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Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part One)

18 October 2025 / / 0 Comments

I slept for the next eight hours. Carla had well and truly broken me. I was orgasmed out, exhausted from riding the fucking machine, and emotionally drained from finally getting intimate with Carla, from finally getting to fuck that big-titted siren that I so craved. And I had to do more of it again tonight. I’d promised. And this girl keeps her promises.

Whilst I was resting, my husband did watch my machine fuck, and then he came up to bed and fucked my asshole. He. Was. Huge. My asshole was very slightly sore from the machine, but lube soothed it enough to take that monster. I think he was proud of me, proud of my riding the machine. I was proud of myself, and gratefully accepted his sodomitical reward.

And then, just before I got ready to go out, he fucked my asshole again. Slower this time and for much longer. But very loving. Almost dreamy. And just as huge. And the last time he came, he came with his glans just inside my pucker, leaving Carla a present to taste later.

And then in a flash, I was back in the pub, skirt too short again with suspenders on display, this time paired with a blouse that was taut and gaping across my tits. Carla couldn’t take her eyes off me. Anna was regaling in just how big my husband’s cock was as he fucked her the previous night, whilst Carla was fucking me. He was rampant apparently, Anna benefitting from what Carla told him she planned. And she told me privately that he did really kiss her, and she did really feel loved. I was glad. Because despite the brutality of the fucking machine and the viciousness of her masturbation of me, I did feel loads of love from Carla.

And as my husband left with Rose (his fuck for that night), he kissed Carla, properly with tongues, and whispered something in her ear. She giggled like a flirty schoolgirl, but otherwise didn’t reply. He kissed Anna well too, and I could see the passion in her eyes as their tongues entwined.

He ended up with Rose that night because apparently, Rose was ovulating and so needed someone rampant. Anna emphasised that he was rampant all last night and he’d seen my fucking machine video since, so poor Rose didn’t stand a chance. In fact, she dragged him away before the pub closed, unable to wait for that first fuck of the night.

After everyone else left and the doors were locked, with just me, Carla and the same assistant barman inside. Once again, I opened my legs to show Carla my cunt, recovered, quivering, needy. After a few minutes of gentle breeze blowing over my moist lips, the assistant barman, who hadn’t been able to take his eyes of it, knelt between my legs and put his mouth to my cunt.

Carla reassured me that it was OK, as they had both been tested (and my husband had the results), and as the assistant barman’s tongue got embedded in my cunt, a pantyless Carla clambered onto the sofa, the act of opening her legs a little making her short skirt ride up making her cunt visible. She then lowered her cunt to my face, whilst looking deep into my eyes. It was hard to focus on licking her out, whilst someone was licking me out, which I think Carla realised, as she began riding my tongue more and more, until in the end, my tongue was static and vertical and she did all the work.

I felt the tongue leave my moist cunt, the gentle breeze again taking over, as I felt his hands unbutton my blouse and pull my bra up off my tits. Once my tits were free, I felt the unmistakable feeling of a nice big glans rubbing up and down my cunt. Controlled by his left hand, his cock burrowed ever so slowly between my cunt lips, his right hand grabbing and squeezing and pulling at my newly freed tits.

Carla’s riding of my tongue was increasing in tempo, as the barman started to move his cock in and out. I just lay there, looking up at the gorgeous woman riding my tongue, with a cock ploughing with increasing speed into my cunt. It was the first cock my cunt had had all day, and I was enjoying it. Given how the cock was growing, I guess the barman was too.

Carla’s cunt was becoming more fragrant as she got closer to cumming, and as the barman increased in speed, Carla stopped moving and started squirting her thick juices, my tongue springing into action to work every drop from her cunt and to clear away what I could reach.

All too soon, Carla climbed off my face, rotated 180 degrees and opened her ass cheeks, so I could see her flexing ass pucker hovering by my face. I felt the barman’s hands burrow under my back, and without missing a stroke, he unhooked my bra and pulled it off me. As I settled down with my tits now totally unencumbered, Carla lowered her cunt back to my face. She let go of her cheeks, my nose nuzzled in the lower reaches of her ass crack. I put my tongue out again and started licking at her stickiness, and soon she was riding my tongue again.

