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An Introduction To Cunt Worship (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Four)

I’m not going to document every day of our stay in this fabulous place. We fucked a lot, and we talked a lot with other people who were happy to fuck with you watching. One unexpected thing that I really enjoyed about this place was the conversation, the freedom to have discussions about sex, likes, kinks and other sex related topics that you would rarely have the chance to discuss in public in normal daily life. Let’s face it, when people have seen you fuck with the abandon that you do here, a lot of the walls that stop these kinds of discussions are simply blown away.

One such couple we discussed things with were the couple who helped us off the Queening chair. Her name was Olivia and she and her husband were Canadian. They live in a small town where most of the residents had an even smaller mind-set, so coming here gives them a taste of sexual freedoms they only get behind closed doors at home.

We first talked whilst we were waiting for Eva on that first night and continued when they joined us for breakfast the following morning. They were clearly eager to talk about my experience of the Queening chair. I explained how fabulous it was for my body to be fully supported and how that allowed me to fully focus on my cunt and the actions on it, probably for the first time ever; there was no other touch between us, no one else touching me and no aches and pains to distract me. I said that, in those moments, I found myself so focussed on my cunt that I excluded everything else. It was an overwhelming kind of feeling, and one I can’t say I’ve felt before; I found myself feeling that the whole of our relationship flowed through my cunt and into his mouth; our mental and physical energy, our physical form and contact, not to mention my actual cunt juices that were being licked up. The comments about the energy and being overwhelmed brought about nods of heads and knowing smiles.

It is a very hard feeling to describe (and I haven’t really done it justice), but that feeling is one well known to Olivia, and embracing that feeling has led her and her husband to a much stronger relationship and a much more sexual relationship. They explained to us that the feeling led them to embrace Cunt Worship – in its original sense, not in the one used by the porn industry in recent years. The porn version is about domination and female led relationships, but the original type of Cunt Worship is something much more gentle. It stems from an almost hippy like belief in energy flows, specifically that the energy of the woman is directed both in and out through her cunt, and therefore through her cunt comes her whole life force. Because of these energy flows, the cunt is worshipped, an almost religious devotion to pleasing the cunt (as you would any other god), and it isn’t just him that worships her cunt – she does too, pampering and pleasuring her cunt at every opportunity.

Historically, this sort of Cunt Worship has been a part of a number of religious faiths, and indeed, the cunt was historically displayed as something to be revered and cherished, and they had noted my love of displaying my cunt.

Olivia and her husband have totally embraced the Cunt Worship lifestyle, and it was fascinating to hear them describe what they do. Her cunt is the absolute focus of their life, and the time and devotion they put into her cunt is amazing.

They consider a Queening chair to be essential for a Cunt Worship lifestyle. They first discovered a Queening chair here on their first visit five years ago, and they bought one and had it sent home. A local French engineer builds them, and when I expressed a desire to take one home myself, they offered to introduce us. Wow, our very own Queening chair would be fabulous.

Anyway, they use theirs every day for at least an hour, on weekends often for two one hour periods or more. If Olivia feels his devotion to her cunt has not been enough, she uses the Queening chair’s angled facesitting option, if she feels his devotion has been acceptable, she will go for the horizontal licking option that we tried.

Their average day includes a good amount of adoration. She displays her cunt as much as possible at home. She never wears anything below the waist at home, and always sits with her legs spread so he can look adoringly at her cunt; he even looks at her cunt when they are having a conversation. She has a full length mirror that she can locate so that she can look at her own cunt in its full glory, and they take endless photos of her cunt in full flower.

He sometimes sits between her legs so that he can adore her cunt close up, and it is from this position that he does regular cunt inspections, an intimate examination of her cunt, both externally and internally, with his fingers and with instruments. He particularly enjoys using a speculum on her, as that allows him to stare adoringly and photograph deep into her cunt.

He also learned cunt massage, which Olivia finds very satisfying, and he has the task of cleaning her cunt, especially if it is manky through heat or exercise.

They both generally pamper her cunt, through look, touch, and interaction. Her desire to please her cunt has made her use bigger and bigger toys to make her cunt feel full, and she rides suction dildos multiple times every day, and of course, his cock spewing cum into her cunt also pleases it, which normally happens at least twice a day (once before work and once after if it is a workday).

They believe that her cunt demonstrates its pleasure by orgasming and squirting. They expect to make her squirt once every day, and between them, they make her orgasm a minimum of ten times a day, either he makes her cum with his mouth, fingers, or cock, or she makes herself cum with some toys, both penetrative and suction.

