The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Two)

27 April 2025 /

As Louise took my now husband’s cock fully into her mouth, she stopped looking and admiring it, instead looking up at him and gazing into his eyes. She knew how much that solid, adoring eye contact enhanced a blow job, and he gazed adoringly back at her, his eyes locked onto hers. She saw his eyes briefly break contact a few times, alternating between her eyes and her bra, resulting in him suggesting to her that she should pull her tits out of her bra. Her eyes widened, showing her confusion about what he wanted, her eyes having to convey her feelings as her mouth was full and busy, but he demonstrated with his hands and she got the idea.

She briefly letting his cock slip out of her mouth, and used her right hand to pull her left tit up over the bra, resting her fleshy mound on the top edge of the cup, and replicated with her other hand and tit. She then looked up and him and saw a smile and gentle nod, his mouth going on to form the words “make your nipples hard like diamonds”. That wouldn’t take long, as they were pretty hard already. As she used her fingers to work on her nipples, pinching, pulling and twisting them as she thought he would himself, she realised that he knew what he wanted, that for once she wouldn’t have to lead the way. She just sensed that this was a man that knew how to fuck. Oh, how she craved one of those. She couldn’t even remember how they started chatting all those months ago, and she didn’t much care, he was fun to talk to and even more worth it if she got a good fucking or twelve.

Once her nipples were hardened to his satisfaction, the link between their eyes was re-established, and that was her cue to take his cock in her mouth and start working it again, start hardening it again, start preparing it to spray coat the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum.

Once he was acceptably hard, he held his hands out to her. She pulled her mouth off his hard cock, took his hands in hers and he guided her up off her knees. He took a step back with her and sat on the bed, feeling some dirty panties under his ass as he got comfortable. She got the idea what he wanted, and she put her pillows behind his back to give him support as he leant back. She then climbed onto the bed, facing him, kneeling either side of his legs. He pulled her forwards by the ass as she grabbed onto his still hard cock and lined it up with her cunt.

As she lowered her cunt onto his cock, he realised just how wet she was. She must have been nearly dripping. She leant towards him, so that he could reach behind her back and take off her bra, letting her 30GG tits drop off the top and bounce in a very sexy way. She knew he liked it as she felt his cock in her cunt get even harder. She leant back, leaning on her locked arms, giving him a view of his cock entering her cunt for a couple of dozen strokes, before leaning forwards again and lying on him, mouths close. Their tongues touched, and he placed his hands on her ass cheeks, gripping them hard to haul her up and down his cock, her leg muscles doing most of the work. As she straightened up again, she added a little sway to her top half, making her tits bounce up and swing round, her moves mesmerising him and keeping him as hard as iron as he fucked her.

She regretted not going to the uni gym more now. Her leg muscles were already starting to ache, but she knew the unmistakable tingle of her cunt starting to build to an orgasm. She had to carry on, and started to rely more on his hands manhandling her ass, trying to eke out the strength in her leg muscles.

As she got closer to cumming, she started shaking her head from side to side, her long blonde hair swishing across her tits, as she encouraged him to keep going. It’s not like he was going to stop. He’d never got a girl this close to cumming and let it go. He was nowhere near cumming, but his cock was being kept hard as a rock by the view, by the hair swishing across her tits, by the glint in her eye, by her licking her lips as she got close, by the bouncing of her voluptuous tits.

As her orgasm started to break, she pushed his hands off her ass cheeks, stopping her motion and clenching really hard on his cock, which was fully buried in her cunt. He didn’t cum. She was shocked, she was sad. But she did cum, really hard, and she cared about that more in that moment.

She looked at him, with his broad smile, happy at the ecstasy he’d brought upon her. She told him she was a one and done girl, and he said that was OK, but as he hadn’t cum, could he at least lap up her cunt juices. She agreed, assuming it would just be a quick clear up and they’d be cuddling soon enough.

He had other ideas. He rolled her off him and onto her back, putting a pillow under her head to make her comfortable. Carefully avoiding her clit for now, his tongue flicked all over the outer reaches of her cunt, his fingers deftly parting her folds, his tongue seeking out every drop of their tasty juices. She closed her eyes, loving the caring feeling of his tongue and finger examination, knowing she was done, so could just relax into the licking. He noticed her face looking serene as his tongue darted around. He had to pick his moment, the moment he would touch her clit with his tongue.

