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Two Years On (Part One)

My husband has said before that there are few things as much of an instant turn on to him as coming home from work and hearing squelching and grunting that means his wife is being fucked by someone else. And then after the other man cums inside me, my husband gets his turn, gets to make me cum and gets to put his cum inside my already cummy cunt.

And that seems to be happening quite a bit of late. It wouldn’t surprise me if he sets it up that way. After all, one of the things that has made the free-use so intense is the way the men have co-ordinated our fucks, and our other free-use activity. The men only WhatsApp group is alive with timing co-ordination, activity synchronisation, planning for sequential cocks and generally keeping us all on a sexual high.

I can’t tell you how much this co-ordinated working has raised the free-use, has pushed it to extremes. Very little is by chance, and no chance to raise the intensity is missed. Their team work is impeccable.

They have had time to hone these practices. After all, it has been two years since we started on the free-use journey, two years since four women decided they wanted to give control of when they had sex to their collective partners. Four men would have the right to fuck any of the four women pretty much whenever they wanted to. And the women had to do it, regardless of whether they wanted to.

I never expected it to last two years, if I’m honest. But in that time, we’ve changed. Our attitudes, our expectations, our desires, and our requirements have all changed.

All four women are significantly more submissive than they were. It would be hard to be repeatedly bent over and fucked to someone else’s timing and for it not to have an effect. I remember when it first started, after the joy of the initial few weeks and it settled down into just regular free-use, sometimes it was a chore or an annoyance, not that any of us let on to the men. But over time, that has gone, our more submissive attitude has meant that when we are used now, it is a pleasure. Being interrupted for sex is now so mainstream, so normalised that it is expected, welcomed and enjoyed. We’ve even adapted what we do, like figuring out how to get fucked and yet still stir our dinner on the hob. Things like that are so much fun, and totally in the spirit of free-use. And now there is much more masturbation, much more penetration without orgasm, much more display, all intensifying the free-use.

The other major thing that has changed for the women is how much sex they want. I expected that, with so much sex, it would lose its appeal. It would become as boring as doing the laundry, and yet it hasn’t. In fact, it has gone the other way. All four of us now need the sex. Not merely want it, but need it. Being penetrated has become comforting. Not being penetrated has become noticeable, a gaping chasm after merely a few hours. The hunger for a good fuck is now a lot stronger than ever in all four of us.

The men have changed too. Obviously, they all had the desire to fuck us all the time, but physically, they struggled. But all that sex, over such a long timescale, has basically been training their bodies and has meant that their stamina has improved, both in terms of how long a fuck can last, but also how many fucks they can get in a day and how quick their recovery time is. Their knowledge of their bodies and how to get the best out of little blue pills has added more fucks into the mix as well. The biggest change though is the increase in the volume of their cum and how often they can cum, and as a cum slut, I adore that. Feeling a big load inside me, feeling it run down my leg after the event, is so fantastic, and their bodies have really stepped up.

Speaking of cum running down my legs, this blog post hasn’t taken me long to write so far, and I’ve already been interrupted for a fuck by Tanya’s husband, and as if often the case, he came just inside my cunt, and as I sit here, I can feel his cum trying to escape from my cunt. It’s a wonderful feeling, and these days, I get to feel it a lot. It is the sort of thing that makes free-use so fantastic, a reminder of free-use past and that that will come (and cum!), a free-use badge of honour.

But coming up to our second anniversary of free-use, we’ve been discussing, and have now agreed on some changes, things we expect will move the free-use on to another level.

Firstly, the men have decided they want to introduce the concept of a “second wife”. The original idea of the free-use was that sex across the three women who are not their wife should be roughly equal, and that’s mostly held true, and as wives, we’ve had more sex than the rest, purely because our husbands have more rights over us than the others (for example, our husbands have overnight rights to us when we are not available to others), although each husband is the lowest on the pecking order for their wife, so if my husband is fucking me, he has to give way if someone else wants to. And the men do enjoy doing that to each other, and us women are used to interrupted fucks and consecutive cocks.

