn’t know. At this point, he was certain of four cunts and had ideas about some others, but there was the one he had no idea about.

There was one part of this exercise that I hadn’t really thought through, and that was his bladder, which by now was full to bursting, and of course him being tied down meant he couldn’t grab at it or move to ease his discomfort. One of the earlier women from the second round said she had noticed his rock-hard bladder and had decided he needed emptying to create more room. In his aroused state, pissing would be difficult, but she just sat on his chest and pressed down hard on his bladder firmly and repeatedly until he could resist no more and she forced a spurt of piss out of his cock. A flow followed, the piss going all over the bed and his body, seeping in between his skin and the latex. I was so glad I put the protective covers on the bed, and the moistness being close to his skin made his predicament even more uncomfortable, and he thought he’d be in that damp discomfort for a while yet.

Occasional pissing by the women carried on for a while, his mouth still eagerly hoovering up the piss despite the amount he had already consumed, and how his poor neck must have ached.

One of our number had already laid claim to his second load of cum, so at some point a little later in the evening, she decided it was time to collect and so she called us all in to take part in his milking. She placed his limp cock up against his damp body and start rubbing the underside of it with her hand right from his balls right up to the tip. They were quite rough with his cock really, rubbing it with some downwards force, pushing it into his belly. That vigorous rubbing brought it back to life and it started to get hard, grow and lift off his belly.

When it was upright, the rubbing with a hand stopped and he felt a cunt slide over it for a couple of minutes of fucking, before the cunt was removed and replaced with another one, and another and another; a sort of cunt relay with two minute legs. He realised that they weren’t about to stop until his cock had explode uncontrollably for a second time, and he amused himself by playing cunt roulette with them, trying his best to hold back his cum until he no longer could. Mind over matter, trying to keep control of his cock whilst his mouth was being filled with piss again. Several times he felt his cock have that final growth and hardening spurt that immediately proceeds an orgasm, but on every occasion, having felt it themselves, they immediately withdrew their cunt, delaying his orgasm a while and giving another cunt a chance to ride. And then, one time, the cunt didn’t withdraw at his final growth, instead bedding down to a fast rhythm of squeezing at his hard cock. A few seconds later, having held off for as long as he could, his cock finally and repeatedly spewed his cum into the moist cunt enveloping it, and we again licked his cum out of the cunt involved, sharing it between all the women. He mused if it was the same cunt or a different one. He’ll find out soon enough.

With his cock drained twice and his mouth still tasting of piss, his ordeal was nearly over. Us women were mostly orgasmed out, and so as it was late, we decided to close the party and drift away. I only released him once everyone had gone.

What I need to do now is the part my husband has been waiting for. Who were the women? What was particularly mean was there was one cunt that he didn’t recognise; in fact, he was sure he’d never tasted it before and now of course, he knows he was right. But he still doesn’t know who it was. Of course, he also had no idea which cunts he came in either time.

And so, to the naming. He got a number of participants, me and Victoria obviously, Laura, Paula and Sara. He also correctly worked out two cunts from over a decade ago: Anne (his best friend’s little sister, whose virginity he took) and Debs (a former FWB from work, who he fucked for a good number of years). He also correctly worked out there was a new woman in the mix, and that was the woman who specifically wanted him to cum in her cunt, and whose cunt he came in both times that night. That woman was Kat, a friend of ours who is a totally filthy slut, but until recently, was in a lesbian monogamous relationship, so the most she got to do was flirt.

Kat first came to his attention at a friend’s birthday party, when she leant in through a window, and my husband and another man who were sitting at a table outside got a completely unobscured and unapologetic view up her tiny but floaty skirt of her totally smooth hairless cunt and the bottom of her ass, unhindered by panties. She stayed in position for quite a few minutes (holding a conversation inside as the two men looked), and when she did eventually move, she just smiled sweetly and moved on. She was wearing a headband with little black cat ears that day, and in fact, she gave them to me a few years later for incorporating into a sex costume I was making.

