The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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

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Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part One)

Kate wasn’t stupid. She knew when her brother asked one of his friends to keep an eye on her, to look after her, there was a chance her exploits would get back to her family, and that was the last thing she wanted.

It was her first week at university, where her brother’s friend had been for three years. Her brother’s friend was my now husband. Kate was still a virgin and had gone to university with the aim of quickly losing her virginity, ideally to someone who was a good fuck with suitable experience, and ultimately to get fucked as much as possible. Her family would strongly disapprove, and she didn’t want the repercussions, but she did want to be allowed to fuck in peace.

Not that he had shown any sign of telling them anything. She knew him from before, and he seemed nice. He didn’t seem like a spy, but she didn’t really know him particularly well. It was nice however to have a friendly face, and she had met with him a few times and he had been helpful in getting her settled into university life.

And things were relaxed whenever she met up with him, and she actually enjoyed talking to him, but she was always guarded about sex. She was at university to lose her virginity and to get thoroughly fucked. She didn’t want that getting back. She had to deal with this, and she wasn’t sure how.

And then an idea came into her mind, and it was a ridiculous idea, total madness, and yet it made perfect sense. If she lost her virginity to him, and if it was him that regularly fucked her, he’d never be able to talk about it with them, and her secret would be safe. She talked herself into and out of it several times during the day, but decided she needed to work him out more before making the final choice.

She made a casual throw-away remark to him about him having sex, and he didn’t really reply, but did have a certain glint in his eye. That encouraged her to go fishing several times for more information about his sex life, and one evening after buying him a few drinks, she found out that he was quite rampant in the past, and that all but one of his previous uni fucks had left university at this point, and the one that was still there was now in a serious relationship and didn’t allow herself to be fucked by him (no matter how much she wanted it). Kate was quietly pleased, as she thought he might be craving a fuck and that made her in with a chance.

She wasn’t interested in a relationship, just in being fucked, and the more she saw him, the more she felt comfortable with him, and the more she found herself wanting him to fuck her over and over. She got the impression he was the same as her, both in not wanting a relationship and being comfortable with her. She wasn’t any good at this hooking up game, so, despite meeting a lot of others in those early weeks, she decided that he really was the best option, that she really wanted him to take her virginity.

She decided to twist her own arm in a way, forcing herself to get on with it. She really needed that fuck, really craving it, and in a horny state, she saw him one afternoon in a corridor. Without leaving herself time to think, she asked him to pop to her room later, as she needed some advice. They agreed a time, and then off she went to both regret her actions, and get even more horny at the possibilities.

Good as gold, he knocked on her door at the allotted time, and with a deep breath, she opened the door to him. It was clear from his face that he liked what was in front of him. There was Kate, topless wearing only a short but quite showy skirt, brushing her hair. She was really nervous in case anyone else in the corridor saw her or in case he totally rejected her.

His cock didn’t reject her. She could see how hard it was within seconds. She invited him in and carried on brushing her long brown hair, her arms over her head perfectly framing her sizeable yet pert tits, her totally hairless armpits in full view.

He closed the door behind him and went to sit on the edge of the bed (the only chair in the room was deliberately filled with clothes). His face was now at tit height, and she was in no hurry to finish brushing her hair. The discussion was innocent, yet here she was with her tits out and tantalisingly swaying as she moved. To him, she seemed totally at ease with her exposure. He couldn’t take his eyes off her tits for long, only briefly looking at her face as she was talking. She could see that and was secretly loving it. Now she had to pluck up the courage to move to the next stage.

Eventually she put the brush down. He was waiting for her to put some clothes on, but she didn’t. She offered him a drink and made it, gave it to him and sat down opposite him (in the chair, sitting on her clothes), all with her pert tits proudly visible.

He was trying to work out if she was being as blatant as she appeared to be being, or was she ridiculously innocent and not realising what she was doing? After all, this was a good friend’s sister he was thinking of fucking. In those few weeks, he had gone from being a helpful friend, to so wanting to feast on her magnificent tits (it has been too long since he’d worship Rebecca’s tits), and finally to really wanting to really fuck her, not just once, but over and over. But there weren’t any signs she was interested, until now, until her magnificent tits were out and so close to him.

The innocent conversation continued whilst they each tried to work the other out. She was cursing herself for being too shy to simply ask him to fuck her. Heck, it was amazing she was here with her tits out at all. In fact, at one point, she had almost just put her blouse on, talking herself out of it just in time.

