The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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The End Of Rebecca (Part One)

2 October 2023 /

Right from the start of him fucking her, my now husband knew Rebecca would only be around at university for a year. But what a year it was! They fucked more days than they didn’t, and they slept in that tit-holding spoon position she loved at least twice every week. She absolutely made the most of the fabulous fucking, and she had half an idea she would have trouble topping this fucking when she got back home.

She wanted to go out on a high. She wanted their last evening, their last tit-holding spoon and then their last fuck, which she planned to be early morning on the day she left, to be a session of ages, memories to last a lifetime. But how to top their previous fucking exploits? She devised a plan, but did she have the nerve to carry it all out?

They started by going for a meal, during which she used a stocking covered foot to rub against his trousers to get his cock all excited and hard. She enjoyed that, and it got him nicely warmed up for the cinema.

Well, she had to. She loved a good cinema fuck, but this had a twist. They were in a film that had been out for a while, so the screen was fairly empty, and they were the only ones in the back row, and the blonde cinema employee was in attendance. He wondered how long it would take her to have her hand inside her panties. And the answer was not long: he had barely started kissing Rebecca when the blonde’s hand was working her own clit.

Rebecca climbed onto his seat, holding onto each arm rest with a hand, her ass on his chest and cunt hovering over his still trousered cock. He had seen her unbuttoning her blouse before she turned her back on him and so he put his hands up to her bra-covered tits and undid the front loading bra, letting the cups dangle as he grabbed onto each tit with a hand. She was supporting her weight on her arms leaving him free access to grope her tits quite roughly.

He was then somewhat confused to feel his trouser zip and button being undone – it couldn’t be Rebecca, but her body was stopping him seeing what was going on. Some hands pulled his cock free from his trousers and he felt a warm moist mouth slide over his cock, the tip of a tongue tracing the edge of his glans. The mouth rather expertly worked his length in and out, one of the hands cupping his balls, the other encircling his shaft and squeezing to get his cock harder.

Once it was nice and hard, he felt the mouth leave his cock and the hands grabbed it, rubbing the glans against Rebecca’s cunt, nudging it into the folds and lightly skirting across her clit. Once his glans was enveloped by her cunt, he felt her arms shake as she lowered herself fully onto it.

Once his cock was buried, the hands left it and Rebecca started rocking up and down plunging his cock into that moist receptive cunt he knew so well. As Rebecca was moving up and down his cock, he saw the blonde cinema worker get up off her knees and kiss Rebecca fully with tongues, a long snog sharing the taste of his cock.

Once they had finished, the blonde clambered onto my now husband’s seat as well, lifted up the front of her skirt and started masturbating into her panties. Her cunt was inches from his face, and he was mesmerised by her fingers and how they worked her cunt. Rebecca couldn’t see, but she could feel her plan was a hit as his cock was getting longer and harder inside her cunt and his working her tits was getting harder and rougher.

It wasn’t long before the cinema worker came, and then she used the front of her panties to soak up her juices, before starting to masturbate again, still in her panties. His cock grew again as the smell of her orgasm hit his nostrils, and her fingers seemed faster than ever working her panty-covered cunt. Her second orgasm arrived quite quickly, and this time, she almost immediately took her panties off, wiped over her cunt with them and then shoved them into his mouth. She then clambered off and went to drape herself over the seat in front of Rebecca, facing away from her and bent over with her face towards the floor and her ass in the air on top of the seat back. Rebecca leant forwards, dragging her tits away from his hands, and started licking away at her cunt. As the licking started, Rebecca’s focus on keeping rhythm waned, and so he used his free hands to grab on to her hips and to drag her up and down his cock, while she focussed on the blonde’s fragrant cunt in front of her.

Only a few licks in, he felt Rebecca cum, but he was relentless with his rhythm and she with the licking, so she was soon on the way to another orgasm. After some determined licking, the cinema worker came again, liberally coating Rebecca’s face with her cum, and then, she just got off the seat and left them to it. The view really was too much, and so he came really quickly in Rebecca’s cunt, and then he took his hands off her hips, put them down to her cunt and worked her clit until she came again, shuddering his fingers to prolong her orgasm.