He gently, delicately, moved his hands to her hips, holding her in place without her realising it. And then he flicked his tongue over her clit. She didn’t jump, she was expecting it. What she wasn’t expecting was the feeling she got as he worked her clit more and more. Her clit was tingling. Like when she was heading for an orgasm. He looked up and saw her eyes as wide as saucers again. Now he felt her hips move, pushing against his hands clamping her hips into place.

That cunt was going nowhere. It wasn’t escaping his tongue. He kept licking, focussing more and more on her clit. Her hips were pushing against his hands in a circular motion, rhythmic motions building her orgasm. He was going to stop and put his cock in her again, but decided not to. He was enjoying making her move, enjoying getting her close to cumming when she didn’t think she was capable, and he was really enjoying their taste. His tongue getting faster and more frenzied, her motions pushing against his hands harder, and when she was so close, when he thought she was oh so near, he quite roughly ground at her clit with his tongue. That pushed her over the edge, her body arching as she came again, her cries louder than before, his mouth being flooded with more juices, his tongue, which was by now buried in her cunt, was being squeezed by her muscles and gave her something to squeeze against as she came.

As soon as she stopped cumming, he took his tongue away, and she felt a cold breeze across her wet cunt. She had never been that wet in her life. He was amazing.

He moved up the bed, and he cuddled her, putting his hand on one of her tits as she snuggled into his body. She hadn’t even got his shirt off, and here she was, wearing only her hold-ups, his hand owning a tit, her cunt drenched twice, totally exhausted. She undid the buttons on his shirt and nuzzled into his chest. She felt well fucked. She felt very lucky.

And then the guilt kicked in. He hadn’t cum. She had cum twice, and he hadn’t at all. He’d given her something she’d never had before and she hadn’t even made him cum once. As she nuzzled him, she knew she had to fuck him again. That night. She just had to. Her guilt would force her. She’d never cum more than once, she didn’t know if she could cum three times. If anyone could make her cum three times, it was him. But actually she didn’t need to cum again. She just had to make sure he came. Boy did she owe him. She’d never cum so hard before, and he made her cum that hard twice.

She had to make him cum, and deep inside her cunt, as she so desperately wanted him to fuck her again. And again. And again. Put your big girl pants on Louise, suck it up and make him cum, make him spray coat the inside of your slick cunt with his sticky cum. Make him want to fuck you again.

She didn’t need to make him want to fuck her again. He had already decided he was going to do that again anyway. He thought the way she came was so cute, way too cute. He was going to enjoy that particular cuteness again.

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part Two)

16 March 2025 /

I awoke to a sharp chill, aware that the quilt had been removed. I opened my eyes enough to see Tanya’s husband looking up and down my body. He started asking how I felt, whilst inspecting my messy body, parting my legs to look at my cum trashed cunt, before closing them and parting my ass cheeks, which were near the edge of the bed. He only had to move my body a few inches to get my ass right to the edge again, and he began lubing my asshole up, drooling on it to really demean me. All the men knew how to properly lube an asshole, and in no time at all, he was pressing his glans against my ass pucker for some sideways sodomy, my pucker slowly opening and my asshole sucking his glans in. He was only partially hard whilst doing this, but quickly hardened up as I sucked him in.

Soon, he was all the way in, and he grabbed my hip and waist to get a good hold and to emphasise his drive. Tanya’s husband doesn’t last long with anal, he gets too excited. And as he slammed in with all the force he could muster, his cock grew to stretch my asshole with each stroke. I think the noise I made as he overfilled my asshole finally did him in, and he grew again (almost too big), and then spewed cum into my asshole, then pulling out so the rest was sprayed over my asshole and ass crack. I already had loads of dried cum over my cunt and ass crack, what’s the difference with adding a load more? He was tender and kind with me before he left and I drifted off again. I had repeatedly done this during the day, as I wasn’t well, but was the allocated free-use woman to fuck for that day, as I am every Friday, and I was the one who came up with the rule that minor illness wasn’t enough to stop free-use. As I drifted off, I resolved to keep my stupid ideas to myself in the future (which we all know won’t happen), but was happy as I figured more cock would penetrate me later, as it always does on a Friday.