I saw the barman’s hands reach behind Carla’s body and remove her bra too, and as my tongue dived into her cunt, I imagined those wonderful fleshy 30H tits swinging in the barman’s full view. My daydream was broken by an ever hardening cock and the sound of Carla and the barman kissing, sloppy, tonguey, noisy kissing.

That went on for a while, and then I felt him grabbing roughly at my tits with one hand, and it looked like he was grabbing at hers with the other. I could feel myself starting to build to orgasm now, and Carla certainly was. She came first, another mass of her sticky fluid hitting my face.

This time, she clambered off, leaning back with legs spread wide giving him a great view, and allowing me, finally, to see him fucking me, and to allow him to see my face glistening with Carla’s juices. He grabbed one of my tits in each hand and drove in harder, twisting my tits over and over as he slammed into my cunt. After a while of doing that, he let go of my tits and grabbed onto my hips instead. He was near, as was I, and I used my cunt muscles to clamp down on his cock, him using my hips to keep his drive strong.

Now Carla wasn’t directly involved, she got mouthy again, telling him how all a dirty little cumbucket like me deserved was a big load of cum. That did it for me, and I started cumming, clamping down on his cock as he accelerated one last time. I was in the last throws of my own orgasm when he started to cum, his cock pulsing over and over as it spewed a good load of cum into my cunt. Yet more cum for Carla to taste later.

He pulled out, put his sticky cock back in his trousers, and he told us to fuck off and leave the final bit of clear-up to him. He picked up our bras and told us we could have them back some days later, after he had time to enjoy them. Seemed fair. Annoying though, as I was planning on wearing it the following day, but fair.

I pulled my blouse back across my unleashed tits and buttoned it up. My hair was a mess and my face was covered in glistening girl cum, but that’s how I was going to walk to Carla’s. As Carla straightened her clothes, she became professional before we left, finalising instructions for the recently fucked barman. And as we walked up the road, professionalism went out of the window and sluttiness was back, Carla telling me how my body was now a smorgasbord of tastes for her to enjoy, two lots of cum to cream pie and her own sticky mess on my face. And she loved the way I just walked up the street, my sluttiness visible for all to see, proud of the state of my face, proud of the choice of cum in my holes.

But as it was 1am, there was nobody there to see, which is a good job, as halfway back, we stopped under a streetlight and started snogging, with Carla pulling my very short skirt up revealing my ass to the world, grabbing a cheek in each hand as we snogged, just like she had that first day (only yesterday!). She even pulled my cheeks apart to show the non-existent audience my ass pucker. As I felt the wind blow across my pucker, I had the overwhelming desire to fuck her outside. With my strap-on. I felt my body could do it that day, a rare feeling indeed, so I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip from my fingers.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Four)

4 September 2025 / / 2 Comments

Carla and I extracted ourselves from the body harnesses we wore overnight, providing instant relief to our nipples and cunt flaps, which each had to endure tight sawtoothed clips for hours. My nipples in particular were sore, but we each sucked on each of the other’s nipples, which provided relief from the soreness and discomfort. Our cunt flaps, well, they just had to get on with it.

As Carla was opening cupboards and getting the next piece of orgasm gear out, I texted my husband and told him to kiss Anna, properly, long, to show her how much he loved her. Because I knew I loved Carla as I know he loves Anna. It’s special, and I wanted Anna to know.

I looked up, and Carla saw my eyes widen at what she had got out. It was a fucking machine, not a consumer one, but a serious, custom, hard wearing one. She described it as brutal, unforgiving and costing a small fortune, and she told me to get on it. I didn’t hesitate.

She had set it up with two dildos mounted vertically, the one for the cunt a finger and thumb type, the one for the asshole thicker and with balls. She lubed them up and I knelt with legs either side of the base, leaning on some large cuffs and lowered myself onto the cocks, her moving them to get them into the right place to penetrate me, me lowering my body until they were fully inside me.

Those cuffs are actually thigh to calf restraints, so once I was fully impaled, she fitted them to my legs (meaning my legs were folded at my knees and I was unable to unbend them at all) and adjusted them to make sure they were tight. Next, she locked the restraints to the base of the fucking machine, and pulled at them to make sure I wasn’t able to move. I was impaled and there was nothing I could do about it. Next, she pulled my arms behind my body, put my wrists in more cuffs, and locked them to the back of the machine. This had the effect of bending my body back a little and pushing my naked tits forwards and upwards.

