Tag: #Anya

She was trying her best to hold off her orgasm, but the feelings were growing and becoming overwhelming. Very soon, she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. His balls swinging against and teasing her clit was the catalyst for what became a massive orgasm. She gripped the edge of the table, cried out loud and was tense and shuddering. He stopped his motion so that he could experience the full majesty of her orgasm, his cock suddenly feeling its tunnel being much slicker and temporarily tighter.

When her orgasm had clearly finished, he began gently moving in and out again, slowly increasing the power so that his balls were starting to touch her clit again. He still had a lot of longevity in his cock, as he was nowhere nearing orgasm, and so could increase the pace and increase the swinging balls. He realised that on the table in front of his was the real Anya, a cock hungry slut, rather than the public persona of Anya from school. He was drilling into the core of a hot fiery sex mad woman, who was determined to enjoy his cock. He realised her tone had changed again, and that she was about to cum again. Upping his pace brought it on, and he again stopped to feel her orgasm.

After she had cum her body looked drained, but her legs were open and keen for more of him. He started moving out and pushed back in again, as she weakly told him to wait, which he did with his cock fully impaled in her cunt.

After a couple of minutes, she told him to start again, and to be gentle. That was quite difficult as he wanted to really nail her hard, but he was as gentle as he could be, whilst still swinging his balls into her clit. After a while, she told him to go for it, and he steadily increased his motion again, slamming into her harder and harder. She was shrieking again, just as he felt the first twinge that he would soon be able to cum. He kept his focus and rhythm and she came again, another shuddering affair with her tense body going limp.

He started moving again fairly quickly, and she correctly guessed he was building up to cum again. As he slid in and out of her, she felt him getting really hard and bigger, the sign he was about to cum. She pleaded with him to hang on, as his slamming balls were working on her clit again. It took him all his focus to wait, but finally, he felt her tense and so he took the brakes off, and her tense shuddering orgasm coincided with him pumping cum into her well-used cunt.

He shrank out of her very quickly and stood admiring her cunt and ass. She looked back, seeing him eyeing the centre of her pleasure, and left him to look, until a few minutes later, he helped her off the table.

She wasn’t very steady on her legs, so he helped her to sit down. She asked for her panties back, as she was worried about leaving a cummy print on the sofa, but he said he’d keep them, as he wanted her with her messy cunt and short skirt as she went home. She feigned annoyance, but secretly loved it. She was happy to be reminded of their fucks, especially when it was because she was messy.

And so began what turned out to be exactly 100 fucks. They only stopped when Anya had to leave town with her parents. In fact, to reach 100 fucks, they had to fuck every day for the last week before she left.

Before their last fuck, they decided they wouldn’t keep in touch. She thought it would be too painful to stay in touch and not be able to fuck. He understood, and they decided to go out with a bang.

On the morning of her final day, they met at the flat and fucked “Cowgirl”, a position she loved, as she said she could feel him deeper inside her than in any other position they had found. She rode him for ages, managing to keep his cock hard, but nowhere near cumming. She was getting good at that, as there was nothing she liked more than a really long fuck.

He loved cowgirl with her almost as much because he spent half the time looking at her perfect pert 28G tits bouncing up and down, and the other half holding on to them. There was nothing more glorious and mesmerising (at the time) than a pair of large tits snapping backwards and forwards as her body motioned up and down, and she loved it too. She once told him after a particularly tit-snapping session that they ached a lot, but that ache reminded her of their fuck for the rest of the day, so actually she quite liked it. Mind you, the tit twisting caused by holding on to them whilst fucking causes them to ache too, and she loved that as well. The bigger her cowgirl motions, the more they twisted and the more they snapped, and, to quote her, “she isn’t there to be kind to her tits”. Sounds just like me!

He wasn’t there to be kind to her cunt either. He always kept her panties after a session, making her go round with a messy cunt for the rest of the day. He returned them the day after, returning all of them, except that first pair, which he got her to sign in black marker pen and kept. Despite knowing she’d have no panties on their fuck days, she still went round in her skirt that was shorter than regulation, and she didn’t try to hide the sex smell either. This was a young woman in full control of her sexiness and not being afraid to show it. This was the exact opposite to me in my early days, but exactly like I am now!

On the afternoon of her final day, they repeated the bent over the table fuck, again, with her keeping him nowhere near cumming for a long time. She had been very clear with her instructions. He was to just fuck her as hard and fast as he wanted. She knew her cunt would get very sensitive, but she’d done this before, and with persistence, the sensitivity went away. He could hear her sobbing, but he knew it was because this was their last fuck, and after he managed to get them to both orgasm for the final time, at the end of a long arduous session, he carried out her final instructions. He didn’t say anything, he just left her bent over the table, dripping cunt exposed, he picked up his clothes and left the room. He got dressed in the hall, left his key on the stand and just left the flat. He could hear her properly sobbing, but she knew she’d be like this, thus she came up with the plan.

He never saw or heard from her again, but he talks very fondly about her, and often wonders what happened to her. She was his first ever fuck, and a person he cared for quite deeply. I think he loved his Anya. Not the public persona, but the woman she was in private. 100 fucks and just walking away was really hard, and he didn’t fuck anyone else for months.