That single minded devotion to pleasing her cunt and to making it happy is the drive of their life, and the power and bonding they get from the energy flows through her cunt is something to behold.

I can understand how this seems to be a small step to the domination model, but for them, it isn’t about domination. Their relationship is so much stronger since they have whole-heartedly embraced the Cunt Worship lifestyle, and they are now so much happier.

As you will probably know, I love my ass being fucked and fondled and generally filled. As part of their Cunt Worship, Olivia’s ass is totally ignored. I could never do that. But Olivia is of the belief that most couples and relationships could benefit from some focussed Cunt Worship, even if people don’t totally embrace the lifestyle. Let’s face it: many people already adore and worship a cunt to some degree, and how many of those people are going to turn down the chance to have some focussed cunt time. It really is upping the emotion to apply the traits of sexual worship to cunt actions you already carry out, and my husband and I decided we’d try it out.

I do feel like my cunt is second to my ass (that is entirely my doing, as I love anal so much), so I like the idea of a little Cunt Worship. Olivia suggested we were well on the way, and they gave us some tips to try…….

Cake And Cunnilingus Day – April 14th

Ever since I first heard about this day a couple of months ago, I’ve been really looking forward to it. After all, I love cake and I love having my cunt licked. To combine the two sounds divine, all on the same decadent day.

Cake and Cunnilingus Day is a response to the male-centric Steak and a BJ Day (March 14th). My husband and I have observed that in recent years (even though I don’t like steak and I can think of much better things to do with his cock than a blow job, but Steak and a BJ Day is not about me, it is about my husband and his pleasure).

Steak and a BJ Day is in itself a response to Valentine’s Day (February 14th), and all the corporate bullshit and sales opportunities that surround it. We’ve never observed Valentine’s Day, but I decided it would be nice to observe Steak and a BJ Day, as he’s a wonderful man who deserves all the pleasures I can throw at him.

He did express a desire for an equivalent for me, and we were both pleasantly surprised by the existence of Cake and Cunnilingus Day. I know his tongue is up for the challenge, as in our version of Cake and Cunnilingus Day. there is lots of cake, and lots of cunt licking.

On the day before, I made three cakes, a Country Farmhouse cake with sultanas and crunchy sugar on the top, a gooey Chocolate cake with chocolate ganache on the top and cherry jam in the middle, and a traditional Victoria Sponge. That’s a lot of cake to get through (and I decided to be kind and let my husband have some too!)

In our version of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, each time I eat cake, he needs to eat out my cunt. He’s not allowed to stop before I finish my cake, but he can go on afterwards if he wants. I’m not allowed to stop him licking me out once he starts, so he can make me cum if he wants, and he can continue to lick my cunt regardless of how sensitive it becomes (which is sometimes does with a lot of licking). (Remember, this is about me and my pleasure, in the same way that Steak and a BJ Day is about him).

I didn’t get far beyond midnight when I asked him to bring the chocolate cake. He placed a slice on a plate in front of me, then parted my legs and buried his face in between them. As I picked up the cake, he started licking, and had a nice rhythmic stroke up and down my lips with his tongue, occasionally burrowing deeper. I felt my cunt start to tingle in a way that meant I was about to cum, so I slowed down the cake eating. Now realising that I was about to cum, his tongue flick speeded up, and as I came, he buried his tongue deep into my cunt and sucked away at my juices. He saw I had finished off the cake, so he left my cunt and moved up to kiss me. He knows I love the taste of my cunt on his face, so I licked all my juices off his face, before kissing him passionately.

I drifted off to sleep thinking about how much he’d lick my cunt, how many orgasms I’d have, how much cake I’d have, and what a fabulous day this would end up being.

I awoke to him gently licking at my cunt. It is a lovely way to wake up. I looked down at him and smiled as he meticulously explored my lips with his tongue. I looked left to my bedside table, and there was a slice of the farmhouse cake, which I picked up and took a bite. I was in no mood to cut short the licking, as it felt really good. It was about 15 minutes before I finished the cake and he finished licking me. He then lay next to me and I snuggled in his armpit. I was feeling quite soppy and very loved.

