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The Leavers Ball (Part Two)

Melissa and I were spending our last evening together at the university’s leavers’ ball, and we found ourselves in a room full of people fucking. We were focussing now on the all-women couples. For two of those couples, one woman was bent over the table, whilst the other licked at her asshole and down to her cunt, fingering the cunt and working it to make the other woman cum.

One couple of women were splayed out sitting on the desk, rubbing cunts together and using tits to maintain bodily control of their fuckmate. Their movements were mesmerising: rhythmic grinding, making each other make noise and bodily movements that Melissa and I never had. When we tried that, it was nice, it was arousing, but it never made us cum. Their movements made them cum, and hard.

The final couple of women were taking part in an activity that I knew would make us cum. One of them was just bent over a desk, the other one had her hands between the first’s legs and was quite viciously masturbating her, using a diamond of four fingers to penetrate the eager cunt in front of her, a vigorous and forceful fucking motion with the fingers, the thumb continually working the clit and the fingers did their fast in and out motions. With the other hand in the small of the firsts back, the first was pinned down, so there was no room for escape from the fast and forceful hand.

The hand made her cum and cum, its relentless movements pushing her to orgasm after orgasm. I really wanted to be her, to have my cunt as milked as hers, for my Melissa to draw that much juice out of me.

But Melissa had other ideas. She lay on the desk of a freshly cleared space and pulled me up, arranging me kneeling facing down her body. She pulled me into position, and then pulled my cunt down to her mouth. With me held in place by her hands, she started licking at my cunt. It was already slick with juices from the displays of the evening, but Melissa’s tongue was both effective at clearing the slickness from my cunt, but also very good at targetting my clit time and time again. I could feel the orgasm coming, but she was dragging it out, savouring every lick, eventually giving me a body shaking orgasm.

I collapsed as my arms couldn’t hold up my weight, but my face ended up mere inches from her cunt. I could smell the fragrance of arousal coming from it, and it wasn’t long before I wriggled into position, mouth directly over it, my tongue diving in. I felt her hands on the back of my head, forcing my head down, forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt. But instead of licking with speed, I licked slowly, burrowing my tongue into her channel between flicking over her clit. I put my hands over her thighs to keep them bolted to the table, as time after time, I flicked from clit to burrowing in the tunnel. She squirmed, she struggled, but her clamping my head and me clamping her thighs meant there was nowhere for her to go, no escape from my tongue.

I felt a moist wave with a musky odour flood my tongue as her hips tried to buck and rock away, and I accelerated because I knew she was near. And a forceful flick of the tongue was all it took to make her cum and cum, holding my head in place to taste her juices, my tongue never stopping moving across her cunt.

Once she had finished bucking, she let my head go, and I swivelled round, kissing her to let her taste her cunt and for me to taste mine.

But we couldn’t stay there, as there was a queue of people waiting to fuck. Time was passing quickly and it was after midnight when we returned to the bungee running tent, all too aware that our evening was drawing to a close, and all too aware that we were about to go our separate ways. In the tent was a discussion going on with about a dozen women and somebody from the students’ union. The bungee run was meant to be closed, but the women wanted to do one more run each, but this time, totally naked. In the end, it was agreed. The tent would be closed to new entrants and only the crowd still in place could stay. Then we would each get one run naked. I was about halfway down the list, Melissa somewhat later.

As my turn arrived, Melissa helped me to lift the dress off over my head, and she flicked the bra clasp to reveal my 38GG tits to the audience. There was an audible sound of approval as I walked down the bungee lane, my ass swinging as seductively as I could manage. The assistant began loading me into the harness, picking my tits up one by one pulling them through the harness and framing them with it.

Once the straps were tight, the assistant left the lane and I was ready to run. With each step, because of the way the harness worked, my tits snapped violently from side to side. If you were to do this for a long time, it would hurt, but this never is going to take long. I ran for as long as I could (which was still only seconds), before that tug of the bungee cord took me off my feet, my bottom half swung forwards, my legs flailed apart and I was pulled down the bungee run, ending up in a heap at the end. This time, without the dress, my cunt and tits were both still fully on display as I lay there, laughing, but also being fully aware of my display. Eventually, I got up and went over to Melissa, hugging and full on tongue kissing her. Then I put the dress back on and we waited for her turn, watching other tits snap and other cunts fly.