He was worried about reading the situation wrongly, and him trying something and her holding it against him. But she started it with having her fabulous tits out for him to enjoy, or was it for him at all?

He knew she had seen his cock; she’d been looking down at it. Just as he knew she’d seen him looking adoringly at her tits. He decided those two things were enough, and he had to go for it.

Her hands were resting in her lap, bent at the elbows to ensure her tits were still totally visible. He gently picked up her hands in his and said that there was something he wanted to do that he hoped she would enjoy. She gently nodded and smiled, relieved he had taken the lead, and he leant in bringing his face towards her tits, letting go of her hands as he needed to steady himself as he gently kissed on her left nipple. She giggled slightly and twisted her body slightly to offer him better access to her nipple.

This time, she felt his tongue swirl round her nipple, almost caressing it as it went round and over. She closed her eyes to really feel his tongue but opened them again shortly afterwards, as she wanted the visuals of him working her nipple. She felt her nipple swelling and getting harder, but all too soon, he shifted position, her body on instinct moving to offer him her other nipple, which he caressed with his tongue and mouth.

Once that was as hard as the first, he leant back, using a thumb and forefinger to tweak each nipple. As he gently pulled her towards him by her nipples, he leant in to give her a soft kiss, almost a lip nudge, and as he leant a little back, she leant further in for a longer kiss, her tongue starting to nudge between his lips, to little resistance, and his lips parted and their tongues met, touching at first before turning into a full, long, proper snog with tongue jousting. Now she was on familiar ground. She knew how to kiss well.

Her confidence grew as their kiss continued, the tips of their tongues almost constantly in each other’s mouths, whilst all the time her nipples were being worked by his fingers. They were so large, they were almost painful, but there was no way she was asking him to stop. Eventually, their lips broke and he looked into her eyes, wondering where to go next. She nervously looked into his eyes and just gently, almost hesitantly mouthed “Fuck Me”. He kissed her passionately, to give her a chance to change her mind, but she didn’t. She simply rubbed her hand against his cock, at this point still within his trousers, showing that she absolutely did want a fuck. He hadn’t fucked in some weeks, and he had been thinking about her quite a bit, dreaming about working her body and lusting after tasting her and filling her cunt. He wasn’t about to say no to her.

Camel-Toe Crazy

When I left for university, I was finally released from my mother’s rule. Those clothes she made me wear, the fear she instilled, everything that stopped me from developing into me, rather than a clone of her. At uni, I had a chance to find me.

Fucking men: that was me. Turns out fucking women was definitely me too. Melissa wasn’t the first woman I had lusted after, but she was the first one that I had kissed and we had paired up quickly after that first kiss. I continued fucking my uni guy (he knew and was turned on by the thoughts of me and Melissa fucking) and she fucked some guy too on and off, but we were both enjoying the lesbian sex more. Between them, I was getting the most sex I ever did until I met my now husband.

But the thing I was having real trouble with was style. I wasn’t exactly a slim girl, but I was shapely, with amazing tits (although I wasn’t best enamoured with them at the start) and a wardrobe full of clothes your granny would wear. Thanks Mum, I’m not you. My clothes were all loose, covering me up, lowering my self-esteem even more than what happened in the rest of my teenage years did.

But by this point, I had a whole posse at uni, not just Melissa, and they were determined to help me find and hone my style. I’m not one for clothes shopping, but with a group on hand, we sometimes went out, trying on various things, using their experience and styles to make progress.

After years of crawling under a rock to hide from everyone, I wanted to break free, to be noticed. I had started by wearing tighter clothes, ones that didn’t hide the fact I was slightly larger than ideal, but the clothes I selected all showed off my curves superbly. I got a kick out of the positive response I received. Being noticed was wild!

On one of those shopping trips, we found a bra that dramatically emphasised my cleavage, and I bought that and a dress that took advantage of it. The cup fabric of this deep-plunge bra was also very thin, as was the fabric of the dress, so my nipples showed perfectly. I was advised to use ice to make them bigger to make absolutely sure they were on display, and I started doing this every time I went out.

Figure hugging clothes with monster cleavage and on display nipples was definitely the way to go, and I got a mega kick from showing off my tits, something I still get to this day. It was the first time I really began to love my tits. I know some women get upset when men talk to their cleavage instead of their face, but I love it and it just makes me happy.