I woke up a while later, almost disappointed there was no man waiting to fuck me. I just about got myself downstairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass of squash to quench my thirst. As I was drinking it, Rose’s husband let himself in and found me in this state. Dress down off my tits and up leaving my cunt visible, covered in cum (as was my ass crack and asshole), with more cum dripping out of my cunt.

I knew that he would love to say something about my state, but he wasn’t allowed to. So, we ended up talking about me feeling ill, while with no sympathy at all, he arranged me over the kitchen sink, my tits tantalisingly close to being dunked in the washing-up water. His glans was pushed to my cummy cunt lips, rubbing cum up and down my crack before the glans pushed into my cunt. His strokes were very long, very deliberate. With each thrusting movement, my tits did dunk in the water, something I enjoy enormously.

The dunking and the cummyness added to the sensations in my cunt to start building another orgasm quicker than I expected. That orgasm broke, yet he didn’t slow down, didn’t break rhythm, as he treated my orgasm with disdain. I had no respite, as my orgasm started to build again immediately, this time mirroring the hardness and size of his cock. As his cock got enormous, I felt him place a hand in the small of my back, pushing on my back and making my tits stay in the water as he came, and then I did a few moments later. His first cum spurt was in me, and then he had his glans in the base of my ass crack, cock aimed up the crack and he emptied the rest of his load all up my ass crack, totally obscuring my ass pucker from view.

I was aware of another man behind me, and realised Rose’s husband was about to hand me off to Anna’s husband, the two men manoeuvring me across the kitchen and bending me over the table, my dripping tits pressed into the table, and my feet so much further apart. The two men spat on my cummy asshole, before lubing it and Anna’s husband’s cock up. Rose’s husband held my ass cheeks open, giving Anna’s husband perfect access to my asshole, which was at perfect cock height and I felt once again a glans pressing against my very cummy pucker.

With hands still holding my cheeks open, he pushed his cock so it was balls deep in my asshole. He then grabbed onto the top of my thighs and braced against me to drive his cock into my asshole at pace. It was already hard and girthy, but he was showing no signs of stopping, no signs of cumming. My body moved with every slam, taking every bit of cock that it could. There was a lovely monotony to the feeling, really accentuating the free-use vibe.

When finally he came, I didn’t get to feel the throb, as he pulled out and deposited his whole load all over my ass, a circular covering of cum, coating my cheeks, crack and pucker.

And then as soon as they were there, they disappeared, just leaving me there in a cummy mess bent over the kitchen table, too tired to move, no chance to cover up, no dignity left.

Some time later, I awoke, still bent over the table, to the sound of two voices, my husband’s and Anna’s. I heard a squelching noise, which sounded like lube and I then felt two more hands opening my ass cheeks and yet another glans pressing at my pucker.

As the cock pushed in, the two hands (which were Anna’s) kneaded at my ass cheeks, and soon, my husband was the latest man that day to fuck my asshole with all he could manage, his cock getting almost frighteningly large and hard. I heard kissing, him and Anna kissing, proper frenzied kissing like those first young love snogs, all the while he drove into my asshole, with a metronomic rhythm. I felt like I was in an almost trance-like state as the rhythmic penetration almost made me zone out. I came out of the trace to feel his cock get really hard, ready to cum hard, but I only felt one single pulse, as the rest of his cum was deposited on my ass.

I hadn’t cum, and I had barely felt him cum. It felt like free-use at its best.

As I lay there an even less dignified cummy mess, I heard Anna slurping on his cock, cleaning his cock up. I couldn’t be arsed to look – I just lay there in my messy cum covered glory.

I then heard them take pictures, Anna’s hands opening my ass cheeks or cunt and moving me to get a good view. He said I needed to see, and when I wasn’t ill and was horny, I looked. Wow, it was amazing. I was splattered with cum, strings of creamy cum decorating my cunt and ass. And the disconnect, the disregard, the use, the undignified way I ended up was delicious. It felt like it wasn’t me, even though I knew it was. It was unreal. It was marvellous.