Melissa’s turn was near the end, and we waited for everyone to have a go before starting to leave. It was past 1am now and the event was winding down. As was our relationship. Melissa was leaving for home at the end of her overseas year, and I was finishing with university all together. And Melissa’s taxi was in 4 hours, my lift back to my parents was in 8.

Trying to make this last as long as possible, we decided to make one last trip down the hill to our pissing light, and having emptied our bladders with long and high arches of piss, we walked back up the hill arm in arm, stopping only at the bench halfway up to lick each other’s cunts clean of piss and have a last orgasm (which for neither of us took long).

As we finally got back to our halls, we tongue kissed one last time and then just turned and walked away. I didn’t cry as I walked away, but back in my room, I was in floods of tears. I’d never had anyone like Melissa before, and I wasn’t to know if I ever would again. It felt very much like the end.

The Leavers Ball (Part One)

I was only at university the first time for a single year. A combination of poor mental health and being too busy fucking both Melissa and my uni guy, and all those orgasm filled evenings in the nightclub, meant that I wasn’t making the progress academically that I needed to, and I took the pragmatic decision to leave university before doing my self-esteem any more damage.

That meant I was entitled to go the Leavers’ Ball, a lavish affair with the women in gowns and the men in tuxedos. I was entitled to take a partner, and I chose Melissa, as I was emotionally far closer to her than my uni guy. We blew a load of cash in acquiring these amazing silky flouncy gowns, with long gloves to finish off the look. Both our cleavages were on display, although our tits were well held in, something it turned out would be fairly useful.

The leavers’ ball was also to be our last evening together, as Melissa was flying home early the following morning, so we wanted to make it particularly special, one for us to remember.

The ball was a big multi-room affair, with a massive dance hall and loads of other rooms of activity inside and out, all raising money for the students’ union charity. What caught our attention was a tent outside, where there was an inflatable bungee-run. You know the thing – two lanes of inflatable with a bungee jumping cord attached. Whoever was in the lane ran until the cord snapped them back, pulling them off their feet and them flying backwards down the bungee lane. I’d never seen one before, but there was a big crowd round this and we wondered why. A woman in a lovely dress was being harnessed up, and then allowed to start to run.

The straps really emphasised her tits, the straps pulling the fabric of her gown tight around them and as she ran, they swayed from side to side in a mesmerising way. Clearly, a bra under a gown wasn’t going to give enough support for running. Then, only a few seconds later, the cord snapped her off her feet, her top half being pulled backwards, her legs pivoting towards the open end of the lane, and her dress flailing open, her legs apart and we all, for about a second, had a lovely view of her naked cunt. It briefly looked beautiful before being snapped out of view. Melissa saw too and I knew what the glint in her eye was all about: I had the same idea.

The woman in the next lane started to run too, her tits swaying even more than the first. She put up more of a fight against the bungee, but she too was snapped back, and she too revealed her naked cunt to the crowd. You could see why the crowd was there to watch, as woman after woman did the same. The odd one went through with panties (which were also nice to see, in particular, the woman whose tiny panties were pulled tight between her lips, seemingly emphasising them), but predominantly, it was naked cunt after naked cunt. Melissa and I put our names down, just standing in the crowd taking our panties off. Melissa thought we should swap panties as a souvenir of the night (I still have them!) and then we set about watching swinging tits and naked cunts until our turn arrived.

Whilst I was waiting, I thought how pleased I was that I had taken the time to trim my pubes before we came. I wanted to be tidy in case Melissa ended up licking me out, but now, it meant that the crowd would also see a nice tidy Mira.

It was about half an hour and twenty cunts later that it was my turn. The harness really did emphasise my tits, pulling the gown tight against my body, and as I ran, the effect of the harness was to make the top half of my body swing from side to side, therefore exaggerating the swinging of my tits. All too soon, the cord snapped me back, my legs swinging forwards and naturally swinging apart, displaying my cunt for the adoring crowd, even if only for a second.

