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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.

The Perils Of Fucking One Of Each

28 February 2023 /

It was only a few days since I first kissed Melissa and had first fucked Melissa come to think of it, and I made quite a mistake. I wasn’t thinking. In my mind, I had her and my uni guy as separate relationships. Of course, they were, but that doesn’t mean it was that easy. Melissa knew I was fucking him, and I quickly told him I was fucking her too. Both knew I wanted to carry on with them both, and that was all OK. But I didn’t mean to rub her nose in it…. almost literally.

I woke up on that day not expecting to fuck anyone all day. I bumped into him on his way to a lecture mid-morning. As he carried on past, without breaking step, he just turned towards me and shouted was I free at two? I just yelled yes, and he waved as he carried on. My cunt instantly moistened as I assumed he wanted to fuck me. That was the sort of relationship we had: a straightforward “friends with benefits” arrangement.

I arrived at the allotted time and within no time at all, I was bent over the so called “comfy chair” with my head below my waist and my panties completely off, being masturbated by his hand in a long, slow, very thorough warm-up. He was talking to me about something (which wasn’t going in at the time, let alone something I remember years later), and he wasn’t about anything dirty. His words were ignoring what he was doing to my cunt, whilst rubbing and manipulating it in a very practiced way.

We had fucked quite a bit by then, and although he wasn’t very adventurous, what he did he did well. He knew how to make me a quivering wreck, just by the fingers and the skill with which he used them. It was almost the nonchalant way he worked my cunt that made it feel dirty, his almost disconnected work. I think he loved that he could turn me, who he knew as quite a strong-willed young woman, into a totally obedient orgasm crazed wreck, who just let him do what he wanted. He wasn’t what you would call dominant, but he did like to be in charge of my orgasms, and I was so happy to let him.

He made me cum twice just with his fingers before he moved on to rubbing on my very wet cunt with his glans, focussing mostly on my engorged clit and my fleshy folds. I came again from his glans rubbing before he got hard enough to start actually fucking me, and then when he inserted his cock, my welcoming cunt soon got it very hard. At the time, I always wanted him to cum really deeply, but he liked cumming with only his glans inside me, making it likely I would drip his cum out, and he kept my panties for 24 hours to make sure I got myself in a big mess.

Roll forward three hours, and I saw Melissa in the dining hall. She says what she wants for dessert is my juicy cunt, and I completely forgot what my uni guy had done to me before. So, Melissa is face up on her bed and I’m facesitting her, and what turns out to be allowing his cum to slip onto her tongue and into her mouth.

I was mortified when she said I tasted like cum. I thought she didn’t really like cum, and yet here I was sliding it into her mouth. Before she got too much, she mumbled about sharing it with me (her mouth muffled somewhat by my cunt). So, when she tapped me on the ass, I climbed off her and firmly planted my lips on hers, and she pushed a good load of cum into my mouth with her tongue. I broke the kiss off and then, channelling my “Good Girl” training, I swallowed the cum all in one go and then showed her my empty mouth. She smiled and then indicated I move.

I knew what she wanted, and I began facesitting her again, firmly planning my cunt over her mouth. I felt her tongue start to work round my folds and she clamped down on my legs to stop me moving while she cleaned my cunt of all its cum. She had no interest in taking his cock (or any other cock) in her mouth directly, but it seemed that cum from my orifices was perfectly acceptable to her.

Once she had deemed me to be clear of cum, her tongue began focussing on my clit, and although she guessed I had orgasmed once already that day, she didn’t realise I’d already had four orgasms that morning. But an agile tongue made her get two out of the facesitting position.

After the two, she released the lock on my legs, and I decided I wanted a taste of cunt. I climbed off her again and then crouched between her legs and put my mouth to her cunt. She opened her legs a little to give me more room, and as I kissed her cunt gently, I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing it a little towards her cunt. Her excitement was already showing in her taste, and I figured orgasm number one wouldn’t be hard to extract. I deliberately ignored her clit and licked everywhere else, dipping inside her cunt occasionally for that wonderful taste. I thought she was close, so I decided to flick across her clit a couple of times and that was enough to make her cum, screaming and arching her back as she did so. But she didn’t release the back of my head and I got the message. This time, I included her clit in my tongue movements, and I could feel from the slight twitch of her body that her clit was very sensitive after that first orgasm. And now I was showing it no mercy, no consideration for that sensitivity.

