The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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

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Free-Use Rules (Part Two)

Having already seen about the scope of our free-use, the quirk of our community and the punishments for rules violations, this post describes how the group actually operates on a daily basis.

The women have to signal their availability, and do so in one of two ways, by a chat group and by optional flowers in our hair. All 8 of us are in the chat control group, and we women have to put our availability in the chat group (and our location, so we can be found and fucked), and we can use flowers as well if we want to. (It is only the women that have to signal our availability, as it is the men that start the free-use and just take us.)

If a woman puts a white heart in the chat group, it means she is available for free-use (and can do it there or elsewhere as the man wants). A red heart is the same as a white one, but the woman is on her period: Anna and I both have Mirenas, so only Rose and Tanya can use that heart. A black heart means she’s not available for free-use. Any other coloured heart means that she is available for free-use, but must go elsewhere to do it. The heart is valid until the next one is posted, and she can put timed hearts on the group, (e.g. white heart until 6am, then black heart).

I’m particularly pleased for my husband. He loves period fucks, and hasn’t had many since I got my first Mirena, so you can guarantee a red flower or heart will see him repeatedly using the menstruating woman, with him arranging his working from home around their heaviest days, and both Rose and Tanya seem to love it.

In addition to the hearts, wearing flowers of the same colour in our hair means the same thing. It is basically so the men don’t have to consult the chat to see if we are available while we are out and about in the village. If there is a conflict between the flower and the heart, the most free meaning colour is assumed, and at some point the woman will be punished in the usual manner.

Availability can be changed at any time, but if she is being used, that usage will complete and if there is a queue, those in the queue will complete their use before the new availability status is valid.

Inside the village, but not in our own properties, a white flower is more likely to be a good grope, a tonguey snog or being taken somewhere to fuck, although full sex out in the village is permitted and has happened (subject to all the usual caveats about such things). Most fucking happens in our own homes or gardens though.

There are three other chat groups. One administered by the women, but visible to the men, where we track who has done what to whom. One is solely for the women, where we discuss plans and scenarios for parties etc. One is solely for the men – no idea what they discuss, but we’re fairly certain, amongst other things, they coordinate our fuckings, because at times, there are certain similarities with consecutive fucks (where the other men are not present to see what went on before).

If multiple men are present, the free-use is first come first served, although the woman’s husband is the lowest priority and must wait until last, even stopping mid-fuck if another man wants to take over. In practice, this often means the husband moves on to another woman if there is one available. If it isn’t the husband doing the fucking, the second man must wait until the first is finished (but often, they will give way repeatedly in a sort of tag team prolonging the fuck for all involved).

We’ve decided that each woman must be available for free-use for a minimum of a half of the hours they are in the village each day (averaged across the week), rising to two thirds of the hours whilst they are menstruating, and that at least one woman must be available for the bulk of each day: others can and do make themselves available, but the nominated women are as follows: Mon & Tue is Rose and Tanya, Wed is Tanya, Thu is Anna, Fri is me, Sat is Rose, Sun is Anna and me. Friday is a particular challenge, as Anna and Rose are both working, and Tanya is out of the village with her mum, so I’m normally the only one available, and often all four men are working from home winding down their weeks, so I get fucked a lot on a Friday. It is often the case that I get fucked 8 times (2 each) before teatime on a Friday. I’m working from home too, so I have to mix fucks in between video conferences, sometimes quite a challenge. My husband also tries to work at home on a Thursday, so he can make the most of Anna being the nominated woman. The third of the week rule is relaxed at holiday times like Christmas (as this will be difficult to manage), but the women do all need to be available as much as possible, and any missing hours must be made up in January and February. If Rose or Tanya’s period is over Christmas, they must make themselves available within 1 hour for the man to enjoy their chosen level of menstruation, and illness or visitors at other times don’t change the time requirements, they just make it much more of a challenge.

Another rule that applies to our properties is that us women aren’t allowed to clean ourselves up or rearrange our clothes without permission. If he gets cum on our face, he has to clean it up, but only our faces (unless he wants to clean up more of course). If we are dripping, or have cum somewhere, it has to stay there until a man tells us we can sort ourselves out or one does it for us. If our skirts (say) are round our waists, they have to stay there until gravity intervenes or a man tell us we can change their positions (or again, do it for us). If we need to go out or have a video conference, we can adjust only our clothes that will be visible and clean away any visible cum or evidence of sex, but if it isn’t visible, it has to stay. The reason for that is that it keeps us on heat and craving sex, craving use. And it fucking works. The men used to clean us up at the beginning, but now, the men don’t want us cleaned up, as they all like seeing the cummy evidence of us being used before. Thus, these days, we are often in a hell of a state.

We are all fucking so much more than we did before free-use, and we women crave even more cock, even to the point of trying to work out how to get more men into the group, and who in the village to invite. I think we all realise this won’t go on for ever, but we are all thoroughly enjoying it whilst it does, and long may that continue!

Free-Use Rules (Part One)

I’ve had a number of people ask how our free-use sex community works in reality. After all, often in stories online, the free-use world allows someone to be fucked at any time by anyone. We don’t live in that world, we don’t want just anyone to fuck us, only those that are part of the group, only those that will uphold our rules and only those that will fuck us as we mean to be fucked. Obviously, we have to have rules that govern our free-use: we all signed to say we understood and accepted the rules, and they have served us well.