Over the next couple of hours, we did it another twice each, before deciding we couldn’t do that all night and that we needed to move on to something else.

We roamed the buildings looking in the various rooms at activities, joined in some of them for a bit, before we decided to sit in the rose garden doing proper frenzied tongues kissing and a fair bit of groping with our hands. I’d honestly have fucked her right there, but we thought better of it and thought we ought to find a room to fuck in instead.

We looked for a bit, finding lots of locked rooms and ones with non-sexual activities, but eventually we found a few odd people going into a room that wasn’t on the list of rooms with activities. We were hopeful as we poked our heads through the door. What we saw was a dozen couples engaged in various sexual activities, some men and women couples, some all men and some all women. The air in the room was full of the smell of orgasm and cum, so these occupants clearly weren’t the first.

There were seven women bent over tables, five of them had a cock in their cunts, the other two had a cock in their asses. I was somewhat mesmerised by the latter, as I knew of anal sex at this point, but had never seen it before, and certainly had never done it. They made it look so easy.

I heard a series of smacks, as one of the men had stopped penetrating his woman, had stepped back and was bringing his hand into sharp contact with her round wobbling ass, before plunging his cock into her cunt again. Her cunt stayed open when he withdrew and just took his cock right in there when he drove in.

One of the women started screaming as her body tensed up, shortly before her man stopped his motion and I could see the tell-tale sign of the muscles across his ass tensing, meaning he was filling her cunt with cum. They got up to leave soon afterwards, her adjusting her dress to make herself presentable. Now I could see her face, I realised that I had seen her do the bungee run already and knew she was pantyless, so she’d have a dripping cunt for the rest of the night now. Dreamy!

They were replaced by another couple, the woman bending over the table, the man lifting her skirt up over her head, pulling her panties aside and plunging his already fairly hard cock into her cunt in one slick movement. She must have been well lubricated already. Maybe he’d been playing with her cunt elsewhere, or maybe she was just that excited.

One of the other five couples were men, one bent over the table having his asshole reamed by the other. It was relentless. It was strong. It was a feast for the eyes, particularly for a fairly sheltered bi girl like I was.

The other four couples were women, and Melissa and I had every intention of being the next lesbian couple fucking there. But in the meantime, we could enjoy watching those already there, those already fucking, those already cumming, excited by the visuals, the smell, and the knowledge that we’d be next.

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part Two)

Kate was rubbing my now husband’s cock through his trousers, whilst trying to suck his tonsils out and clean his teeth with her tongue. When she thought his cock was hard enough, she broke away from the kiss, leaning back a little to look at him, still rubbing his covered cock whilst he played with her nipples. With her other hand, she stroked down the side of his face. Almost ashamed to say it, she whispered “I’m a virgin”. He leant in, gently kissed her, then leant out and said in a soft and gentle voice that she wouldn’t be for much longer and that her cherry would belong to him. She smiled. That was all she wanted to hear.

She got up out of her chair, gently pushed him backwards onto the bed and started undoing his belt. As she unzipped his fly, his cock sprang out, hard to the touch. She grabbed hold of it with both hands, rubbing them up and down his length (making him get harder with every stroke), before leaning in, making her tits swing away from her body and sway tantalisingly as she moved. She opened her mouth a little, then in one steady motion, she pushed her mouth down over his cock, her lips ending up nudging at his balls.

She had never had a cock in her mouth before, but she had seen girls do it at parties, so she had a decent idea. Running her mouth up and down his cock, with not just her lips surrounding it, but her fingers forming loops around it and working up and down as her mouth was nearly empty. He got very hard very quickly, and she suddenly had a panic that he was about to cum in her mouth. She’d do that soon, but today, she wanted him to cum in her virgin cunt.

She released his cock and clambered onto him, lifting the showy skirt up to reveal her cunt to him for the very first time. He noted her pantyless state and she was glad she had taken the trouble to shave her pubes into a very neat and precise triangle (and to clear her armpits, which she felt was important for the impact of the hair brushing).

