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A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part Two)

29 May 2020 /

My tongue was getting tired, but Paula was so close to cumming, I had to persevere. That last little kick seemed to take forever, and she started rocking her hips to give my tongue a hand, and her reward for this rocking was a shuddering orgasm, which I prolonged by doing short bursts of quick flicks with my tongue. I licked up some of her cum, and then gave way to my husband who gently finished cleaning her up. For the first time since I’d known her, she looked deliriously happy.

He got up off the floor and went and sat in the chair facing her and the fire, as she lay there with her eyes closed, bare cunt on display.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and sat up, raising her arms and removing her dress completely. She had a matching bra to go with her tiny panties. The bra was clearly struggling to cage her 30FF tits as she was still heavily breathing.

I handed her the glass of wine, and she was clearly enjoying the sensation of the rug on her ass. For the next twenty minutes, they were telling me stories of their fucking. All quite vanilla compared to the kink we get up to, but it was clear they were great for each other at the time.

Paula was saying how she loved the way his cock got so hard that he could probe in the area of her cunt, and he would eventually enter her hands free. I said he could still do that, and her face lit up.

She put her left hand into the right cup of her bra and pulled her tit up over the top of the cup, then did the same with her right hand and her left tit. That is the blow job position he trained me in right from the first blow job I gave him. She looked at him expectantly, and he obliged by getting up, undoing his trousers and dropping them to the floor. She was surprised he wasn’t wearing pants, until I told her he did it for me so that I could get easy access to his cock.

She thought it made sense, and beckoned him her way, grasping around his cock with one hand and rolling his balls in her other hand. She was being quite rough with his balls and was running her hand with thumb and forefinger in a circle tight round his shaft from behind his glans to his balls. His cock had jumped to attention, and she slipped his glans into her mouth and then started rocking forward, sliding her mouth down his shaft right behind her fingers and whilst squeezing and twisting his balls.

As her mouth got more and more frantic, his balls got more and more twisted until on one outward stroke, her motion carried on and she rolled back to the rug and spread her legs wide, her feet hanging in mid-air.

He dropped to his knees, leant over her and probed at her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and then on one such probe, his glans disappeared from view. He smiled wickedly and her eyes widened, as he made small rocking motions out and larger motions in, and soon, he was balls deep in her cunt and she was crying out from his size.

The hem of my skirt was up round my waist, and I was playing with my cunt. I was avoiding touching my clit too often as I didn’t want to cum too early. My eyes were fixed on his cock as he started his long strokes in and out. Each time he drove in, she let out a little yelp. He leant back on his heels a little, meaning his arms weren’t holding his weight any more, and this allowed him to grab on to her tits. His motion backwards and forwards, twisting her tits with every stroke, and her expression turned from surprise to gritty determination. She breathlessly told him to stick with that movement and her moans got louder and louder.

I started including my clit in a figure of eight movement, as I thought she was close to cumming, and I thought I’d get closer and try to time my orgasm with hers. She gritted her teeth as he was obviously perfectly rubbing her cunt as she needed it, whilst still twisting her tits.

Her cries got really loud as I tried to muffle mine, and within a few more moments, her body started jolting and shuddering as it gave way to another orgasm. He kept the relentless rhythm for a few more seconds and I focussed solely on my clit. He slammed into her cunt, stayed deeply buried and unloaded his cum deep inside her. I yelled out, closed my eyes, did circular motions on my clit (missing a few out occasionally) and prolonged my orgasm as much as I could.

When I had stopped, I removed my hand from my cunt, and opened my eyes to find them both looking at me and my exposed cunt with big smiles. Paula looked at my husband and said that she had never tasted cunt before and asked if he thought now would be a good time to start. Thankfully he absolutely did, so I stripped off as she sat up and removed the bra from under her tits. Then I squatted on my knees over her face and let her tongue start work on me. Her eyes were looking straight at my tits and for someone who had never licked a cunt before, she was doing a great job. My husband’s cock, no doubt fairly limp, was still in her cunt and therefore he was behind me, so as I rode her face, my husband reached round me and grabbed my tits, making them twist slightly each time I moved. She had licked me clean of cum but was now focussing mostly on my clit. What with that and the tit twisting, it wasn’t long before I was cumming again and covering her face with sticky juices. I let her clean my cunt up with her tongue for a while, then I moved off her and leant down to clean off her face and then had a nice long tonguy cunt-tasting kiss.