Now, I’m not usually one for trends, but there was one trend that it was suggested would get me noticed even more. It was about ten years since camel-toe had first made it into the Urban Dictionary. What for a few years was a fashion faux pas went to being the height of teenage fashion, then looked down on, and then back into fashion again.

One of the poshest girls in the group showed me a pair of shorts in one of the shops that were pretty obscene if I’m honest. The briefest of try-ons showed their potential, but the full obscenity only showed later; the fabric pulled tight into my ass crack and a long way up my cunt, and I could arrange my flaps to make a fabulous camel-toe. I couldn’t wear panties under them, as it obscured the camel-toe, and as I was doubting the purchase, my posh friend said that if I bought and wore a pair, she would too.

In that same trip, one of the others showed me a top that stretched tightly across my tits, and with my deep-plunge bra, the straining of the buttons across my cleavage meant that a column of enormous gapes ran right down between my tits and with my iced nipples showing, it was a fabulous view.

Pair that with the obscene shorts, I had a killer outfit that hid nothing. This was a new slutty out there me, and I was a hit in the club we went to every week. My body was totally on show, everything visible and I’m not going to lie; it got me groped quite a bit, but I didn’t mind. I was seen, noticed, I was me.

And I fucking enjoyed the groping. Interestingly, whilst I was groped by men, I was groped far more by women. I can’t recall how many women I snogged, full on tongues, many of them resulted in mutual masturbation sessions in the seating booths or even right there on the dance floor. I didn’t know their names, I didn’t much care, I just loved the connections, the kissing, the groping, the orgasms.

It always happened the same way. A handful of ass or tit was grabbed, you were hauled from the crowd and up to another woman’s body, tits got squashed against each other, faces got close and tongues got pushed into each other’s mouths. No subtlety or finesse. Just a long hard snog with tongues exploring each other’s mouths and hands exploring each other’s bodies.

With two whole-hearted participants, hands inevitably headed cunt-wards, initially rubbing on the outside of the shorts; the thin fabric was rough and therefore provided a little friction on the rubbing, which only added to the sensation.

Sometimes that was enough, and focussed rhythmic rubbing right there on the dance floor, the odd rough kiss added, was enough to make a girl cum. The fabric of the shorts didn’t react well to cunt juices, and so, for the rest of the evening, I’d have a damp patch at the front of my shorts. Well, so would the other girl, and that was fine. And then the second girl that started masturbating you put her fingers to some wet fabric and she knew. Although she was normally the same. And wet fabric only emphasised the camel-toe, stickiness making sure the fabric stayed up your cunt.

Of course, sometimes, it wasn’t a quick wank on the dance floor that you were after. Sometimes you wanted to feel hand touch your flesh, finger fuck you, and so, guiding each other, you left the dance floor and headed to what were knows as the cubicles, U-shaped benched seating populated by kissing couples, normally on the way to wanking or giving blow jobs. Sometimes you had to wait, such was the popularity, and the cubicles invariably smelled of cum.

So, there you’d be, sitting in this cubicle, legs spread wide, your buttons undone to show your heaving cleavage to your new friend, obscene shorts round an ankle, whilst your new friend works your cunt with her fingers, targeting your clit quite viciously, rubbing on your cunt flaps and finger fucking you with two or three fingers. You could always see the focus on her face as she looks down at your cunt and the joy she was bringing to it. The good ones made you cum several times and then dropped to their knees and got under the table to lick you clean, and then once clean, it was time to swap places and reciprocate, and you’d end up with hands smelling of cunt and mouths tasting of it. A final hard kiss, swapping tastes as we went, and we’d part in search of the next cunt to wank, frequently to never see each other again after that night.

And often, in the same cubicle was Melissa, who, having seen the success my outfits were, got some of her own. She too had monster cleavage and a fabulous camel-toe, and had similar success with the women at the club. And every time, we had a cubicle session too. After all, molesting Melissa was the reason I started going clubbing.

The club was a bit like a cattle market, only the cattle picked each other. You weren’t fussy. Pretty much any woman who grabbed you was fair game, any cunt to be cherished for that short while, and of course, when we got back to uni, Melissa and I licked each other’s cunts out, not only to taste our juices, but because we’d publicly pissed on the way back up the hill and never dried our cunts.

Because despite all the groping, all the cunts, I was still hers and she mine.