But she was absolutely doing the window display deliberately. A girl after my own heart. A simple love of display and some willing and friendly folks to display to. Certainly, neither of the men have forgotten the incident, and Kat is really smug about that.

My husband dreamed of going up behind her when she was bent through the window and just fucking her in front of everyone. This wasn’t quite the same, but after all these years, he did get to be fucked by her in front of 7 lusty hyped up women. Another cunt to add to the list and Kat has said she’ll be round for a proper hard fuck where he isn’t immobilised soon. Even more interesting, each woman also had her cunt over his erect cock for a two minute session (some doubling up), but Kat was the only one he came in, totally by design.

So now my husband knows. I expect he’ll be over the moon, especially with Kat, and getting Debs and Anne involved again. For Anne, it was her first ever lesbian experiences (and given the enthusiasm of her tongue and her keenness to be worked on by the other women, it won’t be her last). All amazing women, and without exception, every single one loved the human toilet situation. As did my husband, and as if having your mouth pissed in by multiple women isn’t degrading enough to then have your own bladder emptied all over you is even more degrading.

I know my husband wants to do the human toilet thing again: he’s still obsessed with the position. I dread to think how much piss he drank, but without exception, all the women absolutely loved the dynamics of the situation. His neck ached the following day, but one of his last remaining unfulfilled fantasies was ticked off the list.

His Fantasy, But A Cameo For The Girls (Part One)

I tugged at the underbed restraints holding my husband’s arms in place, checking they were tight and didn’t give him any chance to move. I pulled at the buckles on the spreader bar holding his feet about half a metre apart, and then at the rope work that pinned the spreader bar to the headboard: that too was tight. I wasn’t that experienced with rope work, so I was pleased with my efforts.

It didn’t look a comfortable position for him, being tied to the bed face up, with his head hanging over the bottom of the bed and his spreader bar restrained feet tied to the headboard. I think the head hanging over the edge gave him a good idea what was likely to happen to him; I was about to fulfil a long-held fantasy of his, with a position and act he saw described somewhere years before he met me.

He had no idea I had been planning this, and I decided that fulfilling his fantasy would be his cameo at our all-girls orgasm party to celebrate the centenary post on this blog. I knew this was a particularly kinky scenario he longed for and I knew it would make a very kinky blog post. I decided to add the rope work and the spreader bar, and added a fantasy of mine into the mix, as I bought him an all-over latex suit, covering his whole body, apart from his mouth and nostrils, and a strip from his cock round to the top of his ass crack. Everything else was covered in latex. Before he loaded himself into the suit, I had him put earplugs in, so he couldn’t see or hear anything, but he could smell and taste.

After his arms were locked in place, but before his legs, I inserted his inflatable butt plug, which I inflated until he moaned, and then with him immobilised, I inflated the butt plug more as I saw fit, a couple of pumps at a time, until it was clearly causing him a lot of discomfort. However, his cock was stirring without any input from anyone, despite the large ass invasion (which would often hamper an erection), so he was definitely getting excited.

I knew it would be mind-blowing for him and he had no idea what the rest of us would get up to. All he knew was that he was the only man at the otherwise all-girl party and that he was to be used by the guests, rather than being a guest himself. Once he had been tied down, he had no rights and what happened to him was totally in our control.

So, after checking the restraints, I gave the bulb on the inflatable butt plug a couple more pumps. He moaned again, but otherwise didn’t say anything. He knew his place.

I left him as the guests started to arrive. Seven women all aware of exactly what I had planned, and all primed and ready to go. They all knew he was an important bit part player in the evening, but they were all primed to use him first. Eight women, including me, all at various stages of discomfort because of our full bladders. They knew he was to be our toilet for the evening, and they knew how he was to be used. So did he; the head position told him everything he needed to know.