When Rebecca climbed off, the blonde was nowhere to be seen, and they decided to leave the cinema. He had the blonde’s panties to remember her by, but he never saw her again and he never knew her name. He knew she tasted lovely though.

On the way back to the university, Rebecca and my now husband stopped for a snog, and he fingered her cunt again, making the most of every last second. Despite cumming only 20 minutes before, she was ready to cum again, so she had him on his knees, pulling her cunt onto his face as he licked her to orgasm, the cool breeze blowing across her ass cheeks as he did it.

Once they got back to campus, she took him to the main square, where it was a popular pastime for the final nights on campus for people to fuck in public in the square. There were four couples fucking on the grass when they got there, and two more arrived shortly afterwards. Soon enough, Rebecca was on the grass with her skirt up round her waist and he was on top of her, fucking her, ploughing his rock-hard cock into her already slick cunt. Whereas in the cinema, she had to keep quiet, here, she could join the other women shouting their heads off as they were cumming. She loved that freedom.

She came twice more before he came, his cock going almost instantly limp, and they got up, adjusted their clothes, and then sat on a bench overlooking the city. It wasn’t long before their hands were between each other’s legs, masturbating first gently and then quite fiercely. All too soon, she was on her knees between his legs giving him his second blow job of the night. She was sleepy and well fucked, so she wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his cum in her mouth. As his cock was so limp, having been used up, it took her quite a while to get it hard. Her mouth was aching before his cock was ready to explode, the sexy shape of her lips around his cock and her tongue running up the underside meant that finally, she was able to milk some cum out of it. She didn’t swallow, just rolling it to coat the inside of her mouth, ensuring every millimetre of her mouth was covered in his cum.

And with that, they went to bed, in their usual spooning position with his hand holding on to her tit. Perhaps surprisingly, she would miss that more than anything else. As she drifted off, she was pleased with her efforts to make it memorable. Just their last fuck in the morning to go. She wondered if her mouth would still taste of cum in the morning.

It did, and it was glorious, and before he awoke, she enjoyed him still having a strong grip on her tit, even after a good few hours’ sleep. In the middle of the night, she had woken to find him repositioning her, swapping sides to allow him to grip her other tit for the rest of the night. His strong grip squeezing her tits was perfect.

As he awoke, he (inevitably) released her tit and she rolled him over onto his back and they kissed, firmly yet gently and lovingly, getting a slight taste of last night’s cum from her mouth. She was getting a touch nervous now, as she had a plan to do something he’d jokingly mentioned before, but she had no idea how he’d react to her doing it for real. She knew there were many more fucks with many more women to come for him over the years, but in doing what she was about to do, she hoped it would make him love her cunt even more, that he’d remember the visuals and the feelings for years to come, that it would make him never forget her.

Mass Relief

5 September 2023 /

I’ve never been one for clubbing, but whilst at university, Melissa and I did frequent a lesbian friendly one at times, with a pack of girls who used to all go to keep an eye on each other. To be honest, for me, it was more a case of being somewhere Melissa and I could molest each other in public and nobody would mind.

The only downside was the trawl back up the hill to the university at the end of the night. Drinking alcopops all evening resulted in a 3am hike with a bunch of rowdy pissed up women, hardly the height of decorum.

The first such evening happened a month after I got together with Melissa. Neither of us had been with this group before, but as we spent the whole of one evening in a university bar tongue kissing and groping each other’s tits, we were both invited along the next Friday. It was February and we were thrown out of the club as it was closing, and we started the long meander. A kebab part way (where there were 4 grades of chilli sauce, mild, medium, hot and student) and a bucket of fizzy stuff to wash the heat down, and about 2/3 of the way up the hill, all those alcopops and all that fizz hit my bladder, ramped up by it being cold as well. It turns out I wasn’t the only one, as a couple of the girls started talking about desperately needing a piss.