Not that I think she was after mercy. After all, she hadn’t released the hold on my head.

With my mouth tasting of a delicious mix of her cunt juices and his cum load, I set about very delicately and very lovingly working her cunt folds and any part I could reach with my tongue, very methodically working anywhere I could reach. I felt her pull my head in towards her cunt, so I decided that she wanted more than gentle now, and got faster, more vigorous, and firmer with my tongue. Her body had been still to that point, but now she started squirming. I had to hold on to her to stop her escaping from my tongue.

But as I persisted, she got wetter, her squirms got larger, and her moans got louder. I just loved having her in this position, totally under the control of my tongue and craving every touch with it. Through her top, she massaged her tits as I slowly brought her to orgasm. My face was flooded with her juices as her body relaxed after cumming. She was happy, and I was too. And I was so relieved that my mistake didn’t have major fallout.

What I learned was that she was happy to be fed his cum. It was male genitalia she wasn’t that keen on, so using my cunt to transport cum to her was ideal. It was a curious twist, but one I was happy to facilitate on many an occasion throughout our time together.

Rebecca With The Gravity Defying Tits

4 February 2023 /

It was the end of a long sexless summer for my now husband just before the start of his third year, and when he got back to university, he was gagging for it. Val had left uni, and Debbie was on her overseas year, so he knew he’d have to find someone else to fuck.

But the first day back wasn’t that day. On the first day back, he always played a 36-hour role-playing game called Toon, with multiple rooms, multiple GMs and lots and lots of laughs. Everyone played cartoon characters, and the game inevitably ended up as an Acme products fight.

About 2 hours after they started, Rebecca walked into the room he was playing in. He remembered Rebecca from the previous year. A sassy American, with a big voice and an even bigger cleavage, who he got on well with. But the sight of her barely constrained tits brought on a stirring in his cock.

But he was in the middle of a battle, and those thoughts quickly subsided. She was good at Toon, just like he was, and their paths crossed a number of times over the next six hours, until their characters both fell off a cliff, at which point they left to change room to another GM. When they went into the next room, they would land at 90 degrees from the previous character who landed there and leave a little half inch indentation in the ground where they did so.

But the Toon playing convention was that if you were outside a room, you could take a break. My husband suggested they should grab some food, and Rebecca agreed. They grabbed some burgers from the on-campus takeaway and Rebecca suggested they went back to her room, where they ate and chatted. Rebecca was easy company.

They had just decided to go back to the game, when Rebecca said she wanted to change her top, as she just pulled at the waistband of her top and pulled it up over her head.

He was sitting on her bed and his eyes were glued to her heaving tits, barely constrained within a bright red see-through bra. As Rebecca threw the top away, she went to start to move towards her wardrobe, but stopped and looked at him, commenting how “There is a man with lust in his eyes.” He nodded agreement but his eyes didn’t leave her tits. She put her hand up behind her back and unclipped the clasp, then she slid the bra down off her shoulders and pulled the cups simultaneously off each tit.

He simply said one word “Better” and took her hands and pulled her towards him. He was in awe of how such large tits could defy gravity and be up with no support (being 20 was a large part of it), and he gently pulled her towards him, kissing each of her nipples in turn. He noted she was slightly turning her body, seemingly to ease his access to her nipples, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He initially focussed on her left tit, bringing his hand up to cup it, gently squeeze it and bring it to his lips. He put his left arm round her waist to hold her in place, as he worked his tongue across and around her nipple. Her nipple was clearly growing as he rolled it in his tongue, and she started to make purring noises.

He moved his left hand from behind her waist to her right tit, and brought it to his mouth, her left tit now firmly held and squeezed in his right hand. He tried to be fair to each nipple and use his tongue in a similar way. He did keep tweaking at her left nipple though, to keep it erect whilst he was licking her right.

When he let go of her nipples, he leant back to admire his handywork that she was proudly showing off. He put his hand down to the button on her trousers, but before he could undo it, she put her hand over the top of his and held them.

He looked up past her tits into her excited eyes, and she purred that they didn’t have time to fuck, but she’d like him to lick and suck at her clit just like he licked and sucked at her nipples. He nodded agreement, and she pushed his hands away and undid the button on her trousers. She turned round, bent over slightly and slipped her trousers over her ass and let them fall gently to the floor. She was wearing the tiniest thong with barely any fabric between her cheeks.