Once we’d stopped kissing, my husband said she needed something nice and gentle to finish off, so he had her roll over on the rug and he held her ass cheeks apart and started licking down her crack and focussing on her asshole. After he’d done that for a while, he gave way for me to take over working her asshole with my tongue and he went up to stroke Paula’s hair. She seemed contented and almost purring.

My husband later admitted that he used to love finishing like that, but after the amount of anal he’s had lately, he really wanted to get his cock buried deep into her asshole. Anal has always been a red line with her, but I said I thought maybe one day she would try it. Maybe she needed to see me getting a big fat cock ploughing into my asshole to make her want it. Still, that was all for next time, and I was sure there would be a next time.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part One)

23 May 2020 /

It was a difficult autumn last year. I didn’t know I had gluten issues to explain feeling unwell, and it has been quite an eventful few weeks, so we decided to take a week out in a holiday cottage to relax, unwind and fuck. Victoria came for a couple of days at each end (over the weekends), and we had a few days without her in the middle.

One of those middle evenings was taken up meeting a friend called Paula. She is actually an ex-friend with benefits of my husband. They were thrust together when they were each being bullied by their bosses at work. They supported each other and ended up fucking rather a lot, before they each moved on to other companies and Paula moved out of the area. That was eleven years ago (before I was with my husband), but she made contact with him in February last year.

She had split up with her husband after a pretty awful marriage and I think she was hoping for some sex. But instead, I became friends with her too. She is lovely, about seven years older than my husband, but very fit and I had to admit I’d have liked to have got inside her panties myself. But clearly, she was struggling. I did offer to lend her my husband to fuck her, but the idea seemed to blow her mind. We’ve met up a number of times since, and she has turned into a really good friend, but nothing sexual had occurred.

As the cottage where we were staying is only about fifty minutes from her, she popped over on the Tuesday evening to see us. We were going to go out for a meal. Sex didn’t even cross any of our minds when we organised it.

When she arrived, we had the log fire raging, and she hadn’t been there long when we brought up the thick rug in front of the fire, and we mentioned how the landlady told us she had several rugs so one was washed after each set of guests (without mentioning why). We all knew it was because people fucked on the rug, and we took no time in doing so ourselves when we first arrived and with Victoria. It was so soft and welcoming, and we used it a lot in the days before Paula arrived.

When we spoke about the softness, Paula got up and lay down on the rug, closing her eyes in happiness, and saying how fabulous it felt and how amazing it would be to be fucked on it. She parted her legs an inch more than they were and she looked at us each in turn.

In my kinky mind, that was an invitation, and my husband looked at me with a naughty sparkle in his eye that said he did too. He nudged her legs slightly further apart, and he knelt down in between them, as she looked across at him with a little smile.

Calmly, he gently took the front edge of her skirt and lifted it up past her waist. All she was wearing underneath was the tiniest black lace thong. There was no sign of hair anywhere either on or between her legs. He looked across at me and I winked at him before we looked back down at Paula. She looked happy with what he had done so far. He hooked a finger on either side of the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down. She gently lifted her ass off the rug, whilst he pulled her panties over her cheeks, then she dropped her ass back down to the floor as he took her panties all the way off.

He rolled them into a ball, held them to his nose, inhaled her aroma, and then he threw them to me. Paula looked at me as I did the same and seemed to take that as assurance that I was happy with events.

I carried on inhaling her scent from her panties, as my husband began stroking up and down her cunt, which was presented in the hamburger style. She really has the lips for it, with just the right amount of puffiness to make her cunt look edible!

She looked very content as he stroked from her clit to her perineum, and then she looked between us both and said “I had an MOT this morning, like he and I always used to. It is in my bag.” and she nodded in the direction of her bag. Still inhaling her panties, I pulled out an envelope and had a look at the results – she was disease free and already had a coil to stop pregnancy. Even more important though was the fact she had the tests done at all. That demonstrated intent. Sex may not have crossed her mind when we organised this, but it did before she arrived, and she came here to take me up on my offer; she came here for a fuck.

I told my husband she was good to go, and he started dipping his fingers into her cunt. She looked contented to finally be getting some genital attention, a clear seven months after first making contact.

“Paula here” he started saying “used to like having her asshole licked but didn’t like any more anal penetration than a tongue”. She nodded, but had her eyes closed, seemingly focussing on his fingers. “But she has a very juicy cunt” he continued, as Paula giggled a little. Sweet and endearing.

I noticed his voice was very soothing and mellow, in stark contrast to when he calls me a slut and hurls me onto the sofa for a raw fuck. This girl needed wooing. This girl needed soft velvety comfort, and he was supplying it.