After they took their pictures, Anna started cleaning me with her tongue, taking her time and cleaning every drop of cum from my body, getting her tongue right into my asshole and cunt to clear as much from there as possible (and giving my clit a workover and making me cum “by accident” in the process). Once I was externally cleared of cum, they carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed.

I later found out a few things about that day. Firstly, he had a discussion with me in the morning about me being free-used that day, and I had said, almost nonchalantly, that I’d take whatever they gave me. So he put that message on the group chat and that is what they did. When he finally tucked me into bed, he put a black heart on the chat, meaning I was out of bounds for the night. He fucked Anna that night, and he and Anna’s husband double penetrated her as well – cunt and ass swapping half way through. I slept. I’d been fucked enough.

To me, this was one of the best free-use sessions I’ve had to date. So much cock, so much cum, so much ignoring of my situation, so much indignity. I mean, I was plastered in cum and just fucked anyway by the next cock in line, each just adding more cum to the mess. The coordinated splattering with cum was just divine, I was fucked so much, I was used without regard, my situation ignored, my dignity ignored and I absolutely adored it.

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part One)

3 March 2025 /

I slowly drifted to consciousness to the feeling of my husband lubing up my asshole. It was dark outside and he was going to be leaving for work early. And he clearly wanted to fuck my ass.

This is not an unusual scene. Me waking (or sometimes not really getting beyond a dream-like state) as he pounds my asshole with a sizeable, hard, unforgiving cock. In this case, he wasn’t even in when I stirred, but after spitting on my asshole, with a light touch, he pressed his glans through my sphincter and, all the time keeping all his weight off me, he began to push in and out, gentle at first, speeding up and getting more vigorous.

As I moaned, he said “Morning gorgeous” and took my waking as reason to get more forceful. I had no idea how long he was fucking me for, but it felt so good, and eventually, his cock got harder and spurted cum deep into my ass.

I hadn’t cum. I never do in this partially awake state, but it feels so lovely, so dreamy, that I adore him doing it anyway. I feel so loved before he fucks off to work. Starts my day the perfect way.

As he pulled his cock out, he wiped it down my ass crack, in a very demeaning action, and then left me, body exposed with a cummy ass crack and disappeared to get ready for work.

I didn’t move as I drifted off again. I needed the sleep. I felt like crap. I just had a cold, and didn’t want to move. Although I did feel better after my ass being invaded by his cock.

But, I had to get up. It was Friday. It was the day I had to be available for fucking. Friday is the day that Anna and Rose are both working, and Tanya is out of the village visiting her mum, so I was the only one of the free-use women available to get fucked. We’d made it clear that minor illness was no reason to not be available for free-use, and I was starting to regret coming up with that rule now. As I hauled my sorry corpse off the bed, I sorted my hair and then selected my dress, a 50s style number in blue and white, with shoulder straps, a top that supported my tits without needing a bra, and a mid-thigh length flared skirt. I was going to leave it there, but I couldn’t resist white stockings and suspenders. Even though I was feeling like crap with a cold, I wanted to look good, it made me feel great to look good.

It wasn’t long before my first knock on the door. Rose’s husband. I’m his favourite fuck, quite possibly including his own wife. He pointed out how unwell I looked, but that was where his sympathy stopped. He bent me over the back of the sofa, nudged my legs apart with his foot, flipped my dress up to reveal my cunt and ass and then just pressed his glans into my cunt’s opening, with no ceremony. My cunt enveloped it, quickly swallowing his whole length as he pushed in.

It did feel good having my cunt filled with hardening cock, and as he got harder, his cock started rubbing along the bottom of my cunt. He was relentless, rubbing and re-rubbing the same spots, knowing all too well, I would cum if he didn’t stop.

He had no intention of stopping, and even though I felt like shit, I felt an orgasm starting to build. As I got close, to the point that he knew I was on the verge of cumming and he knew he wasn’t, he just flicked at my clit with his index finger, his nail contacting with my poor unsuspecting clit. The jolt of the flick knocked my orgasm back, before almost immediately starting to build again. He was so cruel, but his cock was growing, and I knew he wanted me to cum at the same time as he did.