My next cunnilingus was about an hour later. I needed a piss, so I had him lying on the floor, I crouched over him with his tongue flicking over my pisshole, and I drained my bladder into his mouth (as we often do, he swallows of course), then he carried on flicking his tongue over my lips and clit, whilst I had a slice of the Victoria sponge. In this position, it feels like he can get his tongue deep inside my cunt, and soon, I began to realise he was going to make me to cum again. I finished the cake just before he did and he got me to the edge of cumming, then held me there, only flicking his tongue across my cunt occasionally, having it buried deep but stationary the rest of the time. He held me on the verge for about 10 minutes before finally allowing me to cum. At least I didn’t have to beg this time!

A further hour on, and I was again squatting over him, this time the other way round, so his eyes were by my ass rather than my cunt, and he was again licking me out. I almost forgot the cake I was so zoned in on the licking, but he reminded me, and I had another slice of the Farmhouse cake.

My next cunt licking was at lunch. We had a light lunch, and for dessert, I slid forward on the chair, so my ass was precariously perched on the edge of the seat. He was under the table on his knees and licking at my cunt, whilst I had some Chocolate cake.

After lunch, he had me dress in a skirt and blouse, and we went for a walk in a secluded spot we know. We usually fuck when we are here, but today, he handed me a piece of Victoria sponge, he leant me backwards against a tree, flicked the front of my skirt up past my waist and he started licking me right there. Being outside and possibly being caught always adds to the arousal, and it was very clear that he was going to make me cum again, due to his unrelenting focus on my clit, with only occasional flicks across the rest of my lips. I take occasional bites of the cake, as I know when he does this, he builds me up for a massive orgasm, and that takes time. As he finally allowed me to cum, he held on to my ass, as he quite rightly guessed that my legs would give way and he’d have to hold me up. I think I yelled to as I came, but I could quickly flick down my skirt as we innocently went back to the car.

His tongue had a couple of hours break after that. It was pretty tired, but I didn’t want to wear it out. Our next cunnilingus was at dinner, like before with him under the table. After another hour, I was on the sofa, and he arrived with my mains-powered wand. He plugged it in, and he told me to get my cunt nice and tasty, and he settled down to watch me make myself cum with my wand. Today was a good day, as I was so aroused, I managed to get a rolling orgasm with it. I know that type of orgasm means my cunt and legs are very messy, and soon after I finished, he handed me more cake, and started licking me out. My poor clit was very sensitive, so his licking had me on the edge between pleasure and pain, but he persisted, and despite us having to slightly shift positions regularly, he licked me out for over an hour.

In no time at all, it was about 10:30, and time for my final cake and cunnilingus of the day. He again gave me the wand, and despite my poor sensitive clit, he told me to make my cunt yummy again. I’ve never managed two rolling orgasm events in one day before, but I did that day, what with his relentless focus on my abused clit, my general level of arousal, and my need for a final piece of that chocolate cake. When my rolling orgasm naturally died down, he took his place between my legs and started with a very gently licking, slowly getting firmer, faster and more probing with his tongue. He was certainly cleaning every drop of my juice from my cunt and was making me generate more to replace it. I reached the point where I’d normally tell him I’d had enough, but not today. I had more cake as he powered through my sensitivity and brought me to one last big orgasm, which he cleaned up with his tongue. Finally, his tongue had enough, and he left contact with my cunt. I sat there with my quivering cunt still on display, as he slumped in a chair and watched me.

We were both exhausted, I’d eaten far too much cake, and his tongue was barely able to function. What a brilliant day. We decided to book next April 14th off work, as we wouldn’t want to waste part of the day not being together. We are definitely doing a full-on cunt and cunnilingus day again next year!

Watch And Be Watched

My husband and I often talk about sex, right from the first week of being together. It helped us to really get to know each other, and our likes and dislikes. Well, a few months ago, we were talking about something it turns out we both had a little experience of before we knew each other existed, and that was watching other people fucking and to likewise be watched fucking. Our separate past experiences were more in the opportunistic and voyeuristic line, but for now, we were thinking more sex party, well lit with good close-up views, as we both love watching real sex and would love for other couples to enjoy our efforts without joining in.

We were of the opinion that going to a swingers club was about the best option and had started looking for one to try. But on a girl’s night of wine and gossip, I was talking to one of my best friends Nikki about our plan and possibly going to a swingers club. She asked whether we would consider having her and her husband watching us instead, as they had spoken about it before, didn’t fancy the swingers club, but would be up for it with like-minded friends.

This was an ideal scenario for me. A private sex party with friends I am comfortable with, out of public view but very much in private view. Danger was at a minimum, as we could set boundaries in advance, and we could be confident everyone would respect them.