Well, three of the men have their own favourite of the other three women, and they are different women, so they came up with this idea of a second wife. There are a number of changes for this, firstly the men would have first dibs on the second wife, so they can interrupt someone else and the someone has to give way. The second husband can’t stop someone else having sex with the second wife, but they can interrupt and get in first. Secondly, the men are allowed to fuck their second wives twice as much as the other two women, adding to the imbalance of individual fucking numbers, but it would balance out over the group as a whole. Thirdly, the men decided to limit the amount they can fuck their actual wives to the same number as the second wife (ie twice as much as the other women), although doing the stats, this would reduce fucking their wives very little, and the women would be fucked more by their second husbands anyway. Fourthly, it was decided that on particular days at least once a week, hopefully more than that, the men would all spend the night with the second wife, and have the additional overnight sexual privileges over their second wife rather than their own, an exchange of overnight rights with the other men. If the second wives spend further nights with the second husband and his wife isn’t there (like Anna does when I’m at Carla’s), the extra privileges apply there too.

So, I would be second wife to Rose’s husband, who every single time gives me a damned good fuck, who adores fucking me and who I adore fucking me, so I’m very happy with this pairing. My husband would have Anna, obviously, and Anna’s husband would have Tanya, who he is totally obsessed with, and she feels that in the size and hardness of his cock. She too is very happy with getting more of it. That leaves Rose and Tanya’s husband, who don’t have the same kind of obsession with each other. But they did have an idea.

There is another couple from across the road, Helen and her husband, and they know what we do, in full on explicit detail, and they’ve made it very clear they are desperate to join us, all in, as full members of the free-use group. Helen and her husband have been fucking in the village hall car park with some of the rest of us at events, so they are certainly in the right space fucking-wise. Now, Tanya’s husband is obsessed with Helen and Rose adores Helen’s husband. She thinks he is a lovely man, who she knows is very good with his hands and (according to Helen) he’s got a big cock and knows how to use it. So, assuming they agree to the second wife allocations, and to the rest of the free-use rules, that arrangement would work for everyone.

And Helen meets the other admittance criterium for our free-use group – she has big tits, and my husband saw them for the first time when she wore a tiny bikini doing the gardening last summer, the bikini barely holding them in, with them swinging away as she dug the ground. He, like all the men, will adore playing with them, adore groping them, adore mauling them, adore sucking them.

The three men came up with this idea, Rose and Tanya’s husband came up with the Helen plan and the whole lot was put it to us women for agreement, and that was our chance to get another change we wanted through.

Just Your Average Friday

I was really comfortable in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, head on the seat, tits nestling in the triangular tunnel between the seat, the arm and my body, legs spread wide, feet held apart by my spreader bar, skirt lifted up over my ass, hands gripping on to my ass cheeks, hard cock in my cunt. It was relaxing, it was familiar, I was entirely at home. I was on my third hard cock in a row fucking my cunt in this position, and I hadn’t moved between the fucks. I couldn’t really, my ankles were held wide apart by the spreader bar.

About ninety minutes previously, my husband bent me into this position and fitted the spreader bar. Once he was happy my legs were secured wide apart, he rubbed my cunt with his glans, nudging it from between my legs, and talking at me not as a wife, not as a free-use slut, but as a hole, a hole to be used, a hole for his and others’ enjoyment. It felt a bit demeaning, being reduced to a hole, but my cunt was tingling and my breath was shortening,

His glans felt good, comforting almost, as he waited for his moment to push his cock in and take me. I needed it. Even though I’d been fucked a lot already that day, I still needed it so much. And after his glans teasing my cunt for quite a while, rubbing on my lips and nudging my tunnel, he finally pushed his cock deep into my cunt and started to fuck me again, a long, slow, deliberate free-use fuck, specifically not rubbing inside my cunt the way I needed to cum quickly. He wasn’t being kind to me that day, he was making me wait, almost baiting me into begging to be allowed to cum.