He moved his hand so that his thumb was on her clit and all four fingers were moving in and out of her cunt. Her body was starting to wriggle and shake, as his hand worked her clit and cunt more intensely. She occasionally lifted her ass off the rug as she strained against his hand, and she got louder and louder as she got nearer to cumming. I looked at the concentration on his face as he tended to her, and she started to cum, yelling as she did, and he kept doing occasional small shudders with his hand to milk her orgasm to the end.

Once she stopped cumming, he withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices off them. I was hoping for a taste, but I wasn’t disappointed with what he did next. He raised her ass up on a cushion, then leant over and had a few licks, commenting to her that she tasted as good as she ever did, and then he offered me a chance to taste. She looked at me and smiled. I wanted to dive in with a full Vicki style tongue examination, but remembering his gentle approach, I use slow deliberate strokes with my tongue. She did indeed taste wonderful, and my tongue slowly hoovered up all her juices that it could find. But before I had finished, my tongue action had started her hips moving again, and although my tongue was starting to tire, I realised there were more orgasms in her right now and I focussed on getting her closer. She came pretty hard when he fingered her, but I really wanted to make her cum again really hard – I love the juxtaposition of a sweet woman who loves to be wooed letting herself be brought to a massive continuing orgasm in an unrelenting way, and I was the unrelenting woman to get her there.

Victoria’s Discovery Of Cake Sits

5 May 2020 /

Why on earth does sitting my cute pert ass on a perfect pink creamy sponge cake feel so good? I had absolutely no idea that it would.

Hi, it is Victoria again, and I’ve spent the last fortnight trying to get my head around why such a simple act feels so amazing.

I mean, there is so much going on in this one act. You’ve got the fabulous squelching and oozing (with something that feels perfect for that), you’ve got the destruction, the ass imprint and the ruining of the perfect princess thing all rolled into one perfect act.

Just thinking about the oozing and squelching, of how the cake felt in my ass crack and oozing its way into my cunt, makes me ready to cum by thought and memory alone. I’ve never been that excited by an act I’ve done ever.

I love the opulence and exaggeration of the swirls of fluffy pink icing, and how it feels as I lower my spread ass onto it. I love how the icing round my asshole feels like it flutters as I fart on it. I love the stickiness and how it seems to glue the cake to my cunt and ass, and it is that same stickiness that allowed Mira’s husband to stick large amounts of squashed cake to my tits.

My 32GG tits can also be described as pendulous, and in a similar way to Mira, her husband loaded my tits with cake. He knows me well though, and he knows how I love for my tits to feel they have had a workout. I love them aching from where they’ve been swinging backwards and forwards and if he can make them swing quiet viciously through the motion of my body, then he does.

It is the reason why when I use the exercise bike (which I have been quite a bit in the last few weeks) that I’m topless, as I love the way my tits snap side to side as I peddle. (For the record, Mira, quite sensibly, keeps hers strapped down on the odd occasion she uses it).

So, having loaded my tits up with cake, he presented his cock to my mouth, and had me suck it, and as I moved backwards and forwards, my cake-laden pendulous tits swung backwards and forwards in an amazing way. The extra weight made a lot of difference. As well as dreaming about having my tits heavy with cake, I’m wondering about other ways of adding weight to my tits.

Whilst I was sucking on his cock and my tits were viciously swinging, I orgasmed really quite hard, so later when Mira ate the cake from my cunt, she got to eat cum soaked cake. She did give me a little to taste though and it tasted divine.

The whole thing was a sensory and emotional treat, and certainly wouldn’t be my last time doing any of it. I’m really glad that they chose to leave my cake sit until right at the end of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, as anything after would have been an anti-climax.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. I was trying to work out why it was so good, masturbating at the memories, and wondering what other foods may feel great when sat on.

As I reminisced, I remembered steam puddings, those upturned from a pudding bowl, vanilla ones covered is sticky jam and toffee ones covered in toffee sauce; they’d have to be cold rather than hot, but I bet they’d work well. I remembered the pink tray bake cake from school; I bet that icing which was sticky and held together as a sheet would feel amazing wrapped around my ass. I remembered upturned blancmanges but wondered if they might not have enough resistance. I then remembered trifle, and spent ages trying to work out if I could sit on a trifle. I so wanted to sit on a trifle.