She gave him a few seconds to stare longingly at her cunt, before she finished her repositioning, her right hand grabbing at his cock whilst her left steadied herself on the bed. She always wanted her first fuck to be cowgirl, and this was perfect.

She felt him lift the front of her skirt up, and she held onto his shaft and rubbed his glans against her cunt lips, spreading his pre-cum out across the exposed parts of her cunt. She loved that sticky feeling, but almost immediately, his glans nudged into the right place, and she was able to slide her body right down his cock. Oh, it felt so good to finally have a cock inside her, and she was looking forward to feeling him cum.

As he held up her skirt to enjoy the view of her cunt being impaled by his vertically standing cock, her pert unleashed hanging tits were moving rhythmically. She let go of his cock and put a hand on either side of their bodies and started sliding up and down, increasing speed a little as she gained confidence.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long. She had him really worked up, but she was in a position where his cock was rubbing up and down the top of her cunt, a glans rub that he knew was likely to bring her to orgasm imminently. He was just willing her to not change positions, and she didn’t, her body tensing not many seconds later. Here was her first cock induced cumming, and he lifted his hips off the bed to carry on the strokes, as she had stopped moving almost as soon as she started to cum. His little strokes kept the orgasm coming, whilst as soon as her body relaxed, he thrust in deep and she felt his cock spurting cum into her several distinct times.

She looked very happy, as she sat on him, cock slightly softening, but still buried in her cunt. After his cock shrank sufficiently, she climbed off, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her face down towards his cock. She got the idea; his cock, which was coated in their combined juices, was soon back in her mouth, her tongue cleaning their taste off his cock and her mouth and fingers slowly bringing his cock back to life. Over and over, she ran her mouth down and up, her fingers following close by. Towards the end, her mouth and tongue were starting to ache, but it was worth it, as that magnificent cock was getting back to peak hardness. She wondered if he had any cum left. She had to find out.

By rubbing the tip of her tongue down the underside of his shaft, she seemed to be able to milk a tiny pearl of precum out with every stroke. She liked the taste of precum, even more than the taste of their combined juices.

But obviously, he decided enough was enough as he gently slid her mouth off his cock. Then he got off the bed and manoeuvred her round, her ass now being in the centre of the bed and her lying down on her back on it. He climbed onto the bed, repeatedly kissing between her nipples (her glorious tits were still pert and hadn’t disappeared into her body) and her mouth. She found his cock again with her hand and began working it up and down with looped fingers. She didn’t want him to lose any of that hardness.

He helped by folding back the front of her skirt, to reveal her cunt to him once again. Now, the poor innocent girl was about to get one of his hard fucks, and with him having cum already, he knew it would be long and physical. He didn’t think she realised how long he would be able to last. She’d soon find out.

He sat up and rubbed his glans against her sticky, slightly shuddering cunt lips, and pushed past them with ease pushing in as far as he could get. She gasped as she felt his cock in further than it ever had been, and he gently kissed her before starting long strokes in and out, each time pushing in a little harder, until eventually he had built up a good speed and was slamming deep in full flight. Her gasps had morphed into screams as the speed built up, and her face had gone from amazement and pleasure to a gritted teeth determination to hang in there. She didn’t want this over too quickly, yet she knew she was close. His cock felt so hard and so big, and his speed and thrust showed no sign of reducing. But her control of her orgasm was fading, and she knew she was mere moments away. She decided to squeeze on his cock, using her muscles to tighten around his cock. As the dam broke on her orgasm, she involuntarily clamped down hard on his cock, and that was all he could take. She felt the throb of his cock again and again as he squirted cum even deeper in her cunt. So, he did have more, and she started to fear she had already become addicted to it. Losing her cherry, feeling a man cum in her, hadn’t sated her appetite at all – in fact, it made her want cum more.

Camel-Toe Crazy

When I left for university, I was finally released from my mother’s rule. Those clothes she made me wear, the fear she instilled, everything that stopped me from developing into me, rather than a clone of her. At uni, I had a chance to find me.