Even though I wasn’t being built towards an orgasm, it felt so good to have his lovely hard cock ploughing in and out of my cunt. If his glans was comforting, his cock busy fucking me was relaxing perfection, using my cunt for his pleasure and his peace. My cunt was where his cock was meant to be, and it was for a good 40 minutes, until Tanya’s husband let himself in and found us mid-fuck.

As is his right, he made my husband give up my cunt and he immediately took his place, rubbing his glans against my lips and then pushing hard in, filling my cunt, replacing the empty void that was my husband’s cock, giving me what I needed. The men enjoy doing that to each other, stopping each other fucking mid-fuck, and the women get much longer fucks out of it. Swapping cocks mid-fuck seems so normal now.

My husband sat around gently stroking his cock and watched with a proud glow as Tanya’s husband fucked me, powerfully ploughing into my cunt, him getting harder and harder, and unlike my husband, he had rubbed inside and had already made me cum, a hard but fairly quick orgasm, as he ploughed on regardless, as was his right. He treated my orgasm with the disdain it deserved, as the most important thing was him cumming, him filling my eager cunt with a big load of sticky cum. My husband adored seeing my body squirm and loved the noises I made as Tanya’s husband fucked me and made me cum.

It didn’t seem long before Tanya’s husband was showing signs of being close to cumming, and he fought the valiant fight and held it off for a fair while, but eventually, he couldn’t hold on any more and he just sprayed the inside of my cunt with a liberal coating of sticky cum. My cunt always gets a lot of cum on a Friday, and so does my asshole.

As soon as he was done, he withdrew and left the house, with no clean-up of his cock and a cheery farewell, leaving my cunt in quite a mess. Almost immediately, my husband took his place back in my cunt, a sloppier cunt than he left, but well warmed up and already part way to cumming again. My husband wasn’t completely soft, but he needed building up again. This time, I came again in about ten minutes, as the rubbing was really hitting the spot. My husband obviously carried on fucking me, as I needed, and as I got more breathless, my husband accelerated, slamming his cock in hard, rubbing my clit and lips with his cock on the way in and out. I clamped down on his cock, making his cock rub on the inside of my cunt and making him start to grunt before he came, another dose of cum liberally sprayed round my well used cunt.

Just as he pulled out, relieved at finally getting to finish that fuck and being able to cum inside me, the front door went again and in came Anna’s husband. My husband still had a grip on my ass cheeks, even though he had pulled out, and I felt his hands leave my ass and be replaced by Anna’s husband’s hands moments later. His cock pushed into my slightly gaping messy cunt a moment later still, and he started his fuck, a semi-hard cock growing every second, building up towards depositing yet more cum in my cunt.

This is a Friday. I usually get fucked eight times before 5pm on a Friday. Friday is the day all the other free-use women are unavailable, and the men are usually ending the week working from home. So it falls to me and my well-used cunt and asshole to provide free-use for four men, four cocks all to cum, four sets of balls all to be drained, into my glorious welcoming and probably already cummy cunt and asshole. And this, Anna’s husband was my fifth fuck of the day, the fifth lot of cum deposited inside my body.

First up was my husband and my usual early morning Submissive Sodomy, a very long ass fuck that day, because “I wasn’t submissive enough yesterday”. Rose’s husband was next, and on request of my husband, he did another very long Submissive Sodomy session, and he said I knew why.

It was 10am before I came for the first time. It was another anal session, this time from Anna’s husband and I was so ready to cum, even the motion from rubbing my cunt on the bedclothes as he fucked my ass was enough to make me cum. He carried on fucking my asshole, my orgasm being irrelevant to him, and almost got me there again, but didn’t and left me hanging frustratingly short of an orgasm, stopping as soon as he came. I didn’t complain, I knew better than to complain. I was so near cumming that the postman’s manipulation of my tits shortly after Anna’s husband fucked me was enough to make me cum. It surprised him! I was just relieved, and my cunt was really messy under my skirt.