I was concerned some of the women might not be keen to do this, that they might get stage fright and be unable to piss, or that they would not want their first action in front of the other women to be pissing. I need not have worried. Most of them seemed to have pissed in front of other women before, often rather a lot. There were, it seems, too many late night outdoor squatting sessions in their collective histories. My mind at ease, I could sit back and enjoy what was about to unfold, a wonderful display of womanhood shared between people with a single common link.

And soon it was time. We all gathered in the bedroom as the first woman assumed the position, feet slightly apart, knees bent, ass sticking out with his head a few inches under her ass. She pulled his head up between her legs, planting his face unceremoniously against her cunt and she started pissing in his mouth with no delay, no warning, just head up and the flow began. Luckily, he knew what was coming, so he knew what he had to do. She had been doing the thigh squeezing as soon as she arrived, and during the half hour waiting for all the guests to arrive, she had progressed to the bending over cunt grabbing stage and was clearly the guest most in need of relief.

She knew the score and fought to keep her flow to a speed he could swallow, somebody else talking the new women through the mechanics, all with a background soundtrack of him gulping for all he was worth. The speed of her starting to piss once his mouth was in place surprised him, the fierceness of her early piss stream did not. Her moderating her flow meant that he was able to keep up swallowing her piss, and eventually, the flow subsided and after a few spurts as she squeezed out the last drops, he started licking her dry.

And when she was happy with how dry she was, she just lowered his head and let go of it and moved away. Clearly the act excited all the women present, and our first pisser was almost immediately replaced by another women, who had been made more desperate hearing the piss spurting from the first woman. Several of the other women were rubbing their cunts, either to try to stem the force of their own collected piss, or to wank a little at their excitement at the visual and audible feast they were part of.

The second crotch grabbing thigh squeezer took position and pulled his head in place, making sure her cunt was planted over his mouth. Her piss was not immediately forthcoming, most likely because she hasn’t done anything like this before. He flicked his tongue round her cunt, noticing how she was already sexually excited, and he kept flicking in tongue round until he tasted the first drop of her piss. Then he locked on, whilst the dribble turned into a flood and he was back to full speed gulping. She was at risk of flooding his mouth, but he was just about able to keep up, although he was relieved when the flood started abating again, and after her last squeeze, he licked her clean and dry.

She lifted her cunt off his face and moved away, giving him a chance to have some good gulps of air. But mere moments later, he realised another woman had taken up the position and was lifting his face up to their cunt. As he stuck his tongue out to find her cunt and locate her pisshole, he realised he was in for a long night. Some cameo.

He was bracing for another flood of warm tangy piss, as he realised what he was in for now; woman after woman draining her bladder into his mouth in his dream position. He didn’t know how many women were there (and that was particularly mean of me), but he had said he wanted to live out the fantasy, not believing I’d find enough women willing to take part. He should know me by now.

Whilst the third use as a toilet was going on, one of the other women noticed his cock, which by this point was fairly erect. A mouth was quickly put over his cock, slowly sucking on it whilst the pissing was still going on at the other end. Over the course of the next ten minutes, several women sucked and licked at his cock, whilst several further women carried on pissing into his mouth.

All the sucking and licking at his cock was getting him ready to explode, as at his mouth, yet another cunt with a full bladder replaced an already drained one.

Finally, the mouths left his cock and he felt the unmistakable feeling of a warm moist cunt slide down onto it, starting a slow rhythmic fuck in what he thought was reverse cowgirl. What he didn’t know was that one woman had particularly asked to ride his cock, as she wanted a load of cum inside her cunt, and because she hadn’t really had the chance before.

The cowgirl slowly increased the pace as yet more piss flowed into his mouth, both making his cock grow steadily larger and harder. Another change of cunt over his mouth and a now relentless and frenetic cunt fuck and as his cock grew larger with one final growth and it fired cum at high power deep inside the cunt.