I instigated as much grabbing and groping as I was grabbed and groped. Let’s face it, if I saw a woman in that club that I wanted to kiss or to make cum, I went for it. It’s why most of us were there, on show at the cattle market. I was rarely rejected, and I virtually never rejected anyone. Why would I?

I remember those nights with great fondness. I have no idea how many women I made cum, or how many made me cum. But it was a lot. And more importantly, I felt alive, I felt free. What with the clothes, the kissing, the groping and the care-free orgasms, both in the club and with Melissa, I felt that I was finally being me.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Four)

Anna cumming was the last straw for Tanya, who was being fucked by Anna’s husband. He was rather enjoying seeing my husband make Anna cum, at an intensity he’d never quite managed himself. And rather like my husband lusting after Anna, her husband had a thing for Tanya and so enjoyed fucking her every opportunity he got.

And Anna screaming her lungs off at a powerful, shuddering orgasm made her husband’s cock just that little bit harder. That extra bit of rubbing, together with the visual and audible feast that was Anna’s inevitable ecstasy, made Tanya’s cunt clench, squeezing Anna’s husband’s cock hard, making them both cum together.

He stopped moving as Tanya felt his cum coat the inside of her slick cunt. I saw the muscles in his ass squeeze as he shot cum into her, and that finished me off too, and I finally came. It was a long hard slog, with a long, extended orgasm at the end, the unplanned edging made the orgasm really strong and long, but so desperately needed.

As those of us who had just cum recovered, I think my husband saw a couple of little drops of liquid glisten on Rose’s nipples and headed over to her. Rose was breast-feeding, and it never took long for her tits to start leaking. The act of breast-feeding is very intimate, as if fucking your friends and partners isn’t! And all seven of us suckling her and feeding on her breast milk was inevitable, and my husband was going to get his share first.

Rose’s tits were enormous now and there was more than enough for everyone. In fact, in a few hours, we’d need to feed again, as it had been decided that during the fuck-fest, she wasn’t allowed to extract any milk herself; we had to do it for her and only with our mouths. What a hardship!

I think Rose’s husband enjoyed having is wife’s milky tits being suckled over and over. I think he was proud of her tits and their unrelenting production. He was so happy with them being used by us all, but he had a rule. Anyone who suckled her at any time, anyone who drank freely of her milk, had to masturbate her at the same time, not just clit and flap work, but vigorous finger fucking her with at least two fingers. This included him at home in private. It had that hucow vibe, which they both loved, and he was talking about organising to have her “bred”, something my husband instantly put his name down for.

Having a breast-feeding woman is only a short-term thing, so they were certainly making the most of it. My only issue was that I wanted it to be my tits that were leaking, my tits that were painful, my tits that were suckled by everyone. But I knew they never would be, as I can’t have children. Bittersweet in a way, but I’m also so grateful I get to suckle Rose’s tits, and so does my husband. I really wanted that for him.

So, one by one, we all lay against her, our faces buried in her painfully full tits, our fingers filling her slippery cunt, and we drank, lovely sweet thick creamy breast milk, very addictive in taste and very intimate. And we knew that was only the first instalment of the night.

After we were all sated with Rose’s milk, we slumped in chairs, exhausted, again, each woman in the arms of a man who wasn’t her husband. For each woman, a tit was being held in a vice-like grip, and their clits and cunts were being worked with the man’s other hand, getting us ready for round two.

Whilst the conversation flowed (and tits held and clits worked), Tanya was in Anna’s husband’s arms. My thoughts went back to what I saw in Tanya’s kitchen that night, and I decided to ask.

Shortly after their first orgy, Tanya’s husband needed to go away for work. He didn’t go away often, but when he did, it was for a few weeks. He normally fucks Tanya every single day, and so weeks without sex was really hard for her. She broke two wands last time he went away, and she still didn’t feel satisfied. So, he asked the group if people would go round and fuck her whilst the children were in bed. After discussion, they agreed, and thus, I saw Anna’s husband fucking her. It was his turn on the rota!

It was clear that this group was already starting to stretch beyond just the fuck parties, and that was brilliant for me. It almost felt like they had already progressed into a more community style arrangement.

But that community had rules, and I’d just violated one of them. I mentioned the sex. I was horrified, but I’d forgotten. They decided I’d have to be punished, but not today. I was both excited, and scared. But even though the conversation quickly move on, I was so turned on by my mistake and by the constant and unwavering fingering that I got very slick, and the men decided it was time for us women to lick, suck and savour the taste of each others’ cunts. What a joy, and it went on for ages.

