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I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part Two)

12 January 2023 /

My constant horniness and my drive for orgasms brought on by his cock had turned me into a bit of needy sex slut in those first few weeks of our relationship. Luckily, my husband never tired of fucking, and the more I had, the more I wanted, especially outside the bed, which was a world I was really only starting to appreciate at this point.

One evening a few weeks into our relationship whilst we were cuddling on the sofa after a bent over the sofa arm fuck, he asked whether I had been fucked in every room in the house. (It was my place from before we got together). I admitted I hadn’t, and he said he thought we needed to put that right. I would have never been interested in such an idea before (I was more of a comfort kind of girl back then), and yet I found that I really wanted to do it.

So, during the course of the first few months, we did fuck in every room, firstly fairly randomly, latterly with a little more purpose to fill in the gaps. Then, I suggested we go round again this time doing anal (as we were fairly well practised by then) and during the second year, we added pegging too, as by then he was well used to being pegged and I was enjoying training his ass to take larger dildos.

During that time, the lounge was the most fucked in room; that sofa was thoroughly misused, with various sitting positions, being bent over the arms or seats and kneeling on the seat leaning on the back of the sofa to allow him access from behind. We could also almost lie out flat across the sofa, so he could give me anal and cuddle down behind me whilst he was doing it.

An early favourite location was at the bottom of the stairs; I stood one step up and bent at the waist and lay my lower arms flat on a stair. The effect was to make my ass the highest part of me and to really open out my cunt for viewing. I got excited, even then, by the exposure and the vulnerability. He still loves this position and a step lower for my feet works well for anal too. The rawness of this position really emboldened us to find interesting ways to fuck, not just on a rug on the floor in a given room.

And some rooms weren’t easy to fuck in. In the (really quite small) bathroom, we found a small piece of wall where Lazy Man was a viable position. We also found we could do Reverse Cowgirl with me sitting on him sitting on the toilet – a much repeated favourite.

The second bedroom was so full of stuff that standing up was the only option, and it was my first experience of being fucked up against a wall. It was also my first experience of my legs giving way after an orgasm and ending up being wedged up against the wall hanging on a cock. This position is even better in anal, as me being pressed against a hard surface means he gets real drive and power.

The final place inside that house that we ticked off was the kitchen. I know it is rather unhygienic to fuck in the kitchen, and I took a lot of persuasion to do it, but I enjoyed this enormously. Our favourite was bent over the sink, and I got fucked this way every couple of weeks. We also fucked against the washing machine, bent over the cooker (when it wasn’t on, of course), bent over the work surface, and on the floor. Anal in particular is unhygienic, so he really enjoyed nailing my ass in the kitchen. There is something incredibly dirty about being anally fucked in a kitchen, followed by cooking a meal in there shortly afterwards. I know it is wrong, but I just love it.

He initiated the idea of fucking in every room in that house, and that just morphed into something bigger. We’ve fucked in every bed we’ve ever slept in, every car we’ve had, every room we’ve stayed in and every room in every house we’ve lived in.

But there were two more places on that first property he had suggested, and it did take me a while to dare to try. We had a back garden and a shed, and he thought we should fuck in them. (There was no front garden – the door opened straight onto the street). I hadn’t fucked outside since university, and the garden was rather overlooked, so it would be a risky business. The breakthrough came one weekend when we’d been clearing out the shed. I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind (and we were on the verge of moving out, and my mind had come to the conclusion that I would regret not fucking in those two places, so I decided not to put panties on and when the shed was mostly clear, I bent over the workbench, slipped my skirt up over my ass cheeks and he got the message. The shed window had a net curtain, and I was facing the window, and given there was no light in the shed, I doubt anyone could see us, but it felt quite risky anyway. Over the course of the next week, we did anal and pegging in there too.

So, there was outside left. We had a gazebo with sides in the garden, so we fucked in there first. This was quite difficult, as it is hard for me to stay quiet when fucking, but we seemed to get away with it, by fucking late at night (as it was the summer). We did all three types in there, and cunt quite a lot more.

We finally began fucking outside properly when we got back home one night about 3am. I wanted a fuck and when we looked outside, it was pretty black. So, we stripped off and he fucked me in the middle of the lawn. It was amazing feeling the wind blowing over me. We only had two weeks before we moved house, so we did a couple more 3am encounters to do the anal and pegging, and our task was complete. In later times, we realised this was our first real sexual challenge, and I’m glad we did complete it. Each time we move, one of the first things he does in our new kitchen was to put a table on the wall with tick boxes for this challenge.