Then we had the bent over the sofa trilogy of my husband, Tanya’s husband and Anna’s husband cumming in my cunt, and all of them made me cum. By this time, I was cumming very easily, and I needed every single one of those orgasms. I was so on heat, even for a Friday. It’s days like this that I really feel like a cum dumpster, and in my sexual excitement, it is a label I am happy to carry.

Anna’s husband absolutely adores fucking a cunt that is liberally coated with other men’s cum, his cock gets so large at the sloppy feeling round his cock, at the visuals of a cunt that is leaking cum, and when I tell him how much cunt has been used and just how much cum I have in me, his cock gets the largest it ever gets, his fuck gets the fastest it ever gets and the most filling it ever gets, and he’ll end up adding a mega-load to that of the other men. I usually find calling myself a cum dumpster at the right moment is enough to finish him off.

So the totals were three anal and three vaginal fucks so far, and still about four hours to go, and Tanya’s husband did indeed cum in my ass and Rose’s husband came in my still sloppy cunt. It had become the norm, almost a tradition. On a Friday, if they fuck me twice, they try to do one of each. I even got a third session with my husband (as I sometimes do), as he was talking during my cunt fuck of another Submissive Sodomy session. I was so in the submissive head space, being grateful for every orgasm and proud my holes were being well used. I just messed up a bit the previous day, and instead of spanking me like I thought he might, he overloaded me with Submissive Sodomy sessions. I was angry with myself and he thought this was the best way to calm me and to ensure I learned the lessons of my slip.

Just remember my holes are theirs for the taking, theirs to do as they please. Although they mostly try to make me cum, they don’t have to, so each time they do, it is a precious gift, even if they ignore my orgasm and just carry on for their own pleasure.

And then, Friday evening, as usual, I went down to the village pub. My sloppy messy cunt wasn’t be tidied up before I did, and I got myself fucked by the barman, and I ended up going home with Carla, who enjoyed licking five men’s cum and copious cunt juices from my manky well used cunt. And she made me cum loads herself. It’s her joy, making me cum, over and over, especially when I’ve already cum a lot – it feels like a challenge to her. I made her cum too. She so deserved it.

So that was my last Friday, a pretty average Friday. I love it. I crave it. I look forward to it.

One For Each Year

I can’t quite believe my husband and I have been together for 14 years. And in those very early days, he groped my tits as if he owned them, he groped my ass like he’d never groped another, he filled my cunt over and over with hard, girthy cock and thick, sticky cum. And I loved it. I was his. I wanted him to take me over and over. And he did. Two and three times a day he fucked me, my cunt got very used to being filled very quickly.

My first period came, and far from slowing down or stopping fucking me because of it, he fucked me more. I always craved sex during my period and he was the first man to oblige. And we barely cleaned up from one lot before he was in me again, my bloody cunt being a magnet for his hard cock. And each time he did it, it felt that he took me again. His blood-soaked cock was in me, no matter what, taking me no matter what. I loved it. I was still his.

And then my cunt got a little uncomfortable. It needed some rest. And so, desperate for him to continue taking me over and over, I offered him my asshole. And he was kind and gentle and understanding, and well versed with fucking assholes, so even the first time, he started slow, but grew to be huge and strong with his thrusts. I didn’t like anal before, but with him, my asshole wanted to be taken, just as much as my cunt did, and I loved it. I was even more his.

Around the same time as the fourteenth anniversary of us being together, it was also the eighth anniversary of this blog. I thought I’d get bored of blogging by now. I thought no one would read it. I thought no one would like it. None of those turned out to be true. All the writing, all the memories. I’m incredibly horny all the time. My cunt is excited all the time. It wants to be filled all the time. Memory is powerful. My cunt is needy.

Also around the same time, it is the second anniversary of our free-use. I thought we’d get bored of that too, bored of being interrupted, tired of being used. I thought our cunts and asses would be worse for wear for all the sex. I thought someone would drop out or it would fold. None of those turned out to be true either. Over time, we grew to need more cock, we grew to need more use. My cunt is needier than ever.

Even an eight person gang bang didn’t sate it. It’s lust to be taken, it’s lust to be filled was growing more and more, and my asshole wasn’t far behind.