I instantly felt at home, totally at ease with these six wonderful friends. And it was the start of something wonderful. That community arrangement I was talking about. The fucking and free use soon extended past the parties and into every day life. It means that I have a ready supply of cock or cunt whenever I need, and with the way work is working out at the moment, I’m certainly making good use of that. And as I’m working from home a lot at the moment, it means that I’m often the only woman available during the day, so I’m getting a lot of fucks from that.

There have been some surprises too. It turns out that when a woman knocks on your front door with damp and transparent circles in her ribbed top revealing her weepy nipples, my cunt goes slick immediately, and after alleviating the milk problem (with my mouth of course), the only way she can suitably thank me and deal with my horniness is to fuck me with a strap on, one of the bigger ones I use on my husband’s ass.

Oh, and my punishment wasn’t so much of a hardship. For seven consecutive days, I had a long, sustained spanking, followed by being double teamed. The first, third and fifth time, Anna’s husband’s cock was in my cunt and a strap on being wielded by Tanya in my ass. The second, fourth and sixth time, the strap on being wielded by Tanya was in my cunt and Anna’s husband’s cock in my ass. The final time, I had both, followed by a final long, sustained spanking.

I am so so happy with this community, all carefully done in plain sight and yet totally discrete. The seedy underbelly is so much better than I hoped for, and I am totally embedded, even after such a short time. And what is great is that every single one of us is interested in the others’ orgasms. I’ve never known such an unselfish group, every person wanting their partner of the moment to be in ecstasy and to properly orgasm, to feel properly fucked. I love this group! Such dedicated friends.

See what happens in your innocent prim and proper village? Utter filth. Debauchery. And it is fucking wonderful.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Three)

Anna had already cum once, quite massively, pressed against a wall being masturbated by my husband’s fingers, but she was already so close to cumming again, quite a surprise as she really hadn’t had a cock inside her cunt for that long.

But it was my husband’s cock, and he had a thing for her. He had wanted to fuck her ever since he first met her, and two years of anticipation and pent up lust was manifesting itself in the size and rigidity of his cock and the vigorousness and relentlessness of his fuck, and she absolutely loved it, and would happily take every second of his adoration, every inch of his cock, every drop of his cum, every lick of his tongue. Even after such a short time, she knew it was a special fuck and her body gave away just how much she loved it. Even though she was fighting the orgasm, she knew it would be massive and draining, and was totally inevitable. She just knew he’d love making her scream, making her twist and turn, making her shudder, making her cum.

My husband had warmed up fingering Rose to orgasm, licking her cunt clean and then sliding his cock into and out of her cunt, so when he switched to fingering Anna, his cock was already very hard and fingering the cunt of the one he desired did nothing to reduce his hardness. So, when he finally impaled her cunt with her bent over the bottom of the stairs, he very quickly began rubbing all those sensitive places deep inside Anna’s cunt.

She was trying to fight it, trying to stop her orgasm with every fibre of her being, but he was hitting all the perfect spots inside her, relentlessly, precisely in rhythm, so she knew she wouldn’t last much longer if he just kept that rhythm up. She had a quick look round, and Tanya seemed to be on her way to cumming too, but Rose and I were nowhere near. Of course, Anna didn’t know Rose had already cum once, so would have a long build up before the next one, and I had effectively been edged by successive men, with breaks in fucking when I was well on the way to cumming. I was desperate to cum myself, but I was loving the visual feast and breathing in the all round aroma of sex.

Anna’s orgasm caught her unawares as it broke, her cries making everyone look at her, breaking the rather forced and breathless conversation for a moment.

All through her orgasm, as she had little repeated shuddering bends of her waist as the contractions happened, he kept to rhythm and kept slamming in. His rhythm just extended her orgasm, making it both massive and drawn out.

As the orgasm finally came to an end, she went to stop him, her intention was for just a moment’s pause to recover from such a massive cumming, but then she remembered she wasn’t allowed to. No matter how exhausted she was from her two huge extended orgasms, she knew she had to let him ruthlessly keep driving into her, pounding away at her sensitive and well used cunt. She knew, like all the women there, that they had to let the men keep fucking them, and she knew that the men would drag orgasm after orgasm out of them. They would be relentless. They would be unforgiving. And she liked it that way. We all did.