He put his hands to either side of the waistband of the tiny panties and slipped them over her ass too. She stepped out of the clothes and turned round, showing her perfectly manicured pubes to him for the first time. She had a small patch of pubes high above her clit, but everything from her clit down was bare. He put his hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled her towards him, his tongue working through her folds until he came to her clit. Each time his tongue passed over her sensitive clit, she made a load moan, and her clit was getting harder with each pass over it with his rough tongue.

He took his right hand off her ass cheek and started nudging the end of his fingers against her folds. He used his left hand to keep her waist from moving, and he started roughly fucking her sopping cunt with his fingers whilst roughly licking at her clit with his tongue. He felt her hands behind his head pushing it into her clit, and he just kept going, hoping his tongue wouldn’t let him down by giving out before she came.

He needn’t have worried. She cried out hard, her body got more rigid, and his left hand grabbed her to hold her weight when her legs began to give way. She came really hard and covered his face and hand in her cum. His fingers kept working her cunt, dragging every last second of orgasm out of it. She sat down next to him and snuggled up, pushing her naked tits into his still clothed torso. She took his cum drenched hand and slowly licked her cum of each finger and his palm, and then she leaned up and started licking the cum off his face. She clearly liked the taste of her own juices, and slowly and methodically cleaned up his face.

Then, once he was clear of cum, she started kissing him, very passionately, her tongue and his jousting for position, her tongue exploring every millimetre of his mouth. Once their kiss broke, she told him it was the best orgasm she’d had in ages, and she said she wanted a fuck later. She just needed time to recover.

He stroked her hair as he told her his cock would be ready and he would absolutely be fucking her brains out later in the day. He didn’t quite know where this display of bravado came from, but she smirked and told him his cock would have to live up to his mouth. He was confident it would. So was she: anyone who had a tongue that good and could make her cum that quickly was certain to be a good fuck, and it was clear how much he loved her gravity defying tits, or as she called them, her cock hardeners.

But they had to make themselves presentable and return to the game before they were missed. That fuck would have to wait. There was a game to play first.

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

His Fantasy, But A Cameo For The Girls (Part Two)

9 December 2022 /

My husband knew his place. He wasn’t the focus of our all-girl orgasm party – he was merely there to provide a service, and he realised that he would be swallowing piss on and off all night. The secrecy and intrigue of him not knowing who the women were or what they were doing was a delightful twist, and as well as drinking the women’s piss, he had just had his cock emptied of cum after a prolonged cowgirl fuck, his softening cock sliding quickly out of her slick cunt as she got off him, whilst yet another woman drained her bladder.

And then all of a sudden, he was left on his own. Someone went back after a while and gave him a little of his favourite fizzy beverage to rinse his mouth out, but he didn’t know how long he was left for, whilst us women were enjoying ourselves with various orgasm related activities, and even sharing his cum load directly from the cunt involved.

Whilst we weren’t specifically loading our bladders up, a decent amount of carbonated fluid did give us more fullish bladders to empty, so after a decent amount of time, the women started trickling back to their human toilet to empty their refilled bladders, this time mostly in pairs (as women always seem to do!), and this time he could taste the cunt juices on each woman before they started pissing. That was tantalising him.

Whilst he was alone, he had started to process what had happened, and he began working out whose cunts he had tasted and smelled. I knew he would. He had bragged before of how he would be able to recognise any of the cunts he had eaten during his sexual career, and I think he realised I was about to test him on that. The cunt juices helped him to become more certain of his deductions and more confused about the ones he didn’t know. At this point, he was certain of four cunts and had ideas about some others, but there was the one he had no idea about.

There was one part of this exercise that I hadn’t really thought through, and that was his bladder, which by now was full to bursting, and of course him being tied down meant he couldn’t grab at it or move to ease his discomfort. One of the earlier women from the second round said she had noticed his rock-hard bladder and had decided he needed emptying to create more room. In his aroused state, pissing would be difficult, but she just sat on his chest and pressed down hard on his bladder firmly and repeatedly until he could resist no more and she forced a spurt of piss out of his cock. A flow followed, the piss going all over the bed and his body, seeping in between his skin and the latex. I was so glad I put the protective covers on the bed, and the moistness being close to his skin made his predicament even more uncomfortable, and he thought he’d be in that damp discomfort for a while yet.

Occasional pissing by the women carried on for a while, his mouth still eagerly hoovering up the piss despite the amount he had already consumed, and how his poor neck must have ached.