A couple of minutes later, the group abruptly came to a halt in the alley that connected to the university land, stopped under a bright streetlight. One of the women became the organiser, asking who was going first? I had no idea what was happening, but three of the women stepped forwards.

They were waved off the path and they went and stooped down on their heels, their backs leaning against a brick wall. They each pulled their dresses and skirts up and panties aside, and then, one at a time, starting with the one of the left, the women each spread their pissflaps with their fingers and just pissed, an arc of piss emanating from their revealed pissholes, strong, blatant, free of all cares, and beautifully illuminated by the streetlight. Three wonderful women all emptying their bladders in full view of the crowd of women. And we were all watching and enjoying the view, basking in the moment. An unexpected thrill.

It was the first time I’d seen a woman piss, and never even dreamed of crouching down in a row and doing it, let alone of holding my pissflaps open for all to see. This was before it became popular as an internet craze, so it was unknown, and very exciting. Once all three had finished, they pulled their panties back over their cunts and stood up, curtseying a little for the crowd. The thought went through my head of three moist cunts leaving damp pissy patches on the panties that covered them, as none of them had wiped their piss flaps dry.

Three more took their places and repeated the ritual, including one, who didn’t have panties on at all, and so would have dripped all the way up the hill. I found the thought of that ridiculously sexy, as if a row of pissing women wasn’t sexy enough.

After the second batch, the organiser looked round and came over to Melissa and me. We three were the last of the group, and the organiser wanted a piss herself, so she offered us the chance to join in. Melissa was a touch hesitant, but I really really needed to empty my bladder, and like NOW!, so was raring to go. Not only was my bladder bursting, but seeing the others piss and more importantly hearing it (and their relief) had done me in. I had to go. Sod if Melissa wasn’t, I sure as fuck was. In the end, Melissa decided she didn’t want to be left out, so she crouched down in the middle, me of the left and the organiser on the right to finish off.

As I lifted up my skirt, I couldn’t quite believe what I was about to do. Six pairs of eyes looking up and down the row first at our panties, then at our cunts. My panties were some of the tiniest I owned, and basically moulded themselves to the shape of my lips. I peeled them aside and felt the light breeze blowing across my cunt. My bladder throbbing snapped me back to reality. I looked left to see Melissa and the organiser looking towards me, cunts exposed, waiting for me to begin.

I put my hands down to my cunt and peeled aside the pissflaps, revealing my pinkness and my pisshole to the assembled throng. I looked round to see six sets of eyes trained on my pisshole, just waiting for my stream to begin.

I was nervous. I didn’t really know if I could piss in those circumstances. I need not have concerned myself though. I relaxed my muscles only slightly, and the pressure from my full bladder meant that a nice strong stream almost immediately emerged, arcing away from my body and landing a good distance away from my feet. The relief was immense, and completely wiped away any nerves and concerns I had. The stream seemed to go on for ever, and I was actually able to smile at the attention and adoration those faces showed me. I had to say I really enjoyed it and was disappointed when my stream subsided. When I was definitely done, I let go of my pissflaps and looked to Melissa.

She opened her pissflaps and after a short delay, a weak stream began, which soon strengthened to a strong arc as her bladder emptied. The smile on her face said she enjoyed it as well, and our two performances were capped off by the organiser, who seemed to angle her pelvis up a touch and made her arc of piss much higher and therefore longer than the rest of it. She was showing off now. I resolved to try that the next time – I wanted there to be a next time.

We all put our panties back in place and wandered up the hill, our panties getting wet with the piss we would usually dab off with toilet roll. It felt very naughty.

Talking to one of the regulars as we walked up the hill, none of them piss before leaving the club, and they always have a bucket of fizzy stuff with the kebab to make sure they are bursting before they reach the streetlight. It was by luck that neither Melissa nor I realised the time, as we may have pissed before leaving – we just didn’t have the chance. This is a ritual they repeated every Friday, and Melissa and I were there for all of them after that. I suppose that is why it has always been easier for me to piss in front of others – I had had loads of practise.