You see, the morning after their first and unplanned fucking, no one really mentioned the sex before they left. It was a little surreal, ignoring the elephant in the room, but everyone seemed happy though and there wasn’t even an ounce of regret on display. It was only when the women got together a few days later that the event was discussed in some detail.

Fundamentally, they all agreeing they wanted a collective fuck again. As I well knew, multiple men cumming inside you, whilst making you cum until you could cum no more, all under the watchful eyes of others, is rather addictive.

But a planned orgy is a very different thing from an unplanned fuck-fest, and the women soon realised that there needed to be rules of engagement for a planned fuck, just so that everyone knew where they stood, but they wanted to keep the number of rules to a minimum.

Anna was rather persuasive in explaining how the unplanned fuck had basically been a Free Use event, and the women all eventually agreed to formalise Free Use for the next one.

In the context of their party, Free Use meant that any of the men could sexually do anything they wanted to any of the women, and the women could not say no: they had to do it, whether they wanted to or not. That’s big, but in the context of their first fuck-fest, that was actually not really a change and had basically happened naturally. The women loved how they were passed around mid-fuck, with the men really taking charge of this and ensuring everyone got their fair share of fucking and cumming, and no one said no to anything, the central tenet of Free Use.

Anna had become rather obsessed with watching Free Use porn (as indeed have I over recent months), and she loved the whole Free Use world, especially those scenarios where the sex isn’t even mentioned, and Anna got tremendously excited and was very happy that they all agreed to not mention the sex at any point. They also decided that, as with the first fuck-fest, the men each had to fuck all the women and not focus on one. Whilst the men giving way to other men was voluntary, as a new twist, if a woman was being worked on by her husband and one of the other men wanted to work on her, the husband had to give way: in effect, the husbands were the lowest men on the pecking order.

And as an additional twist, whilst the men were recovering, they would be ordering the women how to play with each other. The women could choose to play with each other too, but the men’s orders overrode the women’s choice.

The set-up was divine, and I do love the lewdness that seems to come from fucking someone else in front of your partner; it seems to hype up the intensity.

And they wanted to invite me and my husband to join them. They thought we were a perfect couple to add to the mix. I mean, we are!

I don’t think there was any doubt I wanted to accept, but the Free Use thing did force some discussions with me and my husband. I used to have concerns about anything that seems forced or coerced, and it was a big turn off. But recently, with the role play scenarios I’ve been coming up with, I’ve clearly been drifting towards a more forced vibe and I’ve been OK with it. When my head is in the right place, I actually really enjoy feeling and being used sexually, and I have come to enjoy those forced scenarios. And I was going always going to do join the party, because, fundamentally, I’m not going to miss out on a fuck-fest on my doorstep. I wanted to see my husband have the ecstasy of fucking Anna. I knew what she’d be getting. And the others. I wanted to taste some glorious cunts. I wanted to get fucked over and over, being watched and having fucking to watch.

And most of all, I wanted to totally submit to Free Use. I was excited, I was ready. And I got my way.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

The doorbell rang, and Rose’s husband shouted that the door was open and to come on in. Quite risky really as Rose’s husband was fucking me face down on the sofa whilst Rose was bent over an armchair being fucked by my husband. It could have been anyone knocking.

As the hard cocks rhythmically slid in and out of our cunts, Anna and her husband emerged from the porch, brandishing a platter of canapés. I felt Rose’s husband’s cock pull out of my cunt as he took the food to the kitchen.

I didn’t move, feeling a cool breeze blow over my slick but gaping cunt, until Anna’s husband pushed Anna’s head down behind me and I felt her tongue start to lick my juicy cunt. Anna had a great tongue and I wriggled as she licked my cunt, hoovering up my thick juices. I’d have to get her in the bottom half of my queening chair one day.

Anna’s husband, whilst offering us greetings, went over towards Rose and pulled his cock through his fly. Rose, whilst still being rhythmically impaled by my husband’s cock, eagerly took Anna’s husband’s cock in her mouth and started working it to get it hard, running her tongue up and down it, pushing his glans against the back of her throat, and squeezing his length with a ring of her fingers as she pulled his cock out and rested her teeth behind his glans. The impromptu spit roast didn’t last long though, as soon he was rock hard and pulled out of her mouth.

I think my husband realised what Anna’s husband wanted and pulled out of Rose’s cunt as Anna’s husband approached, his hands replacing my husband’s on Rose’s hips and in a swift movement impaling her already slick cunt with his hard cock.