Ever since my husband and I got together, he liked marking and celebrating anniversaries, even sexualising anniversaries that weren’t sexual in themselves. He liked doing things to take me over and over again. I had a lust for a filled cunt, for a stretched asshole. And he always made anniversaries count.

The anniversary of us getting together is always celebrated on our own, just the two of us, emphasising our closeness and bond. But since our tenth anniversary of being together, he’s required me to orgasm the same number of times as the anniversary. This year, fourteen. He’s got 24 hours, but there’s just him. We both have to take the day off work. It is so tiring. Satisfying, but tiring.

He uses a spreader bar to keep my legs spread, to keep my cunt available to his hand, to his mouth, to his cock. My cunt barely has time to recover from cumming before he starts again. It gets so sensitive. My cunt needs him to stop, is crying out for him to stop. He knows the fight I have between cunt and brain. And he knows the brain will win. The cunt will have to put up with it. The cunt craves it really. I have orgasms to have. It has no choice.

And those orgasms arrive, as sure as night follows day. He forces my cunt through its refusal, til that orgasm builds again, til my cunt spasms again, gets wet again, sometimes even squirts. It gets milked again for every drop of girl cum, every drop of squirt.

It’s relentless. He’s relentless. I love relentless. My cunt loves it somewhat less. Still, it doesn’t have much choice.

And this year, we mirrored that first evening when we got together. We went out for an Indian (although this time, I had his cum dripping out of my cunt all the time we were eating). We watched a comedy DVD (the same one as fourteen years ago, although this time, he played with my cunt, he wanked me the entire time we were watching it).

Then we kissed, properly snogged. Although this time, the snogs were accompanied by hard wanking. I came mid snog. One of the fourteen. He didn’t stop snogging me. Or wanking me. I was his. He was doing as he wanted. And my body loved it. My cunt loved it.

Right throughout the day, more often than not, my cunt was filled. Cock when it was able, fingers or dildos when it wasn’t. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t think. I was just a creator of wetness in his hands. I had no will. I just did as he wanted. My cunt just did what it was told.

I can’t explain how overwhelming it was, how much he just played my body like an instrument, over and over on a whim. It’s almost like he was reminding me every second that I used to think I was a one and done girl, reminding me that he made me this way, made me crave his cock, made me cum over and over. I felt like I was just about hanging on, doing what he wanted, proving again that I was his.

I had lost track of where I was, what my cumming tally was. I didn’t have to worry. I knew he’d get me the fourteen. But today was all consuming, today was wanking for wanking’s sake, today was planned to keep me sexually on the edge for the entire day. And my body had no choice. My brain wasn’t going to make him stop, he wasn’t going to stop.

As my cunt came again, just by his fingers this time, he shot me a loving smile, before ploughing four fingers into my cunt again, vigorous, powerful. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, crying out as he milked my tired and overused cunt. I heard a “Just one more, slut” from his soothing voice, my cunt’s ordeal was nearly over.

He briefly stopped whilst he pulled me onto his lap, his erect cock impaling my already lubed asshole as I sat, his hands reaching round my body to both continue the four finger cunt fuck and grope and paw at my already tender tits.

The filth being spoken into my ear, the aching and throbbing of my tits, my asshole being stretched by his still enormous cock, his four fingers filling my cunt and abusing my clit as they fucked it. It overwhelmed me yet again, and I came, hard, extended, not even allowed to finish that orgasm until his fingers decided. He dragged it out. As I stopped cumming, I came up for air.

It wasn’t just fourteen orgasms, it was almost the entire day of being masturbated, groped, tits manhandled, cock in all three holes (often with neither of us cumming, just for the penetration). I couldn’t settle, couldn’t relax even for a second. I was kept on that sexual high all day, I was kept on a submissive high all day (even in the restaurant, he managed it, not least through the cum trickling out of my cunt all the time I was there, my blouse being slightly more open than I’d ideally have liked and the fact that I had a sizeable, slightly uncomfortable butt plug in). I was even penetrated whilst I prepared the other meals of the day. There was literally no rest.