The men agreed to the plan, and shortly after, Nikki and I agreed a few basic rules for the evening, namely that we would take it in turns (no simultaneous activity, as that would be a waste), that the men would only touch their respective women, that the women could touch each other if they wanted (and believe me, I wanted to!), and that there would be no private activities or conversations – everything was to be shared.

That first night last October was rather nerve-wracking to begin with. My husband was a little concerned in case he had trouble getting hard. He needn’t have worried.

After we arrived, Nikki and I each did a slow and provocative striptease, and then each stripped our man off. Then (as he was already hard) my husband sat on the sofa with his ass on the front edge of the cushion, I straddled him facing him and lent forward to give our friends the best view of my cunt (from behind) as I lowered my cunt onto his enormous hard cock. As I rode my husband’s cock, he could see they were transfixed, and they applauded as we both orgasmed. As I climbed off, I blushed a little as what we had done hit me. Nikki gave me a hug and said it was wonderful, and then we all sat and started talking about it. I knew my husband loved it, because of how enormous and hard his cock was. With another blush, I had to admit how much I got off on it, and I loved the applause and Nikki’s description of what she saw.

That first fuck set the tone for the evening. It wasn’t long before Nikki and her husband fucked in the same way, and Nikki was clearly very excited about the view we had. I have no embarrassment in saying that I was transfixed by his cock moving in and out of her cunt and the fact that these were our friends and that this was real fucking made it so much more exciting. Our view was totally unhindered and her screams of pleasure as she came were totally wonderful.

There was no sign of a blush on Nikki’s cheeks, just a look of pride and mischief. It was clear that this wouldn’t be the last evening of fucking that we shared. The men’s cocks had yet to recover, so whilst they did, we decided they could have a play with our respective cunts. My husband kissed me and worked my cunt with his hand. I was fairly close to the edge already, so I came fairly easily. He didn’t stop moving his hand though, and so got me very near to cumming again, before proceeding to hold me on the edge of an orgasm for hours (well, actually about 10 minutes, but it felt like hours) before finally rubbing me to a massive orgasm. I was completely exhausted and collapsed into his arms. He just held me whilst Nikki got tremendously excited awaiting her chance to perform.

Once I had recovered enough to watch Nikki and her husband, he could finally get his hand to work. She came in seconds, but likewise, his hand did not stop working her clit and after a short build up, she came several times in a row. She too collapsed in his arms as we applauded, and finally, we were all able to gently chat about what we had seen and done.

Once we had recovered, we had a light meal, with dessert being “Honey Cunt” (honey poured over our cunts and licked off, served with squirty cream sucked from our nipples and clit). The men started with their respective women and went back for seconds… and thirds, before us women ate from each other’s cunts, nipples, and clits.

We talked sex and kink until later in the evening when both cocks had fully recovered. Moving to the bedroom, we removed the quilt from the bed. Nikki and her man went first this time, with them going for a fairly straight missionary position but with a couple of pillows under her ass to give us a better view. Hearing Nikki squeal and scream was wonderful and got me very hot. She came really hard and he did shortly after, then, he slid down the bed and began working her clit and cunt with his tongue. She squirmed under his flicking tongue and very shortly tensed up and came again. As she relaxed from her orgasm, her husband gently picked her up off the bed and moved her away so that we could take our turn.

I lay on my back and also put two pillows under my ass. It was a new concept to adjust positions to allow for better viewing, but it was important for our watchers’ enjoyment. Once comfortable, my husband lifted my legs up and entered my cunt from behind (a position known as “The Pancake”). He grabbed onto the bars of the headboard and used them to get power with which to impale me. He was really quite animal as he drove into me over and over again. I was even more aroused by hearing the excited gasps and squeals of Nikki and her man watching us intensely. I could tell my husband was fighting to not cum. I had no such issues and had three orgasms washed over me before my husband lost control and discharged his load. He knew my clit would be so sensitive that I would be unable to stand him licking it, so instead he just rolled over and cradled me in his arms, as Nikki and her husband applauded and beamed with delight.

By then, it was late, and we were all pretty sexed out. It was a fantastic night, but sadly it was at an end. The feelings were wonderful though. I think watching someone have sex was enthralling and very emotional. So, to see my good friends in very private ecstasy and release was a joy to behold. To be able to share our love, joy and ecstasy was equally amazing. I really wanted to do this again, and so did Nikki and the men, and it wouldn’t be long before we got our wish.

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