Since then, we’ve fucked in every shed, every garage (both inside and outside the car) and every garden (including front ones and communal ones). We’ve even fucked on the communal stairs and private balconies in the block of flats we’ve lived in and we’ve fucked a number of times late at night in our storage units.

We’ve never missed an opportunity, and the weight of all that history makes us determined to not miss one in the future.

And all that weight of history, all those amazing memories of fucks, all those taboo places and acts ticked off just make me want to wank myself silly. No wonder I’m always horny. Sometimes, even a good hard orgasm from my fingers isn’t enough to douse the horniness for long, and I have to go again and again, until my fingers can take no more. This has the feeling of being one of those times.

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part One)

3 January 2023 /

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee, even for me. I don’t know what is going on with my body today. I’m just ridiculously horny.

To be fair, I’ve been drafting blog posts all day, and I always end up horny, but writing these blogs is a careful balancing act. If I act on my horniness (i.e., if I cum), I lose interest and the ability to write sexy stuff. If I’m not the slightest bit horny at the start, I just can’t write sexy stuff at all, and I can’t force it: it just turns out boring and a turn off.

So, my struggle, loyal blog reader, is to stay horny whenever I’m writing and to only act on my horniness once I’ve finished for a writing session. That’s easier said than done, when you spend hour upon hour reading about and reminiscing about how your cunt was filled, or how your ass was filled or spanked, or how you got to lick a delicious juicy cunt. And the more frustrated I get (by not allowing myself to cum), the more filthily descriptive I get too. I put myself through this torture just for you all, which is why I’m always very pleased to find out that people wank to my posts. I want to be doing it, so I’m glad you lot are!

And getting to a hundred blog posts has brought about a bit of a checkpoint in my sex life, a bit of musing really, about me, how I’ve changed, how my sex life has changed and what this blog is doing for me.

I mean, I’m a totally different sexual beast than I was a nearly eleven years ago, when I first got with my now husband. I was very much an “in bed” girl at that point. I’d fucked a few women at university, but I’d decided to commit to my men of the time and tried to give women up (although there was the odd one who sneaked through). I also ended up not doing any sexual experimentation and turned very vanilla, really because the men in question were. None of them made me orgasm often from their cocks, and I genuinely thought it was me, that I was one of those women who had trouble cumming from penetration alone.

Indeed, the first time, my husband’s cock didn’t make me cum, although that was most probably him being out of practice at staying erect and therefore not fucking me for long enough to allow me to cum. But it felt so good to have him cumming inside me that I didn’t care. And I didn’t expect anything, so I was very happy.

I still remember how smug he was when he made me cum that first time. I’d told him I didn’t cum from penetration (to allow him to enjoy sex without focussing on something I thought wouldn’t happen). So, when his cock was rubbing on the top of inside of my cunt right behind my clit, and I told him how good it felt, he focussed on that one body movement. I think he sensed it. These days, I’d tell him to be careful and he’d slow down to prolong our fuck, but on that day, I just needed for once to cum by a cock, I was desperate to cum by penetration alone. But even then, I couldn’t resist trying to hang on, trying to delay what I then realised was the inevitable. But the tip of his cock rubbing was sooooo goooood that I didn’t stand a chance, and when I did cum, I gripped onto his body, cried out and shuddered in a way I never really had before, his continued rhythmic thrusting just prolonging my body-wide convulsions.

He did look smug, indeed, as he kissed me again, he told me I’d need to get used to cumming hard, because it was quite easy to make happen. I told him to not make a big deal of it, but secretly, I knew it was a big deal and that my sex life had just got a load better, and indeed, it is very infrequently that we fuck, and I don’t cum.

But going back to the beginning, and the night my now-husband first kissed me he could have fucked me if he wanted. Proper snogging with tongues, playing with my covered tits and deciding we should be an item seemed enough for him though.

During these early days of our relationship, long before we got kinky, we were very tentative, as I didn’t want to scare him off. I first got my tits out for him, and he first sucked on my nipples the third day we were together. He popped in several times on that third day, and each time, I got more brazen in thrusting my naked tits at him. He first fucked my cunt on our fifth evening (and as I have had a coil since well before this, we have always been bareback). My blouse was undone, and my bra was off, my tits proudly out in all their glory, and my skirt was pulled up around my waist (and I was pantyless from before he had arrived). I was playing with his cock and then rubbing my exposed crotch against him in Cowgirl, and he slipped in; I made him grow with a combination of my cunt muscles and having my naked tits in his face, and I made him cum inside me for the first time of many. How long had I waited for that, and how good did it feel? But a partially unclothed fuck set the scene and even to this day, I’m rarely totally naked for a fuck, not because I want to hide my body, but because partially clothed seems a whole lot sluttier.