And my poor nipples were punished early on. Manuscript clips, foldback clips, squashing each nipple, the pain of them being applied, fading to a dull throbbing pain, and then the pain of them being removed and the blood rushing back into them. And all the time I endured that, he was masturbating me, almost trying to wipe away the pain with ecstasy from my cunt. Meticulous. Loving. Endurance.

I lost track of time right throughout the day. I lost track of orgasms after the first couple too. The intensity was like nothing he’s ever done. So completely overwhelming. I felt I was fighting just to remain present in the moment, and sometimes I didn’t succeed. Sometimes I drifted away, only to be brought back by an orgasm.

And once I’d had fourteen, and they were fourteen hard orgasms too, once the time slipped past midnight, he put me to bed, intending me to be alone to recover. I cried. I didn’t want him to leave me. So intense had the day been that I wasn’t emotionally able to be alone.

So instead, he spooned me, gripping on to a tit as he often does. It was familiar. It was comforting. It was what I needed. I finally slept, happy, sated, owned, his.

His Late Night Panties Girl (Part Three)

Louise was bending over the university desk of my now husband, her arms folded on the desk, her tits swinging, his cock between her legs and buried deep in her cunt, fucking her with a perfect rhythm and a determination she admired.

She laid her head on her folded arms and settled in for the duration, her eyes looking at the mirror switching between her swinging tits and watching him drive into her, watching his muscles tense. He wasn’t quite rubbing where she needed, but she was pretty certain that was deliberate, that he was extending their fuck, as she knew if he got the position right, she would cum in seconds. But even without the rub, it felt soooo goood. Over and over, on and on, in perfect rhythm, he fucked her with power and style, her feeling his cock get even larger still filling her cunt and then making it feel cruelly empty, but only very briefly.

She felt a tiny bit of a throb, and felt him switch positions, only a few millimetres, but that was enough. He was hitting the spot. She knew it. She knew he was deliberately holding back. But she was ready. She wasn’t going to delay cumming any more. Those rubs were massive, they were perfect, they made her cunt start to clench in about 20 seconds, and as she clamped down on his cock as she started to cum, that clench made him spurt too. Over and over she came, and over and over he spurted, filling her cunt with him gooey cum, mixing with her flavourful cunt juices.

As his cock shrank out of her cunt, her tits were still oscillating a small amount, the result of the residual vibrations of their fucking.

He stood her up and they kissed, then she pushed him onto the bed and knelt with her legs either side of his head, but this time facing away from his feet, her cunt firmly locked over his mouth. As she looked down at him, with a big smile, she saw determination in his eyes, as his tongue started work clearing her cunt of their combined liquids, whilst all the time still looking at her tits. Those adoring looks and the previous manhandling made Louise love her tits.

Once she had enough of being licked out, she shuffled down his body and leant forwards, her arms locked straight holding up her body, her tits swinging almost touching his mouth. He didn’t need any asking, as she rocked slightly to her left, his hand brought her tit to his mouth, his tongue circling the nipple as his hand grasped and squeezed at the fleshy tit. After a few minutes, she rocked right, her nipple being cruelly ripped from his mouth, only to have another one hanging very near. His other hand repeated the torment of her tit as he sucked on her other nipple.

When her arms could take no more, she sat up and reached behind her body and felt for his cock, which was hardening nicely. Good, she wanted more cock, and since it had just cum, this time it would be a very long fuck. Exactly what she craved.

She got off the bed and knelt down next to it, her head leaning in to his cock, taking his hardening length in her mouth, her tongue tasting their juices, her head bobbing up and down, getting his cock just as hard as when he penetrated her those minutes ago.

When she took her mouth off his cock, he twisted on the bed and beckoned her to lay on it. After she did, he put his hand in between her legs and nudged it under her ass, lifting her lower half by her ass to position her exactly where he wanted. Then, he moved up the bed, holding his weight off her body but nudging his cock against her very slick messy cunt. She used one hand to part her cunt lips and the other to manoeuvre his glans in between them.