I know it has wound him up not knowing whose cunt he filled with cum, but he will be pleased when he finds out, as it is someone new (but I know he’ll be happy with her, as he’s known her for a number of years). I also know that it wound him up that he had no idea how many women there were, or indeed, who those women were, and he still doesn’t know that last bit; he will find out at exactly the same time as you, in the final part of this blog post.

Centenary Orgy

I was starting to get really excited. I had been planning this for months, especially to celebrate my blogging centenary. I always planned to have a massive sex party to celebrate the half-centenary, but fate intervened and that didn’t happen. So, many months ago, I decided that we had to have a party this time.

But, as we got nearer to the hundredth post, my thoughts began to change a little. I realised that what I really wanted to do was to celebrate the amazing women that have appeared in this blog, women who all love sex, who embrace orgasms, who really go for it sexually (even if they aren’t really sure how things might work out), and who defy the stereotypes or societal norms meant to keep women in their place (sexually or otherwise).

In this blog so far, we’ve named twelve women, some I don’t know, many I do, some from recent times, some longer ago. But all the women mentioned here are amazing, because of their attitudes, because of their love of sex and sexual adventure, and because they are, for the most part, up for giving things a try. This blog is fundamentally about women, and so it does seem fitting that the centenary post is about women too.

For the most-part, the men referred to here are part of the women’s stories, and in making the posts about the women, I somewhat (and a little deliberately) downplay the men. I wanted to maintain this female focus, as so much of what is out there is about and aimed at men; I wanted something to be about us.

That having been said, there is one man whose story is intricately woven into this blog. I never intended to have stories of women my husband fucked, women I’ve never met, but a lot of the stories seemed to fit my female viewpoint of the blog. So, you are reading more of my husband’s story than I ever intended, and therefore, I think it wouldn’t be appropriate to exclude him from the centenary celebration altogether.

Over a few weeks, a plan coalesced into view, a plan centred around and staring the women, but with a small, sustained part for my husband, a part that he would never forget.

This very special party happened a couple of weekends ago. It was an all-girl party (apart from the cameo from my husband), where anything between the women went; masturbation, oral, strap-ons, tits, asses, cunt, whatever. The only request I made of each and every woman was that if they came, they wouldn’t hold back. They’d just take full advantage of the other wonderful women in attendance, all willingly, all in fun, all with love, all for the O. I guess I was thinking orgy, where anyone was game for anything with anyone.

And this is where it was quite an ask, because a number of the women didn’t actually know anyone else there in reality, only from the pages of the blog (although I can tell you now that some people there haven’t even been published in the blog yet).

If I’m honest, I’m amazed some of these wonderful women accepted the invitation, given what was expected of them. They are kinky bitches the lot of them, getting kinkier all the time. All the women were naked below the waist for the entire evening, and then totally naked for the second half. Nakedness in front of women in a social setting was a freedom that some were enjoying for the first time. I loved seeing so many beautiful cunts all on display, totally without shame and not a single attempt to hide anything. It was a beautiful liberating expression of womanhood, and one I will remember for a long time.

And I loved what we got up to, the sheer joy of sharing our sexual voyages with other women, of women (one had never been with another woman) allowing themselves to be taken to sexual crescendo with enthusiasm and without doubt or shame. There was so much bodily contact, including groping and pawing of tits and intimate and intrusive examinations of cunts and assholes. There was an abundance of masturbation, either solo or each other, singly and in groups. There were even a number of strap-ons deployed for use on cunt and asshole, with an astonishing amount of lube consumed in the process. Amazing women doing amazing things in the pursuit of amazing orgasms.

Not one of the women shied away from any of this: every single one joining in with making others cum as well as themselves. It was a delight, a visual feast. We even shared my husband’s cum loads directly from the cunt involved. That was a total joy too.

But of course, this wasn’t all about him. We had a chart to ensure that all the women got a fair share and to sample everyone, but that wasn’t really needed. The action came thick and fast, and the visual feat of all these orgasms from all these cunts kept everyone near the edge all the time. Without needing to resort to the chart, each woman masturbated and masturbated others, their cunts were licked out and they licked out others, their ass cracks were licked down and assholes teased, and returning the favour, and their tits were sucked on, pulled, squeezed and generally worked to maintain arousal.