We split our early fucking between the bed and the sofa although the sofa was definitely seeing more of the action. The second time I had his cock in my cunt, we were on the sofa, his cock was getting quite hard, and I just clambered up, pulled my panties aside and climbed on. Something like that was pretty unusual for me, but I couldn’t resist. The fourth time we fucked was in Reverse Cowgirl on the sofa, and that was quite a thing for me, as my ass was a little larger than on my photo and was still a little conscious of it. So, to put my ass as the main thing he could see was quite a thing. I remember him cumming pretty quickly, so he clearly liked what he saw.

Over the first few weeks, we fucked on the sofa more than in the bed, that poor sofa getting quite a hammering. (In fact, a few years later, we fucked it to death, one by one the springs going as we fucked on it. It gave its life for my orgasms, and for that, I am eternally grateful).

Little did I know when I got with my husband just how much of his sex life before me had been out of the bedroom. For many years, he was a big fan of ass up head down type positions and having a woman bent over stuff. The bulk of his sex life was friends with benefits type arrangements, and often, that was opportunistic not in bed type scenarios.

So, us fucking on the sofa gave him the impression that I was used to doing this, and he just carried on in the same vein. I was so turned on by the naughtiness of fucking outside the bed that I got carried away, my horniness levels were high and consistently so, and this only drove my requirement for some hard fucks.

Christmas Cheer

26 December 2022 /

My husband and I aren’t massive Christmas people. We’ve both got things in our histories that put a dampener on the season, and given it is my husband’s birthday, we celebrate that in the main and we just normally spend the day snuggling and fucking.

But this year, we have had some really special news to brighten up the season and bring us some Christmas cheer. You see, whilst Victoria was away for work this year, she has been staying down south with our friend Laura. It was us that originally introduced them (at one of our parties), and Laura’s was a convenient place for Vicki to crash, but it quickly turned into a good friendship, and soon after a friendship with some casual sex.

Some casual sex turned into rather a lot of very intimate sex and over the past few months, it appeared to us to be turning into a full-blown relationship, as we had noticed them behaving more and more as a couple. Seems that it happened somewhat by accident, and they only recently realised themselves (a good while after we had). When we stayed with them last week, it was clear they needed to talk something through, so after we got our tits out but before any of us began working towards an orgasm, we had a summit.

Summits are a part of a well-functioning polyamorous relationship, and of course, Vicki is our much loved third and someone we already have an enormously deep relationship with. She was very relieved to know that we had realised what was going on. Be hard not to: you can see it in their eyes and in their interactions. They are very much in love.

Things like this are a crossroads in a polyamorous relationship, and my husband and I had talked a few days before that it was likely she would want out of the relationship, and we would obviously let her go, but would have been tremendously sad at doing so. But things didn’t work out like that.

What Vicki was really nervous about was asking whether we would like a new sort of polyamorous relationship, one built on two married couples rather than one married couple and a third. The married couple and a third thing always did feel a little uneven for me, but it was the best we could do. We loved her and wanted her in our relationship. It was just the reality of the situation that my husband would always be my first concern and me his. This new structure would have Vicki and Laura being each other’s first concern. Seemed much fairer.

And Laura is already very close to us, and perhaps closer than we realised. We helped her to get over her husband’s affair, helped her to reconnect with her lesbian side and brought sex back to life for her. Through all that, we developed really close connections too, and it is something my husband and I have discussed for a while. What we didn’t realise is the connection she felt for us, almost at times jealous of not being part of our family. It was never just about great sex for her, it was always much more than that, but she never really told us.

So, having fallen totally in love with Vicki, this was the perfect arrangement for Laura. They were just scared we wouldn’t want to. They need not have worried. It was the easiest decision my husband and I ever made (although we did privately discuss it to make sure it was what we each wanted).

So, as of last week, we are a polycule of two couples, each pair of the four people closely emotionally connected through love and care, and physically connected through fucking good sex, kink and common bonds.

And as part of the polycule, Laura and Vicki intend to get married next year, and are therefore officially engaged. They’ve already asked me to be chief bridesmaid and my husband to be best man – that makes the best man fucking the chief bridesmaid almost a certainty!