Then, she pulled out some clover nipple clamps and a clover clit clamp, all linked by chains. She put them on me, adjusting them all to be comfortable (confirming with me that they were), before making them a couple of turns tighter each. Bitch!

Finally, she produced a drool gag, or specifically my drool gag. I recognised it. She presumably got it from my husband, so all the time he was fucking Anna, did he know what Carla had in store for me? Was his cock ridiculously hard because of it? (I’m guessing yes and yes!)

She applied the gag, adjusted it to be comfortable, then did another turn on each of the three clover clamps.

She said I was ready, leant in and kissed the end of my nose, then turned the machine on. It was quite gentle at first, but a heady mix of vibration and pumping in and out with the finger and thumb dildo, whilst being locked into place with the restraints and dildo in my ass, meant that as it accelerated, I had nowhere to go, I had to take all the pumping, all the machine fucking.

I couldn’t say anything. All I could do is moan, and moan I did, louder as it sped up. She stroked my hair as the machine accelerated, driving me to orgasm without any finesse. It was that heady mix of love and brutality. And as I came, it didn’t stop. I looked at Carla, half-begging for some compassion (whilst secretly hoping there would be none), and I realised she had put the remote control for the machine on the coffee table in front of me, in view, but out of reach of both of us.

She knelt next to me, tightened the clover clamps again, and then held my head against her tits as the machine carried on fucking me. It was utterly relentless.

I like relentless, in a fucking context.

I came again, and again, lost in the heavy mindset of helplessness, that subspace of endurance, her tender stroking of my hair in stark contrast with the unstopping viciousness of the machine fuck. A head fuck indeed.

I lost track of time, lost track of how much I’d cum. Each orgasm meant tightening of the clover clamps, from discomfort to searing pain, dulled only by the orgasms and cuntal pounding. I was sobbing, crying, moaning, in a heady mix of pleasure and pain.

And then it stopped. She took off the ball gag, the cuffs and restraints (leaving the clover clamps in place) and helped me up off the machine. My legs were weak, and she almost had to carry me to the chair overlooking the machine.

She then got another set of three clover clamps out, applied them to her own nipples and clit, tightening them until she was clearly in pain, until her own nipples and clit were clearly deformed by the clamps, and then she climbed onto the machine, only having to lube the anal dildo, as the finger and thumb one was so slick from my cunt. She did up the thigh to ankle restraints and secured them to the machine, then said next time I’d get a chance to do to her what she did to me.

But for now, she said this was real Cowgirl, producing a ten gallon hat, putting it on, then starting the machine. Even though she had no movement at all, like I had, she seemed to be riding it like a horse, the first orgasm taking a while, but then them coming thick and fast, with clover clamp adjustments after they happened, all under my watchful gaze.

I have no idea if it fucked her or me longer, but eventually, she stopped and released her legs.

And then, without cleaning us up, she put my dress on me, one on herself, bundled me in her car and took me home. She’d broken me.

Once home, my husband helped me to get to the sofa, where I slumped, messy cunt on full view. She lounged in the chair opposite, legs spread wide, and my husband knelt down in front of her. I had forgotten she had offered him our messy cunts to clean up, and the machine had left us both in a hell of a state. Slowly and with precision, he licked Carla’s cunt clean first, stopping every so often to share a cunt flavoured kiss with either her or me. Once hers was clear, he started on mine, not stopping until it was clear of stickiness.

They kissed, snogged really, then she lent over me and kissed me, properly, lovingly, a long tongue jousting kiss that went on forever.

She apologised for breaking me, but I told her it was an easy price to pay for that night, and I’d be there tonight, no matter what.

As Carla got up to leave, she gave my husband a memory card. I queried what it was, and she said it’s my machine fuck, for him to enjoy and wank over. My hell and ecstasy laid out for him to see, to get him hard, to get him worked up. I just knew before we got back to the pub tonight that he’d watch it, and that his cock would be ridiculously hard because of it, and he’d fill my cunt or asshole with it before I go back to Carla. I’d like that. But in the meantime, I needed to rest. It was a hell of a twelve hours.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Three)

21 August 2025 / / 0 Comments

It was time. Time to make Carla pay. Time to make her cum. She was kneeling between my legs licking me out, and I didn’t want to start building up to another orgasm, well, not one of mine.