So, with Anya thoroughly and publicly fucked, both of their reputations were enhanced by what happened at the disco. The week after the disco, one of Anya’s posse passed him a message that she wanted to see him. He suggested lunch at a café in town, and at the appointed time, he arrived at the café.

Anya was already there and looking ravishing. She was sat at the table in her school uniform. But she had loosened her tie and undone enough buttons of her shirt so that you could see her fire red bra in the gap. Mind you, her blouse was fairly thin, so you could vaguely see the bra through that too, and she had her hair down and fluffed out to create a full mane.

She beamed as he arrived and offered him the seat opposite her. He was curious as to why she wanted to see him, but with her looking like that and oozing sex appeal as she was, he really wanted to fuck her again.

So, after their food was delivered, she turned discussion to the disco, and how fabulous she felt at the time and afterwards. He agreed, adding that the way she looked today, he wanted to do it again. She smiled, saying how nice that would be, and then she went on to say that she was thinking at least once a week, although at times she’s really horny rather more often and wants him to oblige, rather than having to get someone else. In today’s language, she was offering a friends with benefits arrangement with exclusivity.

He calmly agreed (not wanting to let his lust come out to make him sound like a fool), and he suggested they should fuck this afternoon after school, which was just as she hoped. As they were finishing the meal, he told her to go into the café’s toilet, remove her panties and give them to him. It would give him something to smell all afternoon whilst they were in classes and being pantyless would remind her all afternoon too.

She came back and placed them on the table next to him. Yet another tiny thong, this one matching the fiery red of her bra, and when he had a chance to smell them, it was clear she has masturbated into them before taking them off. This girl was on fire. She told him where to meet after school, and they parted to go back to their classes. Although they were each so distracted, there was little point in either of them being there.

Having learned precisely nothing all afternoon, he hot footed it to the meeting point, getting there before Anya. She emerged into view in the distance taking her hair down out of a pony tail and undoing the top buttons on her blouse again. It really felt like she was making an effort, and he wondered if his words from the disco about convincing him she really wanted him was part of this.

As she got very close, she dropped her bag and flung her arms round his neck, going straight in with a full tongues kiss that went on for ages. When she finally came up for air, she told him he was a rotter, because her cunt has been getting slick all afternoon and she didn’t even have any panties to save her. He looked down at her plaid skirt, and that was definitely shorter than regulation, and she admitted she even had trouble to not flash. Mind you, it had whipped her up into a lustful frenzy, so it was worth it!

His cock was rock hard, and she could clearly see it. She rubbed it with a hand, saying that it looked like he had a problem that needed dealing with, which he said he had. So, in need of cock, she revealed the plan. Her older sister had a flat two minutes away, and she’d be at work from 8 until 6 on weekdays. So, she told Anya that they could use her flat whenever they liked when she was at work. She even gave Anya a key to give to him so he could let himself in if he was there first (Anya already had a key). It was a genius plan; their own little weekday love nest, where they didn’t have to be concerned about being discovered. They could just fuck with impunity. It suited them both, as neither set of parents would even contemplate them fucking at their respective homes.

They headed off to the love nest, his cock getting harder at the thought of impaling this lovely woman’s cunt again. He warned her that his first cumming would be quick, but he should be able to go again soon after.

They slammed the door to the flat and Anya disappeared into a room. He followed to find her bending over the dining room table, flicking the back of her skirt up over her waistband, proudly displaying her ass, with her cunt visible between her legs.

She heard his trousers slump to the floor and felt a large and hard cock press against her cunt lips. There was no foreplay here, they’d been warming up all afternoon. With even pressure, he just pushed his hard cock into her until his balls smacked on her clit. Not a word was uttered as he began rhythmically driving into her cunt, each time his balls swinging and brushing her clit, and each time her clit was brushed, she did a little squeal.

But his prediction was right. He got very big very quickly, and with very little control, he deposited a load of cum deep into her cunt. He pulled out, his cock not totally limp, and he walked round the table to near her face and offered his cock to her mouth. She rearranged herself to have a hand by his cock and started working it, occasionally sucking it into her mouth but mostly pumping it in her tight fist.

After a couple of minutes, they both felt it start to harden, and once she was happy with its hardness, she let go and rearranged herself back to be ready to receive it in her cunt. She didn’t realise that behind her on the wall, there was a long mirror, so all the time she was making his cock hard again, he was looking at her quivering cunt in the mirror. What a fabulous and inviting view.

He went back round behind her, parted her cunt lips with his fingers and gently impaled her for his full length. Then he started driving in again, trying to particularly make his balls brush against her clit again. He thought he had a chance of making her cum with the rhythmic contact with her clit, and he loved the sensation of his balls swinging and smacking into her body.

But he had only just cum, which meant he had a lot of stamina. His cock was hardening all the time, and yet he knew he was nowhere near cumming. But the way her body had started moving was indicating to him that she was getting close. He upped the pace, especially trying to exaggerate the swing of his balls, and as he upped the pace, the volume of her moans upped as well. Not long now, and he’d have her cum for him.