After each public pissing, Melissa and I always licked each other’s cunts clean of piss when we got back to one of our rooms, this being my first taste of another woman’s piss. It wasn’t the taste, but the act that was so special, and the last time I was in my university town, I made a point of going to that streetlight at 3am (this time with Victoria) and we both carried out the same piss ritual, in honour of those amazing women who I regularly pissed there with.

Making Me Wait (Part Two)

15 August 2023 /

Having had my ass filled with my husband’s cock, and then had an empty asshole for a couple of hours, with nothing to do other than think about how full my asshole was and now empty it now was, I was hyped up and craving a full asshole again. After that two hours of torture, he had me fill my cunt with my yoni stone and my ass with my inflatable butt plug (inflated to eyewatering levels) and then I was to use my wand to cum on camera for him.

With the vicious wand (which is my preferred wand these days), I usually started on low power and then stepped up the power to get to the highest settings, but not today. I was desperate to cum, so I whacked it on full power and applied the clit tool. I was so hyped up, so ready to cum, that I came in under thirty seconds, and it was a big one too, making me cry out loud and dampen the sheet between my legs.

As soon as the orgasm was over, I applied the wand to my clit again, still on full power. I was so relieved to cum, but I knew instantly that it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed another strong powerful orgasm. I was so hyped up that I just needed to cum again right now. It was only a couple of minutes of full-on clitoral assault before I was cumming again. I yelled the house down and realised after I had finished that I was a ball of sweat with an ever-growing damp patch on the sheets.

For a few moments, I forgot myself, but then I remembered the instructions. Three with the wand, so back on went the wand, causing my clit to throb a little in pain. I was in that place where I couldn’t give a fuck about it – my clit was taking one for the team. It was painful to apply the vicious wand, yet I had to apply it because I needed that third orgasm. My clit would just have to suffer. At least I would get both the pleasure and the pain. Sublime!

But even with the vicious wand on full power, the third orgasm was taking a while to come. I was so desperate, and my clit was throbbing with overuse, but I couldn’t deploy my fingers to help. I sometimes think you can wish too much, and it hinders you, and this is where I was. But the camera was running, and I needed to cum. All whilst I was holding the vicious wand at full power on my clit, I tried to calm down and think of the mercilessness of the pegging I’d dish out to his ass next time I was doing it. I felt the all-important warning signs in my cunt and started to move my hips to maximise the orgasm. Even though I was so desperate to cum, on instinct I tried to hold it off as long as I could. Eventually, though, the wave of orgasm overcame me, and I yelled in pleasure at my release.

I considered stopping there, but I really wanted that spanking, and so quickly began working on orgasm number 4, this time, without the wand, but with three fingers fucking my cunt, lubricated by my juices with just a thumb occasionally stroking across my throbbing clit. My finger fuck was quick to bring along number 4, and I didn’t even lose rhythm in carrying on towards number 5. It was hard work and quite a long finger fuck, but I eventually crept across the line for orgasm 5. One more to go, but I felt I needed to try something else.

I applied the wand to each nipple in turn, until they were each rock-hard and enormous. Then I moved the wand down and applied it to my perineum, wedging it against the bed, ensuring I could feel the vibrations right through my butt plugged ass and yoni stone filled cunt. Then I started tweaking and squeezing my poor clit with one hand, and finger fucking my cunt with the other. All this built up to provide me with orgasm 6, a new personal best for me in such a short space of time, and an orgasm that required a lot of persistence and a lot of patience. But I still delayed it as long as I could, and it was another big one.

I was totally exhausted, and a dripping sweatball. The pose he had me in was not flattering and the intensity of the hour-long session tired me out. I stopped the filming and messaged him to say I was done for all six. He messaged me back saying how great it was and how much my ass would regret it later. That made me smile.

But then, in a separate message, he asked if I wanted another orgasm before he came home, and I stupidly said I probably would. So then came another set of instructions. I was to remove the yoni stone and inflatable butt plug, and then lay still in the same unflattering position to watch the video I had just made in full, without speeding it up or missing anything out, and whilst watching it, I wasn’t allowed to touch my cunt, ass, or tits. I hate looking at myself on video, so I’ve generally not watched if he records me. This time, he was trying to get me worked up again, and he succeeded, because even though the pose was very unflattering, I was worked up and ready to cum again by the end of the video.