I pushed her head away from my cunt, and twisted round on the sofa, looking directly at her cunt and sticking my tongue out vaguely towards it. She got the idea and climbed onto the sofa, her moist sticky cunt touching the end of my tongue. I started flicking my tongue around, loving her taste and making her hips move, small movements to ride my tongue.

I pulled at the waistband of her top, causing her to pull it up over her head and throw it aside. She then unclipped her bra and threw that aside too, all whilst still riding my tongue. I put my hands up and roughly grabbed a tit in each, squeezing, pulling, twisting as my husband does to me. She wasn’t saying a lot, no flurry of filth now, but her moans were getting louder and her cunt was getting slicker as I got rougher with her tits and as my tongue got deeper into her welcoming cunt. Eventually, she clamped my head to her cunt, her cunt spraying her juices all over my face. I didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop mauling her tits, and after her orgasmic shudders had subsided, she started riding my tongue again. I thought it would take a long time, but it really didn’t, and soon, she was clamping my head again, and oozing all over my face again.

But this time, she climbed off and leant beside me, a broad smile on my juice coated face. She started licking my face, every so often kissing me full on and transferring her juices to my mouth. We both swallowed and she started again. There was a lot of stickiness to clear off my face, a lot of her cum for us to taste.

And once she did, she wiped our faces to remove any residual stickiness her tongue hadn’t deal with, then lay beside me and started tonguey kisses, deep, probing. I put my right hand to her lower back and brought my left to her cunt, finger fucking her quite gently at first, then more vigorously as we carried on the deep full mouth kissing. Holding her in place, only touching her clit every so often with my thumb, I was pumping three fingers into and out of her cunt as fast as I could manage.

As she briefly started to lose focus on the kissing, I knew she was near again. The closer she got, the more breaks there were in the kissing, and soon, she came again, finger shudders dragging more orgasm out of her. The kissing had stopped, but recommenced again after her orgasm subsided. I love a girl that keeps coming back for more, no matter what.

But I broke the kissing, moving a little to ease my discomfort, and to allow me to finger fuck her with a ferocious speed. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring, as my fingers pounded at her cunt, slamming in and pulling out like an over-speeding piston. Her mouth got that little bit wider, as did her eyes, as my hand was fast and ferocious. I had the look of an evil genius in a film, my eyes filled with determination, lust and viciousness. I was whispering to her not to cum yet. She didn’t deserve another one. She was whimpering, she was shaking, she was crying out. I knew the poor girl was struggling, and I was enjoying it. I’m so often on her side of this deal, so it was great to be the tormentor for once.

I told her that as she was nasty to me, she didn’t deserve to cum again, whilst accelerating my fingers again. She was begging now, saying she did deserve to, how she was as big a slut as I was, how she needed to cum over and over, and as I heard her breath catch in her throat, I told her she wasn’t allowed to cum, whilst just tipping her over the edge and making her cum. I did the shudders this time, milking her orgasm for all I had. My fingers were tiring, so once she was done, I put my fingers to her mouth and told her to taste what a naughty slut tasted like. She did, eagerly.

As she relaxed into cuddling me, I couldn’t resist fingering her cunt again, with the other hand this time. As her moaning built up, she managed to say that she was so sensitive, a revelation what only encouraged me to be more harsh, and oh so soon, she started to cum again. This time, I stopped the finger motion, letting her clamp down hard on my fingers. She had a number of hard squeezes. I really didn’t need to milk her, her body was just doing it herself.

And then we just cuddled and kissed. That was enough orgasms for the moment. No idea how long we kissed for, but it reminded me of when I got with my husband, our lips just never left each other’s. We felt sleepy, dreamy, but eventually, she said there was something she wanted to try with me, to share with me, something she’d never used with anyone else, something she had saved for someone really special.

She came back with a box, and inside was something wonderful. It was a harness for us to sleep in. There were two black fine mesh bodies, with leather straps, tits and cunt fully exposed on each. The two bodies were strapped together face to face, meaning our tits would be pushed together. There were two clips to link our nipples to each other, her left to my right and vice versa, and two clips to link our cunt flaps together, her left flap to my right and vice versa. The strap down each ass crack was designed to hold a butt plug in place, and there were two hefty plugs, one each. To finish the set off, there was a long chunky double ended dildo to fill our cunts, and the leather thigh straps were short enough to ensure our bodies could not be far enough apart for the dildo to slip out.