They have been tweaked over time, and they have ended up more complicated than we originally thought they’d be. I suppose the reason for that is that we wanted to allow for as much free-use as possible, in fact, we wanted to force as much availability as possible, whilst keeping us all safe, both physically and from gossip.

At the beginning, we didn’t really know what we were doing. There was no guidance online, no list of rules we could use as a starting point. This was (and still is) very much an experiment, and we had to build the rules up from scratch. I don’t think any of us thought the experiment would last a couple of months, let alone be heading towards a year and still going strong. I guess we didn’t realise the addictive nature of free-use. I for one had no idea I would end up being disappointed and a teeny bit pouty if one of the men came round and didn’t fuck me. Such is the power and draw of free-use.

So, in this first post of two detailing our rules set, I talk about the locations and scope of the free-use, the major quirk of our community and the punishments for rules violation. In the second post, I detail the mechanics of our free-use.

To start, there are no free-use rights outside the village (and the village is well defined, so there is no doubt where is inside or outside the village).

Inside the village (whether in our homes or not), the women signal they are available for free-use, and if we are, the men just have the right to take us and fuck us. No asking, no concern as to what the woman is up to or wants, they just pick us, fuck us, use us sexually as they wish. In fact, one of the key quirks of our free use community is that the sex is never mentioned whilst it is happening, or in a mixed-gender group. The women can talk about it together whilst not fucking (and we often do), the men can talk about it together, again whilst not fucking (and I’m sure they do), but to have a mixed-gender discussion, free-use is suspended (and so is all fucking), so that a sensible discussion can be had.

I know it may seem strange, but not talking about it was absolutely key to me. This experiment wasn’t just about more sex with neighbours, it was about free-use, it was about us women being used, it was about the men just doing what they wanted. Vaginal, anal, oral, multiple men servicing the same woman, whatever they wanted. She doesn’t have a say. She just has to let it be done to her. That’s the whole fucking point. But believe me, when you have this much sex, you do enjoy every fuck, you crave every fuck. The whole free-use thing is built around people enjoying the sex, and consenting in advance to being used, to being fucked, to being a play thing really. I guess if you weren’t into it or enjoying it, you wouldn’t be part of a free-use arrangement.

It is totally allowed for the women to attempt to carry on doing whatever they were doing before they were fucked. Things like holding a conversation or typing something for work can be done whilst being fucked. It is a challenge, but it can be done. So, whilst the man dictates the fucking, the woman dictates what she does during the fucking. There is a beautiful symmetry.

The punishments for violating the no talking about the sex rule are quite vicious, and deliberately so. If the man does mention the sex in the wrong circumstance, it is deemed that consent for all free-use is withdrawn, and he has to leave all the women alone for forty eight hours (including his wife), and as an additional punishment, he has to watch every single time his wife is fucked over the forty eight hours, and he isn’t allowed to touch his cock, let alone join in or masturbate. Each of the other men is obviously allowed to use his wife as much as they want (because of the free-use), and he has to watch, he has no choice (and believe me, I’m sure the men would ensure she’s fucked as much as they can possibly manage within the forty eight hours, just to increase his punishment). And as a final punishment, at least one of the men will wank the offender’s cock and ruin his orgasm; it could be more and it could be repeated, but basically for forty eight hours, he can’t have sex, can’t masturbate, and will have orgasms ruined. When you are used to fucking several times a day, that is quite a vicious punishment, but it was turned into the standard punishment for any male rules infringement, and for that reason, the men just don’t talk about the sex (or break any of the other rules for that matter)!

When we originally started this, if the woman mentioned the sex in the wrong circumstance, she at some point would be spanked hard by each man for her error (and I was the first person to be punished in this manner). But as the women all got into free-use, spanking became far less of a punishment and far more of a joy, so it was no longer a suitable punishment. We really struggled with a finding one single replacement punishment, so we decided to select three, depending on person. For me and Rose, it was a good hard caning, twice over a forty eight hour period. Rose doesn’t like being caned at all. I’m not that fond of the cane, but don’t mind a few strokes in amongst other implements, but this is just a caning, no warm up, no love, a number of strokes that increases each time the punishment is used. Not nice, and a suitable deterrent. For Tanya, hers is to be restrained and to have a wand (or other suitable implement) applied to her clit continuously for a chosen number of orgasms, twice over a forty eight hour period. Her clit becomes sensitive after just one, very sensitive after two and painful after three, so this punishment is very painful for her, and again, is a suitable deterrent. Anna fears being deep throated. It is quite uncomfortable having a glans pushed into her throat and it makes her feel like she is going to suffocate, again unpleasant and each man doing this to her once in forty eight hours is a suitable deterrent. In the case of all three punishments, the effects are the same, humbling punishments inducing crying (and we have to wear mascara to show how much we are crying). These are now the standard punishments for any female rules infringement. It probably isn’t a surprise that none of these newer female punishments have been needed and the male one has only been used once.

The second post details the mechanics of our free-use community, the little details that make this all seem so effortless.

The Leavers Ball (Part Two)

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)

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)

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.

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