He flicked my clit for a second time, his own orgasm building, but still annoyingly far away. His relentless rhythm did eventually pay off, as he finally brought me to orgasm, and my cunt squeezing down on his cock as I came was the last straw for his cock, forcing him to cum, the first load deep in my cunt, but he then pulled mostly out, so that all the rest was just inside my cunt, waiting to slide out. He was setting me up to have a messy cunt all day, like my messy ass crack, which he had done nothing to resolve. He just left me still bent over the sofa, as he went on his way, leaving the door unlocked for the next fuck to come in.

I just lay there for a bit, mustering up the energy and enthusiasm to move. Just as I was going to, Tanya’s husband arrived. He didn’t seem to notice I was ill (or didn’t care as he knew he would fuck me anyway), instead just focussing on my visible, gaping, messy cunt and equally messy ass crack.

He didn’t even move me, just pushing his ever hardening cock straight into my cum filled cunt. Now, I do love that sloppy seconds scenario, just ignoring a clearly messy cunt and fucking it anyway, and even in my unwell state, I got off on it.

I can’t say I was the most responsive, but I did moan as he started getting the rubbing right. He put one hand on each ass cheek, as he used them to increase his drive. He was slamming hard, and the thoughts of a second load of cum in my messy cunt meant that I wasn’t far from another orgasm. This time, there was no waiting, as his powerful strokes brought us straight to orgasm within seconds of each other, and his glans was barely in my cunt as he came, meaning yet more mess just inside my cunt. I could really do without it today, but they clearly had other ideas and I had no say in the matter.

After he left, I eventually moved and crawled back up to bed, still wearing my dress and stockings. The door was still unlocked, meaning the next fuck could just let themselves in as well. There would be a next fuck. I mean Anna’s husband hadn’t fucked me yet today, and then I would normally have another round of all of them, this being a work from home Friday.

I must had drifted off to sleep, as the first I was aware was my body being turned over and dragged to the edge of the bed, my dress ruckling up under my ass to reveal my cunt as I was moved. Anna’s husband pulled my legs into a vertical position, my ass at the edge of the bed. I felt his cock push between my fleshy thighs and nudge at my clit, pushing under it and into my cunt. He smiled at me as he started fucking. It was the ultimate in take what you want – he hadn’t even said a word to me, just moved my body onto his cock.

It felt so good, but I knew I wouldn’t be cumming quickly this time. He settled into a rhythm where neither of us were being massively stimulated, but nevertheless, he was being kept hard and I was being kept filled.

I lost track of time, possibly even drifted off, his cock sliding in and out of my well lubricated cunt being very comforting, and feeling like an all encompassing cuddle to ward off my cold. I felt a subtle change in his position, as the cock that had been getting harder for however long he was fucking me started rubbing, started building towards my orgasm. He loves a long fuck, but the fact he was rubbing showed he was near, and needed me to get there.

He had my legs pinned to his shoulders (one on each) for the entire time, and the long regular motion had made my tits come loose from the top of my dress, and made them snap up and down with each stroke after that. You could see in his face, and feel in his cock, that he was mesmerised by my snapping tits, and I love it so much that within a couple of dozen snaps. I started to cum, my cunt clamping down on his cock was the signal for him to finally stop fighting his orgasm and to start spraying.

He deposited one big shot of cum deep in my cunt, but then withdrew and deposited the rest just inside my cunt with a load on the outside. This had to be planned – all four of them making my cunt and ass a mess wasn’t a coincidence, and I guessed any more fucks I’d have would continue the trend. I liked it, I admit, but it was their choice and I had no say.

Once he had finished, he put my legs together and rotated my whole body, so that I was lying on the bed. He helped me to shuffle up the bed into a more comfortable position and put the quilt over me to keep me warm, and I drifted off again, content with another fuck and revelling in my messy cunt.

The Leavers Ball (Part Two)

12 January 2025 /

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)

7 December 2024 /

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.

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