I wasn’t sure how much sleep we’d get, but it was so sexy that I wanted to try it out. So did she, and after wrestling to get it all on, we settled down face to face, nipples and flaps linked, cunts and assholes filled. The intrusions were sizeable, the clips were tight and both the clips and intrusions were just a tad uncomfortable. We kissed a bit, but did soon drift off to sleep. All those orgasms tired us out.

When we awoke, we kissed some more, bodies still held together, cunts and assholes still filled. Between kisses, she said she was so pleased I shared the harness with her. She’d had it for a long time, but never wanted to share it with anyone before me. More kisses, then I told her we’d wear it again tonight. She smiled, and said she’d like that. More kisses. I found myself hoping my husband was properly kissing Anna, as well as nailing her relentlessly obviously.

I was broken from my thoughts by Carla brushing my hair off my face, and asking if I wanted to try something else she used on herself, but had never used on anyone else. Was I ready to cum again? Always girl, always.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part One)

16 July 2025 / / 5 Comments

I first saw Carla not long after I arrived in the village. She was the chief barmaid in our new local, and she was just my type. Big tits that she liked showing off. Nice round ass. Sexily curvy with a gentle sway as she walked. Clothes style of her own that she wore with confidence. Sassy. Strong personality. Pretty face. Very kissable lips. About my age. Lesbian. And single.

I began to dream about fucking her, in fact I’m fairly sure I came unaided a number of nights during such dreams. Initially, me fucking her stayed firmly in my imagination, as we were infrequent visitors to the pub, but as we got more embedded in the community, we spent more time in there and I got to know her a bit. And the more I got to know her, the more I wanted to fuck her.

I didn’t think she’d even seen me, but I turned up one day late to the pub in a dress that was hard for her to ignore. The top part of the dress was fundamentally two pieces of fabric that started at the waistband at the front, went over the shoulders and ended up at the waistband at the back. It pulled tight on my 34H tits holding them in place, but I had significant side boob and the gully between my tits was all on display, and with the tits squashed together, it was a fabulous view. The bottom part of the dress was just as subtle! The dress was so short it showed my suspenders to the world. It barely covered my cunt (I was pantyless as always). It didn’t really cover the lower part of my ass.

To be honest, I don’t know why I wore it that night. It’s very much a sex outfit, in the privacy of our own (or other people’s) homes. I wore a long coat walking down to the pub, and if there had been youngsters around, I wouldn’t have taken the coat off, but in a room full of slightly drunk regulars at near closing time, it was fine, and it did a girl’s self-esteem a lot of good to get admiring and lingering looks.

When I went to the bar, Carla was very much checking me out with her eyes. I think I blushed, and I’m sure her nipples ended up more visible and larger under the thin cloth of her top and bra at the end of the conversation than when we started.

I think she got me slightly flustered because I forgot my husband’s crisps, having to go back to the bar to get them. She gave me his favourites from memory, without charging, then asked me to come back after I gave them to him, as she needed some help with something behind the bar. I didn’t realise. I’m innocent dontcha know. And I was slightly flustered.

She left the assistant barman to run both bars (as there were only a trickle of customers at this point) and ushered me out the back and into a stock room. She put a box of wine behind the door to keep it closed, then telling me she wanted to do this for some time, she just pulled me towards her and kissed me, firm, hard, straight to tongues. My mouth opened on instinct and my tongue joined in, kissing her back as hard as she was kissing me. My hands went to her leather clad ass to pull her in tight, and she reciprocated, putting her hands up my tiny skirt so that her palms rested on my bare ass cheeks. To have her hands on my ass and tongue in my mouth felt so good.

After a fairly long time, we broke, and with hope in her eyes, she told me she’d fancied me for ages and tonight’s outfit was so amazing, she decided she needed to fuck me that night, that she desperately wanted to fuck me. She had done for a while and she wondered if I wanted to fuck her, and if my husband could be persuaded to fuck someone else tonight, leaving me all for her. (She knew we regularly swapped partners, and she knew Rose’s husband had left for a work trip that day, so she knew there was a woman spare). I told her I was hers, so all she needed to do was go over and ask him.