Fucking men: that was me. Turns out fucking women was definitely me too. Melissa wasn’t the first woman I had lusted after, but she was the first one that I had kissed and we had paired up quickly after that first kiss. I continued fucking my uni guy (he knew and was turned on by the thoughts of me and Melissa fucking) and she fucked some guy too on and off, but we were both enjoying the lesbian sex more. Between them, I was getting the most sex I ever did until I met my now husband.

But the thing I was having real trouble with was style. I wasn’t exactly a slim girl, but I was shapely, with amazing tits (although I wasn’t best enamoured with them at the start) and a wardrobe full of clothes your granny would wear. Thanks Mum, I’m not you. My clothes were all loose, covering me up, lowering my self-esteem even more than what happened in the rest of my teenage years did.

But by this point, I had a whole posse at uni, not just Melissa, and they were determined to help me find and hone my style. I’m not one for clothes shopping, but with a group on hand, we sometimes went out, trying on various things, using their experience and styles to make progress.

After years of crawling under a rock to hide from everyone, I wanted to break free, to be noticed. I had started by wearing tighter clothes, ones that didn’t hide the fact I was slightly larger than ideal, but the clothes I selected all showed off my curves superbly. I got a kick out of the positive response I received. Being noticed was wild!

On one of those shopping trips, we found a bra that dramatically emphasised my cleavage, and I bought that and a dress that took advantage of it. The cup fabric of this deep-plunge bra was also very thin, as was the fabric of the dress, so my nipples showed perfectly. I was advised to use ice to make them bigger to make absolutely sure they were on display, and I started doing this every time I went out.

Figure hugging clothes with monster cleavage and on display nipples was definitely the way to go, and I got a mega kick from showing off my tits, something I still get to this day. It was the first time I really began to love my tits. I know some women get upset when men talk to their cleavage instead of their face, but I love it and it just makes me happy.

Now, I’m not usually one for trends, but there was one trend that it was suggested would get me noticed even more. It was about ten years since camel-toe had first made it into the Urban Dictionary. What for a few years was a fashion faux pas went to being the height of teenage fashion, then looked down on, and then back into fashion again.

One of the poshest girls in the group showed me a pair of shorts in one of the shops that were pretty obscene if I’m honest. The briefest of try-ons showed their potential, but the full obscenity only showed later; the fabric pulled tight into my ass crack and a long way up my cunt, and I could arrange my flaps to make a fabulous camel-toe. I couldn’t wear panties under them, as it obscured the camel-toe, and as I was doubting the purchase, my posh friend said that if I bought and wore a pair, she would too.

In that same trip, one of the others showed me a top that stretched tightly across my tits, and with my deep-plunge bra, the straining of the buttons across my cleavage meant that a column of enormous gapes ran right down between my tits and with my iced nipples showing, it was a fabulous view.

Pair that with the obscene shorts, I had a killer outfit that hid nothing. This was a new slutty out there me, and I was a hit in the club we went to every week. My body was totally on show, everything visible and I’m not going to lie; it got me groped quite a bit, but I didn’t mind. I was seen, noticed, I was me.

And I fucking enjoyed the groping. Interestingly, whilst I was groped by men, I was groped far more by women. I can’t recall how many women I snogged, full on tongues, many of them resulted in mutual masturbation sessions in the seating booths or even right there on the dance floor. I didn’t know their names, I didn’t much care, I just loved the connections, the kissing, the groping, the orgasms.

It always happened the same way. A handful of ass or tit was grabbed, you were hauled from the crowd and up to another woman’s body, tits got squashed against each other, faces got close and tongues got pushed into each other’s mouths. No subtlety or finesse. Just a long hard snog with tongues exploring each other’s mouths and hands exploring each other’s bodies.

With two whole-hearted participants, hands inevitably headed cunt-wards, initially rubbing on the outside of the shorts; the thin fabric was rough and therefore provided a little friction on the rubbing, which only added to the sensation.

Sometimes that was enough, and focussed rhythmic rubbing right there on the dance floor, the odd rough kiss added, was enough to make a girl cum. The fabric of the shorts didn’t react well to cunt juices, and so, for the rest of the evening, I’d have a damp patch at the front of my shorts. Well, so would the other girl, and that was fine. And then the second girl that started masturbating you put her fingers to some wet fabric and she knew. Although she was normally the same. And wet fabric only emphasised the camel-toe, stickiness making sure the fabric stayed up your cunt.