It was a brilliant plan and one I could not resist. When he got home from work, I was still watching the videos and he made me finish watching it and cum one last time before he started working on me.

He checked back the videos to make sure I had complied, and as a reward, he gave me that spanking he promised. At least a thorough and harsh ass spanking distracted me from the pain in my clit for a bit, and finally, after my ass was red, marked and painful, he lubed up my asshole and gave me that ass fuck I’d been needing all afternoon. It was heaven, and I swear he was even larger than before. He kept my ass filled and fucked for another whole hour, by this point, I was well beyond exhausted, and therefore, he just kept it in there as long as he wanted. Ever since this started, all I wanted was his cock in my ass again, and I got it for a whole hour.

He could see how exhausted I was, and he didn’t want me focussing on my empty asshole again when he finally finished, so this time, when he finally withdrew his cock, he replaced it with my comfy butt plug. He knew I could dream and squeeze down on that as much as I liked whilst I rested and recovered. It turned out to be a very long day, and one I absolutely adored, and when I woke up, I wanted his cock inside my ass again…..

Making Me Wait (Part One)

28 July 2023 /

It was only a couple of hours. Having just had my ass filled with his enormous rock-hard cock for over an hour, relentlessly pounding, slamming, growing and cumming, my husband wanted me to just think about only my asshole for a couple of hours, thinking about how full my asshole was, how stretched it felt, how I felt like I couldn’t take him growing any further and then he grew again and stretched me even more, and then to think about how terribly empty my asshole now was, how it was yearning to be filled again, how it was desperate to feel his enormous rock-hard cock again, an empty chasm that I couldn’t fill for a couple of hours. In fact, he told me to do nothing for a couple of hours other than think about my full asshole and my empty asshole. I wasn’t allowed to touch my clit, cunt, ass, asshole and even my tits. Nothing.

A couple of hours doesn’t sound much, but when you are this hyped up, craving that full feeling I adore and you are not allowed to relieve yourself, it is agony. It had only been 35 minutes, and yet I was desperate to be filled again. And he had fucked off to a meeting.

He told me he’d message me and let me know what I was to do after the two hours. But he told me to not focus on waiting for the message. He wanted active focussing on my empty asshole and full asshole. I had to really feel the fullness and the emptiness. For two whole hours.

I had set an alarm for the two hours and then turn the clock around so that I couldn’t focus on the minutes ticking away. Closing my eyes, I could really focus on the fullness. It wasn’t that long ago that I was desperately full, a rock-hard piston pumping into me, every inch of its length stretching my pucker open, still growing, right on the edge of being painful, but not quite getting there. I could still feel it, the size, the hardness, the tugging of the motion as he fucked my asshole, the feeling of fullness that I love.

And then I got snapped back to the yawning emptiness, reminded of his size by the pulsing of my asshole as I squeeze it together, trying to grip a cock that wasn’t there. I squeezed it almost involuntarily in the hope it would be filled again. It wasn’t. Even a finger would have helped, but I wasn’t allowed, so all I could do was dream, imagine, remember, squeeze on a non-existent invader, and hope he would fill it again later.

I would have settled for an orgasm, hoping that would at least be a relief, but I wasn’t allowed that either, even the merest of touches of anywhere sexual were out. I was a massive ball of sexual need, just waiting for some relief, any relief, best of all a filled asshole again.

A couple of hours wait with a cavernously empty asshole was almost torture, but somehow, I made it through the time. It was a massive piece of mental edging that needed no physical input from anyone. It was exquisitely frustrating and divine in equal measure.