Knowing full well that my husband would want to get in Anna’s cunt as soon as possible, I knew her tongue would soon be leaving my cunt. He gently pulled on Anna’s pony tail to get her up off her knees, and removed her jumper, freeing her amazing braless tits. He roughly grabbed each tit in turn, squeezing it, licking and gently biting the nipple in between kissing her lips.

The wetness of my now lonely cunt felt that cool breeze for a little longer this time, until Rose’s husband’s hands took my hips again and he impaled my cunt, continuing his thrusting where he left off. The breaks in fucking were helping his stamina, but not helping me cum, and I knew it would be a long hard fuck before I finally got there.

My husband gently pushed Anna to the wall, and immediately started working her cunt with his fingers, expertly and relentlessly working his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, working her clit and lips with his thumb and forefinger, his hard work rewarded with giving her a shuddering and extended orgasm. Without giving her a chance to recover, he then bent her over at the foot of the stairs, pushing her head onto the stair carpet, pushing her feet apart with his foot and then holding on to a tit in each hand as his hard cock pushed between her cunt lips and buried deep inside her, thrusting strongly and twisting her tits to control her body, making conversation really difficult for her.

Two more voices yelled hello, and a number of us yelled to come in, with Rose’s husband adding to lock the door after they came in. Tanya and her husband, bearing a gift of cheesecake and trifle, entered the room, and once again, Rose’s husband left my cunt gaping. This time though, it wasn’t empty for long, as Tanya’s husband took over from Rose’s fucking me, his barely hard cock growing quickly as my moist cunt enveloped it, but I knew it would be an even longer fuck as the rubbing was slowly getting him harder and harder. The relentlessness of the rhythm and rigidity of two different cocks had made me desperate to cum, but frustratingly, changing cocks had made me wait.

Tanya’s husband took over from Anna’s in fucking Rose’s cunt, meaning that was three cocks that had fucked Rose’s cunt in quick succession. And she fucking loved it!

Anna’s husband made Tanya suck his cock to get Rose’s taste in her mouth, before he stood her against the wall, freed her tits for the obligatory groping and then started fucking Tanya’s cunt, gently at first until she was slick enough to take the pounding she craved and was expecting.

And the total joy was that none of the eight of us had even mentioned sex or acknowledged that it was happening. Despite the fucking, we were trying to hold sensible conversations. It was crazy. And glorious.

What Rose and Tanya explained to me that evening in my lounge was that one evening, towards the end of a respectable dinner party, the six friends started fucking each other. No one could quite remember how it started, but the men were passing the women round as and when they liked, the women were going from hard cock to hard cock with total abandon, to such an extent that no one can really remember who made who cum. But cum they did, and then after the men were all spent, the women started licking cum from each other’s cunts, in a visual display that made those spent cocks start to spring back to life.

Once the women saw the effect they were having, a blow job chain was set up, where the cocks were passed from mouth to mouth until they were all hard again, and then the women once again were repeatedly impaled by cock after cock, this time entirely for the women’s pleasure, as the men had little more cum to give. All the women orgasmed again, and then, in a cum filled daze, they all slumped and went to sleep, each woman in the arms of a man that wasn’t their husband.

The whole evening was fuelled by a heady mix of sheer lust, total abandon, and familiarity with each other, and no one even thought of not carrying on once they started. They were just six friends fucking each other, in any combination, in any position, just enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other raw animal pleasure.

I was getting excited at their descriptions, and I found myself rubbing my dress against my pantyless cunt a little, more out of instinct than a deliberate action, and Tanya was doing the same in front of me. Rose noted my movements with a smile, saying we’re all friends and it was OK for me to make myself cum. I wasn’t going to say no, and as if to encourage me, Tanya lifted up her dress as I did, and we both started using our fingers to work our respective cunts. The sight was too much for Rose, who very soon had her hand at her revealed cunt too. The visual stimulation of three naked cunts being masturbated tipped us all over the edge. We all came in quick succession, and we each shared our sticky fingers with the other women, giving me my first taste of their cunts and them of mine. And divine they were too. I’d enjoy licking their cunts in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tanya pointing out that is why they were talking to me, and I felt a glow, a sort of pride, that they knew me well enough to have an idea what I’d want to do. And there was more to come, as I was still intrigued as to why Tanya ended up being visibly fucked by Anna’s husband in the middle of the night.

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