My husband and I are absolutely over the moon with the whole situation. For someone who started with us with no interest in a relationship, our beloved Victoria is now totally and utterly in love, and you can just see what a connection they have. Laura has been through a lot and deserves happiness, and in Vicki and our relationships, she’s having a great chance of that. My husband and I couldn’t be happier with the way it has all worked out.

And of course, we will also still have sex with others, with appropriate agreement from all involved, it just extends our family by one and means Laura is as committed to the family as Vicki, rather than just having some great sex with us.

We talked about living and working arrangements, and how impractical four people living in one place and all mostly working from home would be. Laura had previously decided that she needs to get away from the bad memories that are all around where she currently lives, and therefore, she has decided to sell her house down south. They’ve both seen and experienced enough of what life is like up here to realise they want a bit of that in their futures too, so Laura is going to buy somewhere in our village, hopefully only a minute or two away, and we’ll all have keys to both, so living will be flexible and varied. I feel incredibly lucky to be here, and with these two amazing women both totally committed to our relationships.

And by way of emphasising how much sex there will be between the four of us, my husband and I fucked them both later in the evening, starting as we meant to go on. He had us all in a row bending over the sofa, cunts on display, moving his cock seamlessly from penetrating one cunt to the next before any of us could cum. My husband’s cock seemed particularly hard, and he was switching from cunt to cunt without losing any structural integrity. Having three cunts to fuck really suits him! He eventually ended up cumming in Laura’s ass in her favourite pinned against the wall anal position. He didn’t allow any of the three of us to cum, until at the end, we lay in a triangle, and each licked each other to orgasm. A perfect way to cement our new relationships (if a little frustrating at being edged until the end).

So, in a change of plans, Laura and Vicki are both here for Christmas. They arrived on Christmas Eve Eve, and almost immediately, the lounge became a sea of bare tits and asses, and hairless cunts (as Laura has completed her electrolysis and is as hairless as me and Vicki).

And Laura has already handed over her panties to my husband to lock away. Like Vicki and me, she’s now without periods thanks to her Mirena, and so she too pledged to be pantyless, exactly five years to the day from when I did so.

In some ways, all these whirlwind changes are so surreal, and yet in other ways, they are so perfect. It just feels so comfortable and right. After a pretty crappy year for everything apart from sex, kink, this blog and my relationships, it is a perfect end to the year and a great way to start 2023.

Happy Christmas everyone (or whatever you are celebrating at the moment). Stay safe. Have orgasms. And then have some more orgasms, as there are never enough orgasms in the world.

Mira xxx

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part Two)

11 May 2022 /

It was the last fuck of the week, and one I knew would truly break my poor body. I had been feeling quite good ass-fucking Sara, but that motion always takes it out of me, and I end up exhausted and somewhat broken.

And it was in that already broken state that I began being prepared for my first airtight experience. I had stupidly decided to have Sara’s husband do a brutal face fuck on me, as well as have my husband’s cock in my asshole (where it seems to get unfeasibly large and hard) and then Sara (who was still fairly broken) wielding a strap-on into my cunt and forcing the wand on my clit. My clit was already fairly used up from the repeated orgasms and rubbing of the strap-on whilst I was fucking Sara, so I had no idea if it would cope. All in all, I had set this up in the most extreme way, and I knew I had to take whatever they unleashed on me. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t get to the end.

To give Sara a chance of being able to take an active part in this, I had her laying down on the bed, strap-on pointing straight up and wand in hand. After a little wand play, my cunt moistened, and I slid the strap-on all the way in. I felt so full, and it felt so close to my cervix.

My asshole was being lubed, and very soon, I felt the familiar feeling of my husband’s cock burrowing its way through my pucker and then start growing with comparatively small movements. Then I was presented with Sara’s husband’s only slightly hard cock. I eagerly inhaled it, using my tongue over the head and sucking as best as I could. I was already airtight, and my mouth action suddenly produced a hardening of his cock. I felt his hands grasp either side of my head and I knew the brutal face fuck was mere seconds away. Sara was pawing at my tits and had the wand on full power, my husband was increasing the speed of him ploughing into my asshole, his motions making the strap-on slide in and out of my cunt as well.

And then her husband began, his cock getting harder, the end hitting the back of my mouth as he grew. My mouth was salivating as he got up speed, the end of his cock driving its way into my top of my throat at each stage. Now I knew why she had a tear in her eye when he face-fucked her, and now, mere millimetres from her face, her husband’s cock was brutally penetrating my mouth, and I’d use the word brutal about the forceful application of the wand to my clit too, and you all know how big my husband’s cock gets in an asshole and how unrelenting he is.