Initially hesitant, but then emboldened by the thoughts of how often we swapped partners, and feeling both sassy and hopeful, she marched straight over, and as she picked up some glasses from the table, she casually asked, in a totally matter of fact way, “could my husband be persuaded to fuck someone else tonight, so she could fuck me?” Before he could answer, Anna’s husband announced that he had decided to fuck Rose that night, and Tanya’s husband said he’d been looking forward all week to make Tanya’s ass and asshole pay for what she did last weekend (no, I have no idea what that was either), and so they wouldn’t swap that night, so my husband was left having to fuck Anna. Now, Anna loves fucking my husband more than fucking her own anyway, and Rose was just happy to have someone to snuggle up to and to fuck that night. (Her husband would be away on the other side of the world for a few weeks, and she was feeling quite low.) So, even though free-use meant the women weren’t given a choice, both women were very happy.

My husband got up and took Carla aside, asking her in earshot of the rest of us what she was going to do to persuade him. There were smiles and giggles between them, and eventually they came back to the table. A deal had been done. Neither of them would say what the deal was, but knowing my husband, it involved him fucking her, all three holes, maybe even on different days. But whatever the deal, my husband and Carla were happy, and therefore, so was I.

They agreed that Carla would deliver me back home at 11am, when she came to open up for lunchtime, and the rest of the men all agreed to swap women back then too, and to suspend all free-use beyond their allocated woman for the night. (Not the first time we’d done that either).

It was all sorted in such a matter of fact way, in a normal volume pub conversation, not hushed tones in secret. It was like we were organising the village litter pick, not organising fucking people other than our partners. Carla left us to start the long process of closing and sorting the pub out for tomorrow.

I snuggled into my husband, but he still wouldn’t give up details of the deal. He just confirmed that he was very happy with the deal and that Anna’s cunt and asshole would have a particularly large and hard cock to take tonight, as he’d be thinking about me and Carla fucking too. He had a twinkle in his eye, a twinkle that left me worried for poor Anna’s asshole, but I left it, as I was too wrapped up in the fact that I was about to fuck this barmaid I’d been fantasising about and lusting after for months.

So, after Carla called time, the others left with their respective fucks for the night. Once they had gone, I flipped my skirt out of the way and sat with my cunt on display for Carla, teasing her, trailing what was to come. She briefly stopped to kiss me and put a hand to my cunt and masturbate it a bit, just a furtive little wank, unspoken but allowed, which enabled her to feel I was already quite slick with anticipation. It was a bit of wanking and teasing, in full view of the barman, whose grin showed his appreciation of my display.

At one point during their tidying, Carla bent over near me, and I took advantage of the leather skirt riding up her ass to put my hand up between her legs. To my delight, she was pantyless as well, and a quick finger or two in her cunt allowed me to feel her cunt was a slick as mine. Neither of us said anything, she just opened her legs slightly and let it happen, but she knew. An unspoken bond.

It was gone midnight before her and the barman had finished, and I spent most of the time with my cunt on display. The grin showed the barman didn’t mind, his regular lingering glances, not quick or furtive, and the bulge in his trousers, was giving away his enjoyment. But that bulge wasn’t for me tonight. Carla’s moist slippery cunt was, and it was clear Carla was enjoying the view too, revelling in the promise of what was to come, and putting on a display was keeping me aroused.

At one point, she whispered in my ear how I was a dirty little slut for wearing those clothes, for having such a slick cunt before she even started, for brazenly showing the barman my overused cunt and there’s only one way for dirty little sluts like me to be treated, and that was by milking orgasms out of them, relentlessly, harshly, with disdain. She pulled away from me, before leaning back to me and whispering one last thing. She’s a dirty little slut too, and needs to be treated accordingly. Oh, she will be.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part Two)

10 November 2024 /

Kate kept up her relentless rhythm in Cowgirl, his cock almost leaving her cunt at every upstroke, it being totally buried with every downstroke. Those exercises she did at university certainly helped her leg strength and as Cowgirl was her favourite, it improved her longevity. She was surprised how well he was lasting; clearly, he was trying to delay cumming, but with her naked tits rubbing his naked chest on every up and down, and the fact they were in a forest where anyone could stumble on them, he was certainly excited enough. So was she, and in the heat of the moment, she forgot that the people that might stumble on them might know her parents. But she just had to have this fuck.