I remembered chocolate éclairs, then mused that the cream would probably spray out of the ends. Then I remembered choux buns covered in chocolate and split around the middle and filled with cream. That was a probably more pleasing cream ooze pattern. And then I remembered profiteroles, a lovely big pile of cream filled chocolate covered profiteroles and I thought how lots of little jets of squirting cream might feel.

I am well and truly hooked. It was only a few days after that first cake sit, and yet I had already done another one. I found an original school canteen recipe online for the pink iced tray bake, so I modified it to be gluten-free and made one of those. I’m not sure what Mira was more impressed by – the fact I wanted to do another cake sit so quickly, that the pink icing stuck to my ass so well, or that the cake tasted exactly like she remembered from school.

A couple of days later, Mira’s husband returned from shopping with a couple of good sized éclairs. So, as we sat down for dinner, he lined them up with our spread ass cracks, and we lowered ourselves onto them. The cream did indeed squirt out of each end, but because we rolled onto them (front first, then rolling backwards), the cream at the front squirted onto our cunts. He caught the cream at the back in his mouth and swallowed it. We then had the rest of the meal with our sticky desserts under us, every small move creating squishing and sticky sensations in our ass cracks. We were in no hurry to reach dessert, but when we did, it was divine – each woman bending over the table for someone to eat the éclair directly from our ass cracks (I ate Mira’s and her husband ate mine). I really enjoyed that meal!

I made a couple of gluten-free cupcakes earlier on today. I did a massive pink icing swirl on each, and I took one into the lounge to show Mira and her husband. Mira stood next to me, peeled the cake case off the cake and stood admiring it in her right hand. They were impressed, especially with the icing. She placed her left hand at the top of my ass, then in one fluid movement, she took the cupcake and squashed it into my cunt, cupping around my cunt to collect any loose cake and then squash it all in. It was oozing deep inside me and was filling me with something fantastically squishy and sticky.

When she was satisfied it was all in, she took her hands off me and licked at the hand the cupcake was in. She looked very mischievous and very pleased with herself. I felt over the moon. Even slight movements made the cake ooze and squish inside me. I would probably have stood there for ever, but Mira’s husband reminded me Mira wanted to post this article today, so he suggested I should finish that, then he’d get me in the Queening chair, use a wand on my clit for a bit and then clean me out.

So here I am, cunt full of cake, feeling in sensory heaven, trying to stay focussed enough to finish this post off. It isn’t easy because the cake feels so good.

Influences and Progress

29 April 2020 /

I was genuinely concerned that I had permanently lost my desire for sex. Whilst I was ill, I had sex primarily because I wanted to feel close to my husband and Victoria and to make them happy. Normally I want sex for my own sake as well, for the penetration, for the genital contact and for the orgasms.

My husband did his bit to help my desire return by wearing his suit much more than usual. He’s a respectable senior manager and he looks fucking gorgeous in a suit. When he comes in from work wearing it, my cunt usually moistens up immediately and I have a desperate need for him to fuck me whilst wearing it. I’m glad we bought a machine washable suit, as it would become expensive to keep having it dry cleaned. Even though I was feeling like shit, I still needed his cock in my cunt whilst wearing the suit, so it got me having more sex than I might otherwise have done. Cunning, and brilliant that he found a way that worked.

As I’ve recovered, I’ve got my desire back with a vengeance; in particular, Vicki has really got me hooked on having my cunt licked, which is interesting as less than a few years ago (before meeting Olivia on holiday), I really didn’t like it being licked that much.

Vicki’s tongue is amazing: so gymnastic, so flexible, so strong, and so long. It always feels like she is digging her way into my soul, rather than merely licking my cunt. My husband has a great tongue and uses it well, but it has nothing on Vicki’s. I guess it is because she knows what works well on her own cunt, and therefore does that to mine. That, together with the agility of her tongue, makes for an utterly mind-blowing and deeply probing cunnilingus session. Vicki has had a lot more lesbian experience than I have; sure, I’ve been with a good number of women before and I’ve had and given some wonderful orgasms, but Vicki is much more about the experience, the whole package, the love making; “The Vicki Fuck Experience” I call it (she said I make her sound like a theme park ride, and what a ride she is!).

Whilst I was feeling down and melancholic, I was thinking about how fragile sexual desire is. Up until that point, I had always wanted sex and had always found sex when I needed it. In morale terms, it was absolutely crushing to not want sex. I forced myself to do some stuff, a lot of anal for my husband to enjoy and a lot of cunnilingus for Victoria to enjoy. At the time of each act, I did enjoy myself, but for some reason there was no connecting that enjoyment to desire.