Out of the blue, I finally received my instructions for carrying out only after the two hours was up. I was to insert my yoni stone into my cunt (it is large, so really fills my cunt), then I was to insert my inflatable butt plug in my asshole and inflate it until I could take no more. Then, every minute for the next fifteen, I had to inflate the butt plug a little more. “Eye wateringly full” was the phrase he used. Only then could I apply the vicious wand with clit attachment to my clit. He had set the video camera up and I was to video myself filling my holes and then having three orgasms whilst filled like that, orgasms provoked by clit attachment and wand alone. Then, if I wanted to be spanked that evening, I would need to have another three orgasms, which I could get any way I liked, as long as both holes stayed full and provided I came on video.

The prospect of six orgasms was tantalising, and the waiting, the thinking about being full and empty, all went to heighten my arousal, and I knew it would strengthen my orgasms. He knew six solo orgasms would be a challenge for me, which I’m sure was why he picked a number that high, and he told me that if I wanted any more orgasms after the six, I would have to ask him for permission. He knows how to pull my strings. That would just make me want to cum even more and I’d probably be on at him soon after my sixth asking for permission. He knew what he was doing. He was going to end up with me horny for the rest of the day, and most probably a tired orgasmed out wreck, although I would still want him back in my asshole again regardless of how exhausted I was.

I hate the thoughts of being on camera, but I needed to cum, and to do that, it had to be recorded. I slumped in front of the camera with my legs spread wide and the camera looking right up my body. It was a very unflattering pose, selected deliberately I’m sure to make me feel very self-conscious. I turned the camera on and started lubing up my yoni stone before inserting it into my cunt. I flexed my muscles until it reached the correct location, and then I stopped to allow it to settle.

Then I lubed up the inflatable butt plug and rolled my body back, my spreadeagled ass being in shot and my asshole coming into view. Unflattering didn’t cover it, but I was in no mood to wait. I gently teased at my asshole with the tip of the plug, and slowly over a couple of minutes worked in into my asshole, my sphincter closing around the narrow neck of the plug.

Rolling forwards again to my slumped position, I grabbed the bulb and started to squeeze it, pushing small gusts of air into the plug. I love the feeling of the plug growing inside my ass, and it had plenty to grow. “Eye wateringly full” is what he wanted, and this girl and her asshole were going to deliver. When it was full and verging on painful, I stopped inflating, letting my insides adjust to the two intruders. The plug presses on the yoni stone, accentuating the fullness feeling there too. It felt so good to be full again, after the previous two hours of emptiness and denial.

As per instructions, each minute for the next fifteen, I inflated it a little more, each time stopping at just before painful, and then giving my ass the rest of the minute to become used to the size.

I was full. Very full, and still waiting for an orgasm. But I was near, and by the time the fifteen minutes was up, I was so gagging for it. My eyes did actually water at the size of the inflatable butt plug. It was so large that it really was taking my mind off the film being recorded. Time to apply the vicious wand to my poor clit.

Oh My God, I Think I’m Rebecca!

12 July 2023 /

You may have seen a comment under one of the earlier Rebecca posts that said, “Oh my god, I think I’m Rebecca.” Well, after a few exchanged emails, it turns out that she was the Rebecca in question! A friend of hers is a regular reader and saw similarities with those posts and the ramblings of a drunken Rebecca in confessions type games played over the years. You could see the genuine delight in Rebecca and my husband seeing each other again, even only on a screen, after over twenty years.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned blue, and Rebecca made the suggestion to get our tits out. Rebecca’s were (unsurprisingly) no longer gravity defying, but they still look glorious. My husband has always had an eye for a fabulous pair of tits and Rebecca remembered him treating hers like they were princesses, almost straying into worship territory, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Given how upbeat the discussion started, I was surprised when it took a melancholic turn. Theirs was the best sex she ever had. After she left their university, she went back home to America, bouncing through a series of inadequate lovers until she landed on the man she married. He is a wonderful man is pretty much every way, apart from the fact that he doesn’t get her going sexually like my husband did. She wouldn’t want to be married to any other man than her husband, but she really needs a lot more in her sexual life. For a good while, she has had some extra sex at work, but that wasn’t the most fulfilling sex for her. I think my husband would have jumped on a plane that minute to give her the seeing-to that she deserved, and I think she knew that too. It was really rather sweet.