Repeating what I liked from my earlier DP, the men managed to sync up their rhythms and Sara soon got the idea, so as well as all the other sensations, I got the fantastically full to frustratingly empty feeling with every stroke.

I have no idea how long this went on for. The feelings of rolling orgasm, degradation, general misuse, and the full knowledge that this was far from over quickly got too much. I started drifting off into a trance-like state, aware of what was going on, but totally overwhelmed and overwashed with emotion and feelings, as yet again, my husband’s cock stretched the width of my asshole, Sara’s husband’s cock ploughed into my throat and Sara roughly kneaded my tits, moved the dildo in my cunt and held the wand to my much-abused clit, I knew that I needed to hang on. I wanted this. I’d set it up to be this hard. My body needed to cash the cheques my mouth wrote.

And then I remembered this was their second airtight of the day, so the men would have a lot more stamina, and they managed to use up Sara, so I stood no chance.

My appreciation of time drifted away under the relenting rhythm of their respective motions. I felt like I couldn’t cum any more, and yet again and again, Sara got orgasm after orgasm out of my rapidly emptying shell.

I think my brain had trouble keeping up with what was happening to my body, the sensations, the things happening to multiple parts of my body all at the same time; the stretching, the rhythm, the power, the drive, the rubbing simultaneously completely overwhelmed my senses, and I spent most of the time in a blurry daze of stimulation, lust and orgasm, none of which I had any control of.

The first I knew that this was heading towards the end was being awoken from my daze by the men talking to each other about holding back their orgasms. I had no control. I felt like my holes were being used by them and I was merely a passenger. That was the degradation and I’m so pleased to have felt it, and I definitely want to feel again.

It felt like as they were holding back, but Sara was accelerating her efforts, the dildo really fucking my cunt and the wand pressing into my abused clit harder than ever.

And then amongst shouts, the men came, my husband spewing cum into my well-used asshole and Sara’s husband pumping a ridiculously large amount of cum into my mouth. He carried on the motion, so some of the cum was in the front of my mouth and some was forced down my throat by him jamming his glans into my throat. It felt like just another indignity, another piece of degradation. He was good at this, and I loved it.

After his cock has stopped spurting and it shrunk out of my mouth, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow, before just walking away. I felt my husband pull out and lift me off Sara, and putting me down next to her, just leaving me in a heap, alone, sticky, sore in a number of places, exhausted and slightly delirious. I did feel abused and degraded, but in a good way, the total lack of control over the encounter, together with the overwhelming combination of individual elements that would make me cum, turned me into an orgasming jelly, my body doing what it was forced to do by those working on it.

I can totally understand why Sara likes the brutal face fuck. It is somewhat out of character for her husband, and the feelings of degradation only add to the experience. The face fuck made me feel quite owned and abused and add that to feeling full in all three holes, it is pretty amazing. I did realise that this was only so good because of the clear love of those involved. In other circumstances, this would be a nasty abusive situation, but because of the love and respect, it was a brilliant event.

But far from feeling bad, I felt content and satisfied by being a Tupperwhore, and I was left wondering what it would be like to be ploughed by three real cocks and to have a woman or two working my tits and clit. One day, we’ll find another couple and try it. One day.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part One)

26 April 2022 /

It is interesting how some words affect the psyche, how some words can have a positive affect at some times and a negative one at others. For years, I hated the word whore. The judgement, the venom with which it is often said, not to mention the misogyny, all added to my very negative view of the word. A previous lover called it to me in the throes of passion and I literally leapt off him and ran for the hills. It was only some years later that I realised I should have had the same reaction for slut and bitch, but I didn’t, even though those terms are laced with the same venom and misogyny. In fact, I love Slut, I have a Slut necklace made of stainless steel that I wear out occasionally and I have custom temporary tattoos that say Slut (and Bitch as well).

My reaction to whore made no sense to me, and yet it persisted for a long time, even after working out about bitch and slut, whore didn’t exactly put me in a sexy mood. But over time, and with some persistence, my husband started making progress. I remember one time I was so close to yet another orgasm with Victoria’s brutal wand held hard against my clit, and he tried to make me say I was an “Orgasm-loving whore”. I wasn’t much inclined to do so, and so he got me so close to orgasm, then with a flourish, he took the wand away and clipped away at my clit with a riding crop. The effect was to just drop my orgasm away. Bastard – I needed that orgasm. But then he started again, unrelenting wand until I was close, and I still wouldn’t say it, so my clit had the riding crop again. By this point, I was angry because I knew he was only doing what I’d asked him to, and I was raging because I felt there was no way in hell I was going to give in to him, and a part of me also knew I would say it.