When I was at my lowest, I thought a lot about all the people that helped me to get here. Obviously, my husband and I (and now Vicki) encourage each other, and he has been positive not judgemental when I’ve made “disgusting” suggestions, and I don’t think I have suggested anything that we haven’t tried.

But there are others who had a big influence on where I’ve ended up.

The first was my sexual education teacher at school. I was only fourteen, and here was this beautiful young woman teaching a load of girls about relationships and sex. She was body positive and sex positive, telling us about female empowerment and how women should enjoy sex too and how to go about making sex what we want or need. My family always treated sex as if it was disgusting, yet here was a positive role model teaching us how to enjoy sex. Here was somebody strong, sassy, sexy and eloquent, and she almost instantly became a role model to me.

I still have the book she gave us in the classes. Amongst the advice was to never trim or shave your pubes as they have an important function to perform. Our teacher did a really good job of selling this to us; we didn’t find out until just after leaving school that she began the day of that particular class with trimmed pubes and ended the day (in an act of rebellion) with her cunt totally waxed. She was my hero and my inspiration.

I still remember the key bits of advice that she gave us. Never say no when you mean yes, masturbate frequently to build up your stamina, and always wear your panties on top of your suspenders to aid a quick fuck. Three important pieces of advice, and I suspect that isn’t quite what the government had in mind.

A few years later, the latter piece of advice became useful, as I realised that tights brought on cystitis, and just what a cock magnet stockings were. The men I encountered loved fucking me with my stockings on, a love of sex whilst clothed that is still going strong today.

Getting my panties off wasn’t a problem; finding them or remembering to look for them was quite a challenge. I lost count of the number of pairs of panties I left in unfortunate places. My favourite was I left a pair drying on a radiator in an Indian restaurant; I didn’t have the nerve to go back and ask for them.

My boyfriend of the time was always taking them off me at parties, mostly to masturbate me, and when I looked for them later, they had gone. Someone had a nice present, but my bank balance was stretched with having to keep buying new ones. It really wouldn’t have surprised me if he was selling them to his mates. He was ultimately an abuser who I saw for what he was and dumped, but he was an important influence in that he took sexual activity out of the bedroom and into the public arena, something my husband has built on.

The next person who influenced me was a girl at college called Di. We were flat mates who quickly descended into lesbian friends with benefits. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but we found our way through trial and error. We ended up most nights snogging, cuddling, and masturbating each other, and she taught me how to really let go when I orgasmed, as before her, I was rather quiet and reserved. I would love to have a session with her now, as I have come on leaps and bounds as a lesbian lover.

My final influence is a guy I knew about a decade after Di, and someone I have mentioned before. He has a condition that makes him between male and female (in that he has a small but functioning cock and decent sized breasts). He presents as male because his wife and soulmate didn’t want to be a lesbian, but he was amazing with me with encouragement and advice, about who I am as a person, about sexuality and getting what sex I want, and not following convention. He taught me a lot about gender identity and presentation, about being bi and pan, about how wanting and craving sex and going to get it is a good thing, and he introduced me to a whole community of interesting people, a community my husband and I are still very much involved in today.

I have been very lucky to have a lot of good influences on my development into my kinky self, and into a person who is able to talk about and support others who have made non-mainstream choices. After all, that is what this blog is really about – being the sexual animal you want to be, not the one society expects you to be.

The Great Cake And Cunnilingus Day Cake Sit (Part Two)

22 April 2020 /

So, there I was, my cunt and ass embedded in a formerly pristine pink buttercream iced Victoria sponge, and it felt good, with all the squished cake in my ass crack and cunt, and I had just pleased two eager people by doing my first ever cake fart.

As I sat on the cake, it was sticky and squelchy and just felt amazing. I could have stayed sat for hours, but after I’d been sitting in it for a good while, it was time to feed Vicki some cake and time to feed my husband some cunt.

I lifted my ass up off the cake, and as my cheeks were being held open by the floor, when I lifted my ass up, my crack closed up and cake squelched out of it. I adore those cake squelching feelings. I gave my ass a little wiggle to make any loose cake fall off, and I looked back to see a lovely pattern of my cheeks and ass crack in the squashed cake. It worked better than I had hoped, and I made my husband take pictures of the cake and my cake covered ass.