But she perked up enormously when she started talking about some of their shared moments that she remembers and enjoyed. She was quite open in discussing how their sexual exploits had powered a lifetime of masturbation, that she thought of their sexual exploits a couple of times a day even now whilst fingering herself or using a toy, and I think that made him a little proud.

She remembers that first weekend of Toon and the fucking with affection, but her favourites of their encounters were in a more risky environment. She wouldn’t try it today, but there were a lot fewer cameras around when they were fucking, and so you could take bigger risks. Right back from when she was at high school, she had an obsession with fucking in the cinema. The first porn that she remembered watching over and over again was a story based on that premise, and at that young age, it always got her the most excited when masturbating.

The cinema in question that she and my husband fucked in was an older refurbished one, and as was the fashion at the time, they had premium seats at the back, with more leg room, arms on the chairs and were much more comfortable. They were therefore much easier to fuck in.

When they first went, he had no idea of her obsession. He thought there might be some snogging and groping, but he had no idea she was hoping for full sex. They were on the back row, along with two other couples and the kissing started before the film even started. As they leaned in together to kiss, her hand went down to his trouser-enclosed cock and she started squeezing it. It soon woke up and started pointing upwards, this allowing her to rub in her favourite way – along the underside of his cock right down to his balls. She had found through experience that this particular rub made him harder than any other. I don’t think he realised they would progress beyond masturbation – he thought she’d make him cum in his pants and then leave him there for the duration of the film.

He realised she was serious, when without moving her hand from its rubbing motion, she manoeuvred her body so it was in front of him, still facing the screen. She stopped rubbing to release his cock from its cloth cage, then with one hand, held his cock in a straight up position and with the other, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, before lowering her very slick cunt onto his hard cock, which was getting harder by the second.

He briefly considered grabbing her tits, but he decided to grab her hips to steady her and give her a hand in maintaining rhythm. As she started sliding up and down, he looked left and right to see both other couples not paying attention to the film either. On the left, the woman (who was mid 20s) had her tits out and was giving the man (slightly older) a really long sloppy blow job. On the right, the woman (late teens) too was bouncing on the man’s lap (he was a similar age). My now husband also realised that there was a cinema employee working the auditorium, but she seemed to be ignoring them fucking at the back.

All that made him get harder still, and he knew his glans was rubbing the inside of her cunt behind her clit with every stroke. He knew her cunt; this wasn’t going to take long.

After too short a time, he felt her cunt clench round his cock, and he felt her body violently shake. It was like her having to stay quiet had left her body as full body shivers instead, and she sat on his lap recovering with his hard cock still buried in her cunt.

Her breathing was really fast, and he took it slowing as a sign of recovery, and using his hands on her hips, he began minute movements of her body up and down his cock. She got the idea, as she got her legs working again powering more slides up and down his cock. Whilst it had softened a little during her recovery, it soon became hard again and soon his glans was rubbing again, and soon, she was violently shaking again, each period of shaking was accompanied by a hefty moistening of her cunt, and that was before he’d filled it with cum.

Mind you, that wasn’t certain. She was clearly way too excited about the situation, and he did wonder if she’d manage to carry on until he came. He needn’t have worried. This girl was nothing but fair. In total, she had four lots of cunt moistening violent shakes, the last one took longer to arrive and her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles finally finished him off.

And with cum filled cunt, she just got up off his lap, pulled her panties back in place and sat on her seat to start to watch the film. He watched the couple to the left, who by that point were fucking themselves. The woman on the right had clearly got bored with the film and so resorted to a long slow blow job to amuse herself, with him just stroking her hair to keep it out of the way.

They fucked in the back rows of that cinema a lot, and they even saw a blonde member of staff with her hand inside her skirt on more than one occasion.

You could tell just how vivid the memories were, as Rebecca was masturbating whilst she was telling it. We asked her to move the camera so we could see her do it, thus affording my husband of his first view of her cunt over twenty years. I think we all knew it would not be our last view of it.

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