All in all, it was an amazing night, and one totally suitable to celebrate one hundred posts on this blog. For one of the women there, it was her first lesbian experience, and given the enthusiasm of her tongue, the abandon with which she orgasmed and the eagerness with which she tried things with a woman, it certainly won’t be her last.

For some of the women involved, it was the first such party, and as such, their counts of connecting sexually with other females took a major increase.

What was particularly magnificent was those that had not met anyone else at the party (apart from my husband, but he was hardly in a position to help) came and just got their cunts out and joined in wholeheartedly. I could not have expected more, and yet they delivered. What totally wonderful, determined and up for anything women they are. I suspect it won’t be the last time I get to taste their cunts too; if the party is anything to go by, they seem to have acquired a taste for it. What a dream situation I’m in at the moment. I’m so lucky to have access to the magnificent cunts of so many wonderful women, and I really can’t get enough.

And then, there was my husband’s cameo. A small yet important part in proceedings for the women, and yet a fully immersive experience for him, crossing off one of the few items on his list that he has yet to do. When you read about his cameo in the next blog post, it is important to remember that some of the women in the room had never done anything like this before. Stage fright could have curtailed their involvement, but it didn’t happen, and all the women took a full part with him. And he’ll never forget it. The women probably won’t either, but a centenary party that introduces people to new things, that changes their lives forever and that creates memories that will never fade is a perfect way to celebrate.

Here’s to the next one hundred blog posts (and the next few cunts I get to taste!)

She Wasn’t The Only One

Victoria realised she wasn’t the only one he was fucking. But it was a relief that when the managing director had a heart attack mid-fuck and died, he wasn’t in bed with her. She was very upset though, as she had become slightly addicted to their sessions, which by this point had been going on for nearly a year and a half.

As far as the original goal was concerned, it was a success. Fucking him had not given her promotions, but it had contributed to her having more opportunities to prove herself and probably to her pay rises.

Ever since her first introduction to the chopsticks clamps, whenever they got together, he had asked her to wear chopsticks in her hair (crossed and poked through buns to pin her hair up) as a sign of her happiness to have the clamps used on her. She did this willingly, especially as the chopsticks he bought her were customised for her and very expensive. (He also didn’t actually use them or torment her nipples or tongues – he always used cheap ones for that, as they bend better and applied the pressure better.)

She decided to wear the chopsticks to his funeral, as it was the last time they’d be together, and it was the end of a particularly important chapter. Seems like she wasn’t the only one who had that idea.

When she got to the funeral, the first thing she noticed was Sabina was wearing chopsticks, virtually identical apart from the customisation. Sabina was who he was fucking when he died. That must have been awful. Sabina was at a different office, so Vicki’s guess of him having a woman in every port was probably spot on. A further three people arrived with chopsticks, each from different offices.

After the funeral, all the chopsticks wearers all seemed to congregate together, and after a suitable period, they decided to slip away to Sabina’s home, which was near to the cemetery, so they could discuss him and their experiences.

It seems like Vicki’s sessions were replicated for all four of the others. Sabina made a point of failing the test each and every time, as she craved the chopsticks sessions. The others tried their best to succeed in each clit test. Vicki was more in line with Sabina, not really trying too hard to beat her previous clit test.

In some ways, it felt like the other three didn’t really enjoy the sessions, whereas Sabina, like Vicki, actually really wanted them. Sabina was much more in tune with Vicki than the others, and the others soon left, at least one of them seemingly embarrassed to have been in that club.

With the others now gone, Sabina and Vicki both relaxed in each other’s company, and really got into talking about the full filth of their separate sessions. It turned out that Sabina had been threatened with having someone else’s nipples share her chopstick nipple clamp, forcing her to be face to face with someone else going through the same ordeal. They both thought it would be a fitting memorial to him to try it out, as Sabina had the chopsticks and bands at hand.