One of our number had already laid claim to his second load of cum, so at some point a little later in the evening, she decided it was time to collect and so she called us all in to take part in his milking. She placed his limp cock up against his damp body and start rubbing the underside of it with her hand right from his balls right up to the tip. They were quite rough with his cock really, rubbing it with some downwards force, pushing it into his belly. That vigorous rubbing brought it back to life and it started to get hard, grow and lift off his belly.

When it was upright, the rubbing with a hand stopped and he felt a cunt slide over it for a couple of minutes of fucking, before the cunt was removed and replaced with another one, and another and another; a sort of cunt relay with two minute legs. He realised that they weren’t about to stop until his cock had explode uncontrollably for a second time, and he amused himself by playing cunt roulette with them, trying his best to hold back his cum until he no longer could. Mind over matter, trying to keep control of his cock whilst his mouth was being filled with piss again. Several times he felt his cock have that final growth and hardening spurt that immediately proceeds an orgasm, but on every occasion, having felt it themselves, they immediately withdrew their cunt, delaying his orgasm a while and giving another cunt a chance to ride. And then, one time, the cunt didn’t withdraw at his final growth, instead bedding down to a fast rhythm of squeezing at his hard cock. A few seconds later, having held off for as long as he could, his cock finally and repeatedly spewed his cum into the moist cunt enveloping it, and we again licked his cum out of the cunt involved, sharing it between all the women. He mused if it was the same cunt or a different one. He’ll find out soon enough.

With his cock drained twice and his mouth still tasting of piss, his ordeal was nearly over. Us women were mostly orgasmed out, and so as it was late, we decided to close the party and drift away. I only released him once everyone had gone.

What I need to do now is the part my husband has been waiting for. Who were the women? What was particularly mean was there was one cunt that he didn’t recognise; in fact, he was sure he’d never tasted it before and now of course, he knows he was right. But he still doesn’t know who it was. Of course, he also had no idea which cunts he came in either time.

And so, to the naming. He got a number of participants, me and Victoria obviously, Laura, Paula and Sara. He also correctly worked out two cunts from over a decade ago: Anne (his best friend’s little sister, whose virginity he took) and Debs (a former FWB from work, who he fucked for a good number of years). He also correctly worked out there was a new woman in the mix, and that was the woman who specifically wanted him to cum in her cunt, and whose cunt he came in both times that night. That woman was Kat, a friend of ours who is a totally filthy slut, but until recently, was in a lesbian monogamous relationship, so the most she got to do was flirt.

Kat first came to his attention at a friend’s birthday party, when she leant in through a window, and my husband and another man who were sitting at a table outside got a completely unobscured and unapologetic view up her tiny but floaty skirt of her totally smooth hairless cunt and the bottom of her ass, unhindered by panties. She stayed in position for quite a few minutes (holding a conversation inside as the two men looked), and when she did eventually move, she just smiled sweetly and moved on. She was wearing a headband with little black cat ears that day, and in fact, she gave them to me a few years later for incorporating into a sex costume I was making.

But she was absolutely doing the window display deliberately. A girl after my own heart. A simple love of display and some willing and friendly folks to display to. Certainly, neither of the men have forgotten the incident, and Kat is really smug about that.

My husband dreamed of going up behind her when she was bent through the window and just fucking her in front of everyone. This wasn’t quite the same, but after all these years, he did get to be fucked by her in front of 7 lusty hyped up women. Another cunt to add to the list and Kat has said she’ll be round for a proper hard fuck where he isn’t immobilised soon. Even more interesting, each woman also had her cunt over his erect cock for a two minute session (some doubling up), but Kat was the only one he came in, totally by design.

So now my husband knows. I expect he’ll be over the moon, especially with Kat, and getting Debs and Anne involved again. For Anne, it was her first ever lesbian experiences (and given the enthusiasm of her tongue and her keenness to be worked on by the other women, it won’t be her last). All amazing women, and without exception, every single one loved the human toilet situation. As did my husband, and as if having your mouth pissed in by multiple women isn’t degrading enough to then have your own bladder emptied all over you is even more degrading.

I know my husband wants to do the human toilet thing again: he’s still obsessed with the position. I dread to think how much piss he drank, but without exception, all the women absolutely loved the dynamics of the situation. His neck ached the following day, but one of his last remaining unfulfilled fantasies was ticked off the list.

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