The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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

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A Christmas Conundrum (Part One)

31 October 2024 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part Two)

19 September 2024 /

Kate was rubbing my now husband’s cock through his trousers, whilst trying to suck his tonsils out and clean his teeth with her tongue. When she thought his cock was hard enough, she broke away from the kiss, leaning back a little to look at him, still rubbing his covered cock whilst he played with her nipples. With her other hand, she stroked down the side of his face. Almost ashamed to say it, she whispered “I’m a virgin”. He leant in, gently kissed her, then leant out and said in a soft and gentle voice that she wouldn’t be for much longer and that her cherry would belong to him. She smiled. That was all she wanted to hear.

She got up out of her chair, gently pushed him backwards onto the bed and started undoing his belt. As she unzipped his fly, his cock sprang out, hard to the touch. She grabbed hold of it with both hands, rubbing them up and down his length (making him get harder with every stroke), before leaning in, making her tits swing away from her body and sway tantalisingly as she moved. She opened her mouth a little, then in one steady motion, she pushed her mouth down over his cock, her lips ending up nudging at his balls.

She had never had a cock in her mouth before, but she had seen girls do it at parties, so she had a decent idea. Running her mouth up and down his cock, with not just her lips surrounding it, but her fingers forming loops around it and working up and down as her mouth was nearly empty. He got very hard very quickly, and she suddenly had a panic that he was about to cum in her mouth. She’d do that soon, but today, she wanted him to cum in her virgin cunt.

She released his cock and clambered onto him, lifting the showy skirt up to reveal her cunt to him for the very first time. He noted her pantyless state and she was glad she had taken the trouble to shave her pubes into a very neat and precise triangle (and to clear her armpits, which she felt was important for the impact of the hair brushing).

She gave him a few seconds to stare longingly at her cunt, before she finished her repositioning, her right hand grabbing at his cock whilst her left steadied herself on the bed. She always wanted her first fuck to be cowgirl, and this was perfect.

She felt him lift the front of her skirt up, and she held onto his shaft and rubbed his glans against her cunt lips, spreading his pre-cum out across the exposed parts of her cunt. She loved that sticky feeling, but almost immediately, his glans nudged into the right place, and she was able to slide her body right down his cock. Oh, it felt so good to finally have a cock inside her, and she was looking forward to feeling him cum.

As he held up her skirt to enjoy the view of her cunt being impaled by his vertically standing cock, her pert unleashed hanging tits were moving rhythmically. She let go of his cock and put a hand on either side of their bodies and started sliding up and down, increasing speed a little as she gained confidence.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long. She had him really worked up, but she was in a position where his cock was rubbing up and down the top of her cunt, a glans rub that he knew was likely to bring her to orgasm imminently. He was just willing her to not change positions, and she didn’t, her body tensing not many seconds later. Here was her first cock induced cumming, and he lifted his hips off the bed to carry on the strokes, as she had stopped moving almost as soon as she started to cum. His little strokes kept the orgasm coming, whilst as soon as her body relaxed, he thrust in deep and she felt his cock spurting cum into her several distinct times.

She looked very happy, as she sat on him, cock slightly softening, but still buried in her cunt. After his cock shrank sufficiently, she climbed off, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her face down towards his cock. She got the idea; his cock, which was coated in their combined juices, was soon back in her mouth, her tongue cleaning their taste off his cock and her mouth and fingers slowly bringing his cock back to life. Over and over, she ran her mouth down and up, her fingers following close by. Towards the end, her mouth and tongue were starting to ache, but it was worth it, as that magnificent cock was getting back to peak hardness. She wondered if he had any cum left. She had to find out.

By rubbing the tip of her tongue down the underside of his shaft, she seemed to be able to milk a tiny pearl of precum out with every stroke. She liked the taste of precum, even more than the taste of their combined juices.

But obviously, he decided enough was enough as he gently slid her mouth off his cock. Then he got off the bed and manoeuvred her round, her ass now being in the centre of the bed and her lying down on her back on it. He climbed onto the bed, repeatedly kissing between her nipples (her glorious tits were still pert and hadn’t disappeared into her body) and her mouth. She found his cock again with her hand and began working it up and down with looped fingers. She didn’t want him to lose any of that hardness.

He helped by folding back the front of her skirt, to reveal her cunt to him once again. Now, the poor innocent girl was about to get one of his hard fucks, and with him having cum already, he knew it would be long and physical. He didn’t think she realised how long he would be able to last. She’d soon find out.

He sat up and rubbed his glans against her sticky, slightly shuddering cunt lips, and pushed past them with ease pushing in as far as he could get. She gasped as she felt his cock in further than it ever had been, and he gently kissed her before starting long strokes in and out, each time pushing in a little harder, until eventually he had built up a good speed and was slamming deep in full flight. Her gasps had morphed into screams as the speed built up, and her face had gone from amazement and pleasure to a gritted teeth determination to hang in there. She didn’t want this over too quickly, yet she knew she was close. His cock felt so hard and so big, and his speed and thrust showed no sign of reducing. But her control of her orgasm was fading, and she knew she was mere moments away. She decided to squeeze on his cock, using her muscles to tighten around his cock. As the dam broke on her orgasm, she involuntarily clamped down hard on his cock, and that was all he could take. She felt the throb of his cock again and again as he squirted cum even deeper in her cunt. So, he did have more, and she started to fear she had already become addicted to it. Losing her cherry, feeling a man cum in her, hadn’t sated her appetite at all – in fact, it made her want cum more.

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part One)

31 August 2024 /

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

5 August 2024 /

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)

20 July 2024 /

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.

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