Of course, sometimes, it wasn’t a quick wank on the dance floor that you were after. Sometimes you wanted to feel hand touch your flesh, finger fuck you, and so, guiding each other, you left the dance floor and headed to what were knows as the cubicles, U-shaped benched seating populated by kissing couples, normally on the way to wanking or giving blow jobs. Sometimes you had to wait, such was the popularity, and the cubicles invariably smelled of cum.

So, there you’d be, sitting in this cubicle, legs spread wide, your buttons undone to show your heaving cleavage to your new friend, obscene shorts round an ankle, whilst your new friend works your cunt with her fingers, targeting your clit quite viciously, rubbing on your cunt flaps and finger fucking you with two or three fingers. You could always see the focus on her face as she looks down at your cunt and the joy she was bringing to it. The good ones made you cum several times and then dropped to their knees and got under the table to lick you clean, and then once clean, it was time to swap places and reciprocate, and you’d end up with hands smelling of cunt and mouths tasting of it. A final hard kiss, swapping tastes as we went, and we’d part in search of the next cunt to wank, frequently to never see each other again after that night.

And often, in the same cubicle was Melissa, who, having seen the success my outfits were, got some of her own. She too had monster cleavage and a fabulous camel-toe, and had similar success with the women at the club. And every time, we had a cubicle session too. After all, molesting Melissa was the reason I started going clubbing.

The club was a bit like a cattle market, only the cattle picked each other. You weren’t fussy. Pretty much any woman who grabbed you was fair game, any cunt to be cherished for that short while, and of course, when we got back to uni, Melissa and I licked each other’s cunts out, not only to taste our juices, but because we’d publicly pissed on the way back up the hill and never dried our cunts.

Because despite all the groping, all the cunts, I was still hers and she mine.

I instigated as much grabbing and groping as I was grabbed and groped. Let’s face it, if I saw a woman in that club that I wanted to kiss or to make cum, I went for it. It’s why most of us were there, on show at the cattle market. I was rarely rejected, and I virtually never rejected anyone. Why would I?

I remember those nights with great fondness. I have no idea how many women I made cum, or how many made me cum. But it was a lot. And more importantly, I felt alive, I felt free. What with the clothes, the kissing, the groping and the care-free orgasms, both in the club and with Melissa, I felt that I was finally being me.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

The doorbell rang, and Rose’s husband shouted that the door was open and to come on in. Quite risky really as Rose’s husband was fucking me face down on the sofa whilst Rose was bent over an armchair being fucked by my husband. It could have been anyone knocking.

As the hard cocks rhythmically slid in and out of our cunts, Anna and her husband emerged from the porch, brandishing a platter of canapés. I felt Rose’s husband’s cock pull out of my cunt as he took the food to the kitchen.

I didn’t move, feeling a cool breeze blow over my slick but gaping cunt, until Anna’s husband pushed Anna’s head down behind me and I felt her tongue start to lick my juicy cunt. Anna had a great tongue and I wriggled as she licked my cunt, hoovering up my thick juices. I’d have to get her in the bottom half of my queening chair one day.

Anna’s husband, whilst offering us greetings, went over towards Rose and pulled his cock through his fly. Rose, whilst still being rhythmically impaled by my husband’s cock, eagerly took Anna’s husband’s cock in her mouth and started working it to get it hard, running her tongue up and down it, pushing his glans against the back of her throat, and squeezing his length with a ring of her fingers as she pulled his cock out and rested her teeth behind his glans. The impromptu spit roast didn’t last long though, as soon he was rock hard and pulled out of her mouth.

I think my husband realised what Anna’s husband wanted and pulled out of Rose’s cunt as Anna’s husband approached, his hands replacing my husband’s on Rose’s hips and in a swift movement impaling her already slick cunt with his hard cock.

Knowing full well that my husband would want to get in Anna’s cunt as soon as possible, I knew her tongue would soon be leaving my cunt. He gently pulled on Anna’s pony tail to get her up off her knees, and removed her jumper, freeing her amazing braless tits. He roughly grabbed each tit in turn, squeezing it, licking and gently biting the nipple in between kissing her lips.