Pausing for a moment, he looked at her face. Her smile had gone, replaced with a lusty look in her eyes and a determination, almost willing him on. He needed no more encouragement, he just slammed into her cunt with all the drive he could manage, her empty cunt being quickly filled by a hard girthy cock. Her body moved up as he slammed, and she grunted as his motion was stopped by her body. He pulled out and slammed in again, each time her body moved a tiny bit, but rocked back as he withdrew.

She saw his eyes switch down to her tits, which were moving on a slight delay from her body, snapping up as her body stopped moving upwards and down after it returned to normal.

After about three dozen of these slams, he stopped, adjusting his arms so they were by her side between her body and her arms. They kept her tits from flopping sideways, so that as he lowered himself towards her face so that he could kiss her, her tits squashed against his chest. After one quick peck, he began rhythmic thrusts again, not slams this time, but nevertheless, making her cunt feel very full and then very empty with his cock. The kisses got longer and more frenzied, as their bodies connected by kissing, tits on his chest and cock in her cunt, three points of contact that really emphasised their whole bodies during this fuck. And they were both comfortable, so could maintain this fuck for ages.

She could feel her orgasm starting to build, and the relentlessness of his rhythm and the frenzy of his kiss meant the orgasm caught her by surprise, coming from nowhere to a flood in seconds. He broke rhythm to resume the slams, each slam milking a bit more orgasm from her, and when her orgasm subsided, he recommenced fucking to the rhythm, kissing like it was their last kiss, tits held up rubbing against his chest.

She almost immediately felt another orgasm building, but her cunt was sensitive now, and she really needed to get him to cum at the same time. She began squeezing down on his cock as he drove in, an action that was only going to reduce the time it would take her to cum, in the hope it would do the same to him.

And it was working. With each squeeze, she felt his cock get bigger and harder, she heard his breaths get shorter and shorter. Her focus on him meant that she didn’t realise how close to cumming she was, and when it broke, she cried out, clamping down on his cock, making it squirt cum. With each wave of orgasm, she clamped and released his cock, milking more cum out of it each time. He squirted twice more after she finished, all whilst kissing her.

They maintained the three points of connection whilst his cock was shrinking, and then, exhausted, she moved over on the single bed, and he lay down, leaning on the wall to give her a tiny bit more room. He put his arm round her as she snuggled into his body, and they both soon drifted off into a deep sleep, her thinking about how many times she’d have him fuck her, and also just a tad worried all this fucking would get in the way of their revision. She wanted her first.

His Late Night Panties Girl (Part Two)

Standing in front of my now husband, gently rubbing his cock, the cock Louise cleared of Kate’s cunt juices with her mouth only a few moments before, Louise’s tits were still on display, held up on the top edge of the bra and poking out of the top of her dress.

He was staring adoringly at her tits, at her nipples, which were getting harder by the moment. After a suitable time enjoying the display, he squatted slightly, grabbing the lower hem of her dress, and in one swift movement, he pulled her dress up and off over her head, revealing the bra, the tits being held up by it, unmatching panties and her stockings and suspenders. She lifted her arms above her head and posed for him, her immaculate hair free armpits in full view. He thought she looked radiant. She felt empowered, she felt amazing.

After admiring her for a few moments, he ordered her to strip. Playful, yet commanding.

She took her bra off and waggled her 30GG tits at him. He put his hands out and manhandled them for a good few minutes, in particular squeezing their full flesh and pulling at her already enlarged nipples. Just a little rough, he once again showed he owned them. She made those cooing noises again as he manhandled them. She liked it. Perhaps not strong enough, he decided to see if she really liked it.

She continued stripping, by slipping the white panties off and, because she wanted him breathing her smell, she scrunched the panties up again, pressing them against his nose (whilst having a hand behind his head). He was inhaling her fragrance, becoming intoxicated with the smell of her cunt. He was under her spell, under the spell of the intoxicating smell of her used panties. Once she’d had enough of that, she tossed those panties onto his floor with the others and pushed him back onto the bed.