Then I moved onto all fours, my pendulous 34H tits slightly oscillating as I positioned myself. My husband moved the flattened cake from between my legs and placed it to my side. Then he sat down to my side by my tits. He grabbed the hanging tit closest to him, picked up a handful of cake with the other hand and squashed it onto the lowest part of the tit, covering the nipple and all the area round it. This was new, but it was obvious what he was up to. He then added more handfuls of cake all round my tit until it was pretty well covered. He then let my tit go and watched it as it swung backwards and forwards until it naturally stopped, checking the cake wouldn’t fall off.

He then went round to the other tit and repeated the loading and squashing. After he had finished, he moved the spare cake away and took another admiring look at his handiwork and took a couple of photos. The extra weight on my tits accentuated their pendulous nature, meaning even small movements made for quite long periods of tit swinging.

Once he was satisfied, he lay down face up on the floor with his head just beyond my feet. Vicki positioned herself between my legs and his head, lowering her cunt to meet his mouth, and lowering her mouth to meet the cake stuck to my ass.

And thus, the simultaneous cake and cunt eating began. My husband commented later that Vicki’s cunt was already slick and dripping with juices when his mouth first made contact – clearly cake sitting and cake farts were getting her horny. Her mouth and tongue started clearing the cake off my ass, starting with the outside of my thighs and outer parts of my ass cheeks. She was clearly doing it deliberately to make me wait for her tongue to contact my cunt, asshole, and crack. That tactic usually works, but when there is squishing and oozing cake involved, I enjoy those feelings too, so was in no rush for her to stop them. I was also loving the swinging of my cake-laden tits, with every small movement I was making being accentuated by the extra weight.

Just before she was about to start on my crack, she stopped and started making loud noises. I was so engrossed in my squelchy mess that I’d completely forgotten my husband was working her cunt with his tongue, and she was clearly close to having an orgasm. I knew my husband would have speeded up to make her cum, and once that loud yell that signified her orgasm had happened, so she briefly paused before recommencing on my ass.  The challenge of Cake and Cunnilingus Day is that whilst she has cake, her cunt needs to be licked, so I knew that as soon as she started licking at my cake covered ass, he’d be licking at her sensitive cunt again. She appeared to not be in any rush though, with clear and deliberate movements with her tongue and mouth, moving down my ass crack to clear it of cake and icing.

My ass was a little sticky from the sugar and her tongue, but my cunt was still covered, and she was unable to reach my cunt with her tongue, so I needed to move. I got up and enjoyed the feeling of the cake squishing between the underside of my tits and my body. I stood admiring my cake-laden cunt and tits, and had him take more photos, all whilst she went to get a towel to protect the sofa. I sat on the sofa, with my legs wide and my ass hanging off the edge, my cake-covered tits resting proudly on my chest. After another couple of pictures, my husband retook his position and Vicki got herself comfortable over his mouth. The way she closed her eyes told me he immediately restarted licking (as the rules state, until she finishes her portion of cake, she can’t stop him licking her). She opened her eyes and they locked onto my cake covered cunt. She put her hands to my cunt and started slowly and deliberately opening the folds and licking her way round my cunt.

Fold by fold and with amazing precision, she cleared the cake and cream off my cunt, sucking away at my cunt and licking down my hole to ensure I was cake free. I shifted a little uncomfortably just as she cleaned off the last bit of cream – that shift is a sign that I was part way to an orgasm. Vicki clearly saw that and focussed on my hole and running her tongue round my clit. I started breathing heavily and Vicki was moaning in between licks – I correctly surmised that my husband was still licking her cunt and had her part way to another orgasm too.

It was a race between her tongue and my husband’s, and I was hoping she would win, as if he made her cum before I did, she’d probably stop and let my orgasm slip away. I need not have worried – her tongue was forceful and quick, and she made me yell out and cum about ten seconds before she yelled out with her orgasm. That was close.

She settled back away from me and sat looking lovingly at me. My husband got up and leant over me, kissing me with the taste of Vicki’s cunt strongly in his mouth. My tongue was very active trying to clear her taste from his mouth. When I broke his kiss, he smiled at me and asked if he was permitted cake. So that’s why he loaded my tits with it! We agreed that he was, and he set about diligently clearing my tits of cake, starting at the top, lingering over my nipples, and finished with the really squished cake under my tits.

Vicki and I were both very satisfied. I really enjoyed my cake sit, cake fart, and how he added cake to my swinging tits. I’d definitely want all three again. And then I remembered Vicki still had her cake sit to come. But right now, I needed cake, which meant I needed one of their tongues to lick my cunt. My husband volunteered his tongue and Vicki started feeding me squished cake with a spoon. I love Cake and Cunnilingus Day.

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