Neither of them wanted to use a chopsticks clamp on their tongues, but for each of them, he’d used one on their clits occasionally, so they decided to do that, but separately on each clit for practical reasons.

It was an interesting experience, as previously, they have been restrained, but this time, they were free to move. Again, for practical reasons, they decided to apply them to each other’s clits first, Vicki applying the bands quite loosely to the chopsticks round Sabina’s clit, but Sabina was much more brutal in adjusting Vicki’s, so Vicki went back and they both adjusted the bands until the chopsticks were very tight and rather painful. It’s what he would have wanted.

So next, their nipples were the target, and Sabina knew how to make this work the best. Four nipples along one set of chopsticks, alternating to each of them (and obviously poking through from opposite sides). But there needed to be bands between nipples, so some of them could not be adjusted once they were put on.

Vicki went first, with her right nipple, and Sabina made it as tight as Vicki could bear (with another two twists of the band for luck). Sabina then put her left nipple in and Vicki applied the band, trying to match the tightness with her own. Their faces were very close, but Vicki worked on Sabina’s right nipple before Sabina worked on Vicki’s left. All 4 nipples were clamped in the same chopsticks and very very tightly, so the pain was overwhelming. After they had finished admiring their handywork, they looked at each other, their faces close, and it was only a matter of a few seconds before they started kissing, a full-on tongues special, kissing like teenagers that had never kissed before. Fuelled by their shared ordeal and overwhelming emotions and pain, they kissed and kissed.

Eventually, they stopped kissing, and Vicki suggested they, one at a time, each reach down between the other’s legs and masturbate each other. Whilst their clits are captive, they can still twist and move it by manipulating the chopsticks, and they can work the rest of their cunts with their fingers. Sabina said that would be lovely, and they had to shuffle their asses apart slightly to give themselves room (as their clits were almost touching).

Vicki moved her hands down between Sabina’s legs, started stroking what of her clit was bulging from the top of the chopsticks. It was (perhaps unsurprisingly) very very sensitive, so her light touches were like a bolt of electricity for Sabina. Vicki gently started touching against Sabina’s vulva with a couple of fingers, before nudging them into her cunt bit by bit. Soon, her fingers were buried in Sabina’s cunt up to Vicki’s knuckles, so the light touches of clit, together with fingers working the full length of Sabina’s tunnel had an immediate effect. But Sabina’s nipples were tied by chopsticks to Vicki’s, so Sabina’s movements also twisted Vicki’s nipples. It was very distracting for Vicki, who had to concentrate hard to keep the rhythm. Sabina came pretty easily, but Vicki was set on another orgasm, which took some work, but was enormous when it arrived, with Sabina arching back as she came pulling Vicki over.

After a brief period to allow Sabina to recover, Sabina started work on Vicki’s cunt, and Vicki’s first orgasm only took seconds to arrive. Her second was much harder work, and Sabina’s tits were pulled and twisted as Vicki’s body moved to ride Sabina’s fingers, her fingers working quickly but rhythmically inside Vicki’s cunt, and the thumb and finger tweaking Vicki’s bulging entombed clit increasingly getting rougher. Vicki fought to hold it off, in the process continuing her clit and nipple torment longer that it need be, but eventually, she got overwhelmed, and orgasmed hard on Sabina’s fingers, her body collapsing against Sabina and ending up in a cuddle.

That was enough for one day, and they thought he would be proud of them and would have enjoyed the show. They thought they tied the bands a notch tighter than he ever did, as the pain was a magnitude greater, but the orgasms were harder too.

Vicki and Sabina met occasionally for work purposes after this, and repeated this whenever they did, until they each moved on to other companies. They both got their promotions and pay rises, so all that clit, nipple and tongue pain ultimately proved to be worthwhile; Vicki’s career would not be as it is now were it not for him.

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