She knelt either side of his head, facing down his body and pushed her cunt over his nose. He could smell how much she had been masturbating today, and he was really looking forward to tasting her cunt. But it was out of reach of his tongue, so all he could do was breathe in her smell. It was much more pungent than the white panties. She was really up for it. Ready to fuck. Slick with juices. And he was breathing them in.

With all her weight on his face, she reached forwards and took hold of his cock again, starting to masturbate it with a firm hand. Given he was already somewhat hard, she went fairly slowly, just moving enough to keep him hard and attentive, edging his cock whilst filling his nose with her smell. She was totally in control, and she had no plan for what happened next. She was so far out of her comfort zone.

He put his hands up and started working her out of sight tits again, pulling them, twisting her nipples, and then one hand went down to her clit, doing the same. All he could see was her back, he was working her by feel alone. Manhandling her tits made her coo. Manhandling her clit made her cunt moisten almost instantly. He held on to a tit to stop her moving away and furiously, viciously worked her clit, making her hips start to move quite quickly.

It wasn’t long before she came, caused by a particularly nasty twist of her clit, her pussy juice plastering his face. Finally leaving her clit alone, he took grasp of both tits again and squeezed and twisted them. Being rough with her tits felt so good to her. It disturbed her a bit that it did, and she didn’t know why.

Louise hadn’t really liked her tits until that point. Too big, too heavy, too hard to control. Now, that size, that heft was being controlled by him, twists, pulls and squeezes that were making her make noises she never had before, making her cunt moist with arousal.

He finally let go of her tits, putting his hands on her hips instead, and using them to move her body just a tiny amount down his face. Now, her cunt was within easy reach of his tongue, and he started feverishly licking at her outer folds, one hand on her ass holding her in position, one on her flaps holding her cunt open for his tongue examination.

As his tongue got deeper and deeper, it felt like his tongue was boring into her soul. She felt like a puppet, only instead of being on the end of a hand, she was on the end of his tongue. Her breathing got heavier and her cries louder as his licking intensified, all that only spurring him on to bore deeper into her cunt.

And when she was close, all it took was a few carefully chosen flicks of his tongue across her clit, and she came again, a shuddering, whole body shaking orgasm that left his face covered in her juices again. After cleaning her cunt up (and giving her body a chance to recover), she got up and saw his face absolutely painted in her cunt juices. She bent over him, tits hanging and wobbling, as she cleaned her juices off his face, sometimes kissing him and transferring the juices to his mouth with her tongue, and sometimes just swallowing them herself. Her mind went to doing that with Kate’s juices too, a lovely thought that almost immediately got her excited again.

Rubbing on his cock with her hands made her realise that now was the time, time for that cock to fill her cunt. She wanted to look at him really, but where he was on the bed was impractical for that. So, she turned round to face away from him, waggled her ass at him, and then lowered her cunt onto his cock. She felt his hands grab onto her hips and guide her down, her hand making sure his hard cock aligned with her dripping cunt. It felt so good to have his cock inside her again, and in this position, it was very deep.

She put her hands onto the bed either side of him and started using her arm and leg muscles to slide her cunt up and down his cock. He let go of her hips and pulled apart her ass cheeks, just watching her asshole as she fucked his cock.

All too soon, her pace started to slow, neither of them was anywhere near an orgasm. She was becoming more desperate trying to work out how to carry on, but it was taken out of her hands. As she slid up his cock, she felt his hands on her ass, providing gentle pressure to carry her cunt off his cock. Then, those same hands locked onto her hips and rotated her to face his desk. She got the idea, and bent over, folding her arms and resting them on the desk. She felt him nudge her legs apart and then felt his glans rub against the damp folds of her cunt.

He was still rock hard and drove straight in, filling her cunt and making her coo with pleasure. She glanced to her right and saw a mirror with her 30GG tits swinging in response to his drive, then starting to sway backwards and forwards in response to his rhythm. She could see him looking too, and she smiled, the view of her swinging tits probably being responsible for his enormously hard cock.

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