The wetness of my now lonely cunt felt that cool breeze for a little longer this time, until Rose’s husband’s hands took my hips again and he impaled my cunt, continuing his thrusting where he left off. The breaks in fucking were helping his stamina, but not helping me cum, and I knew it would be a long hard fuck before I finally got there.

My husband gently pushed Anna to the wall, and immediately started working her cunt with his fingers, expertly and relentlessly working his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, working her clit and lips with his thumb and forefinger, his hard work rewarded with giving her a shuddering and extended orgasm. Without giving her a chance to recover, he then bent her over at the foot of the stairs, pushing her head onto the stair carpet, pushing her feet apart with his foot and then holding on to a tit in each hand as his hard cock pushed between her cunt lips and buried deep inside her, thrusting strongly and twisting her tits to control her body, making conversation really difficult for her.

Two more voices yelled hello, and a number of us yelled to come in, with Rose’s husband adding to lock the door after they came in. Tanya and her husband, bearing a gift of cheesecake and trifle, entered the room, and once again, Rose’s husband left my cunt gaping. This time though, it wasn’t empty for long, as Tanya’s husband took over from Rose’s fucking me, his barely hard cock growing quickly as my moist cunt enveloped it, but I knew it would be an even longer fuck as the rubbing was slowly getting him harder and harder. The relentlessness of the rhythm and rigidity of two different cocks had made me desperate to cum, but frustratingly, changing cocks had made me wait.

Tanya’s husband took over from Anna’s in fucking Rose’s cunt, meaning that was three cocks that had fucked Rose’s cunt in quick succession. And she fucking loved it!

Anna’s husband made Tanya suck his cock to get Rose’s taste in her mouth, before he stood her against the wall, freed her tits for the obligatory groping and then started fucking Tanya’s cunt, gently at first until she was slick enough to take the pounding she craved and was expecting.

And the total joy was that none of the eight of us had even mentioned sex or acknowledged that it was happening. Despite the fucking, we were trying to hold sensible conversations. It was crazy. And glorious.

What Rose and Tanya explained to me that evening in my lounge was that one evening, towards the end of a respectable dinner party, the six friends started fucking each other. No one could quite remember how it started, but the men were passing the women round as and when they liked, the women were going from hard cock to hard cock with total abandon, to such an extent that no one can really remember who made who cum. But cum they did, and then after the men were all spent, the women started licking cum from each other’s cunts, in a visual display that made those spent cocks start to spring back to life.

Once the women saw the effect they were having, a blow job chain was set up, where the cocks were passed from mouth to mouth until they were all hard again, and then the women once again were repeatedly impaled by cock after cock, this time entirely for the women’s pleasure, as the men had little more cum to give. All the women orgasmed again, and then, in a cum filled daze, they all slumped and went to sleep, each woman in the arms of a man that wasn’t their husband.

The whole evening was fuelled by a heady mix of sheer lust, total abandon, and familiarity with each other, and no one even thought of not carrying on once they started. They were just six friends fucking each other, in any combination, in any position, just enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other raw animal pleasure.

I was getting excited at their descriptions, and I found myself rubbing my dress against my pantyless cunt a little, more out of instinct than a deliberate action, and Tanya was doing the same in front of me. Rose noted my movements with a smile, saying we’re all friends and it was OK for me to make myself cum. I wasn’t going to say no, and as if to encourage me, Tanya lifted up her dress as I did, and we both started using our fingers to work our respective cunts. The sight was too much for Rose, who very soon had her hand at her revealed cunt too. The visual stimulation of three naked cunts being masturbated tipped us all over the edge. We all came in quick succession, and we each shared our sticky fingers with the other women, giving me my first taste of their cunts and them of mine. And divine they were too. I’d enjoy licking their cunts in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tanya pointing out that is why they were talking to me, and I felt a glow, a sort of pride, that they knew me well enough to have an idea what I’d want to do. And there was more to come, as I was still intrigued as to why Tanya ended up being visibly fucked by Anna’s husband in the middle of the night.

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