I don’t know why, but I resisted for another two cycles, but eventually, inevitably, I yelled that I was an orgasm-loving whore, that his little whore needed her orgasm and began begging, but the orgasm induced by the vicious wand took over and I was shaken all over with a massive orgasm.

The strange thing was that I felt just as good proclaiming I was an orgasm-loving whore, and I did with anything about being a slut or bitch. I did feel great.

My acceptance and use of the word whore has only been enhanced by the word Tupperwhore, which is a great word and amuses me no end.

It is used to describe a woman who enjoys being airtight, that is a woman that enjoys having all three orifices (ass, pussy and mouth) being filled at the same time by a combination of cocks and dildos.

After a few days of trying various combinations of men both penetrating us at the same time, Sara and I decided to finish the week with a two-cock one-dildo version of airtight. That’s right; we decided to become Tupperwhores.

And it was to be our last fucks of the week, so I decided (probably madly) that I wanted the degrading face fuck as part of my airtight session. Sara thought I was bonkers and wasn’t prepared to risk it.

But even without that, we thought airtight would be totally mind-blowing and overwhelming. We tossed a coin and she won, meaning she would be first through. In a lot of ways, I was pleased, as I expected to be totally trashed at the end of it. I had longer to anticipate that brutal face fuck combined with the double-sided fuck I first had, all whilst watching my friend and lover get airtight herself some hours before.

First, she had to choose who was fucking what, and she took a combination that I thought would be pretty overwhelming; namely my husband on the face fuck (he’d been getting tips but was nowhere near the intensity or degradation her husband achieved), my strap-on up her ass and her husband’s cock in her cunt, also with him wielding the wand against her clit.

As I was preparing her asshole, the two cocks and my strap-on, she was focussing on calming down from her overexcited state, with a load of deep breathing and relaxation techniques. She was all too aware of just what an ordeal her body was about to go through, but she was so looking forward to the mix of pleasure, endurance, degradation, misuse and above all, orgasm after orgasm.

She was ready. Everything was as lubed as it needed to be. And the three bees buzzed around their soon-to-be victim.

Sara’s husband lay on the bed, hard cock in one hand and wand in the other. She climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt on to his cock. As she slid all the way down, she felt the head of the wand nestled against her clit, awaiting it to be turned on. Next, I nudged the lubed strap-on against her ass pucker and gently rocked until she let it in. I gently slid it all the way in, then started tiny rocking movements the same as her husband was whilst they awaited my husband going into her mouth.

He put his glans to her lips, and she could immediately taste pre-cum. Being rather addicted to that taste, she opened her mouth and sucked him in, wrapping her tongue round his cock to clear his precum for her to swallow.

From that moment, she was a Tupperwhore, as the two real cocks in her cunt and mouth began moving more and more, and even I, with my body feeling quite good, began driving the strap-on deeply into her asshole. She was sucking on my husband’s cock, whilst it was fucking her mouth, as her husband and I alternated driving into and out of her lower body. I was orgasming pretty freely as the end of the strap-on rubbed on my uncovered clit, and she was cumming over and over, as the relentless pace, plus the unyielding buzz of the wand on her clit, brought her to climax repeatedly and mercilessly. I was zoning out in my orgasm-filled haze, concentrating solely on keeping the rhythm up into her asshole. I became aware that the men were struggling to stop themselves cumming again, and this is where I remembered I’d pay the price later, as they would have much more stamina. What had I done?!

But the men were back to talking each other out of cumming, as the poor ragdoll under us just kept taking the invasions and cumming herself to oblivion. Every stroke more felt to me like it was too much for her, and yet she kept hanging on, until in a howl of noise, the two men came in quick succession, with me and Sara cumming shortly afterwards. In a masterpiece of timing, we all came in a short period and then we collapsed into a drained and exhausted heap.

After a quiet few moments in that heap, my husband pulled me off her, pulled the strap-on out of her asshole, removed it and the harness and laid me on the bed and Sara’s husband carried her and put her next to me in her used up state. We both had to rest for a few hours, because it was soon to be my turn. Sara slept; she was that used up. I didn’t sleep. I was way too excited to sleep, but I did need to rest my body in preparation for the onslaught ahead.

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