She was broken out of her daydream by the realisation that his cock was getting larger and harder, that sign she knew meant he was about to spray the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum. She focussed on her cunt, squeezing with every stroke, the extra tightness and extra rubbing meant that out of nowhere, she was getting near her orgasm too. He saw her facial expression change, to determination, and he knew what that meant. He had to hold on. But all too soon, he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, as her movements abruptly stopped. He pinned down her hips to keep her deeply impaled and she started crying out as she came, the extra pressure forcing him to cum too. She felt spray after spray come from his cock, as her own shudders from orgasm subsided. As their bodies both relaxed, she leant down to kiss him again, before suddenly remembering her surroundings and checking they were still alone. They were.

She stayed sitting on his lap and kissing him, as his cock started shrinking and slowly slipping from her messy cunt. She needed that. She needed more too, and she knew in all likelihood that he would provide. It was probably the longest they carried on kissing, with them both waiting for his cock to recover. After a while, it did, her naked tits and their frenetic tonguing doing its job. She could feel his slightly hardening cock nudging against the outer folds of her cunt, and she pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. He suggested she drape herself over the fallen tree, an idea that appealed as she wanted him to fuck her this time, not the other way round.

They got up and dusted the forest floor off their legs and then he draped his jacket over the tree for her to lie on. He had to admit she looked fucking sexy, her hair not quite perfect as it usually was, her tits up over her bra and poking out beyond her blouse, her skirt up and tucked into her waistband and her panties still pulled to one side, her cunt glistening in the sunlight. She bit her bottom lip at the sight of his cock springing upwards again, well aware of the effect her body was having on it.

She lined herself up in front of his jacket, and then bent at the waist, her stomach lying on the jacket covered tree, and her head slightly below her ass. He adjusted her legs to get her cunt to the right height, and then he teased her outer folds with his cock, still bouncing as it wasn’t quite at full hardness yet.

Her breathing was getting heavy as he lightly teased her cunt, then nudging it before her welcoming cunt swallowed his cock in one easy movement. Whilst he was fully buried, he put his hands under her hips and adjusted her legs just a little, and then he pushed her head down. She was holding it up before, but he clearly wanted her head well below her ass. He knew she would go a little lightheaded, but he knew that would make her orgasms more magical.

Once he was happy with her position, he started long slow methodical strokes, his cock slipping easily into and out of her slick cunt. She knew his second fuck would be a lot longer, and so she relaxed into it. At this point, it just felt nice to have his cock going in and out of her body, but as it got harder and as she was rubbed inside by it, whilst getting a little lightheaded, her cunt started to feel like it was building again. With her body totally relaxed, all the work was his to do, and he was settled in for the long haul.

Holding on to her hips and slamming his cock deep into her cunt, his rhythm was quite slow and purposeful. His cock wasn’t quite hard enough to be rubbing those parts of her cunt, but his relentless ploughing was quite dreamy. He sped up a little and his cock got harder as a result. Now it was rubbing the inside of her cunt, now it was starting to grow her orgasm.

He was nowhere near, so as she tensed up and started to shudder, he didn’t miss a stroke, didn’t slow down or pause. He just carried on with the same rhythm, which seems to extend the length of her orgasm, whilst simultaneously making her cunt feel that it was being ignored, its orgasm seeming to be totally irrelevant. It wasn’t of course, and he worked hard at both making her orgasm, and making it the longest and hardest that he could.

Almost as soon as the first orgasm had finished, she was building for another one. Her cunt was starting to get sensitive, which required her head to overrule her body. When she got sensitive, what she wanted more than anything was for him to stop, but she wasn’t going to stop him. She wanted more cock and much more cum.

Several times he accelerated his rhythm slightly, until once again, she started to cum, squeezing down on his cock. But he still wasn’t cumming (although her squeezing was making this more of a challenge) and once again, he ploughed on through her orgasm. Her clenching down on his cock was having an effect though, and he suddenly got fairly close to cumming. He knew he hadn’t got long left, so he focussed on the internal rubbing inside her cunt, and in no time at all, her final orgasm for the afternoon came, her clenching on his cock as she came made him have that final growth, him finally stopping that rhythm as he deposited his final lot of cum deep in her cunt.

They were both out of breath, and aware time was ticking on. Before she moved, he pulled her panties back over her messy cunt, and then helped her off the tree and helped her to put her tits away and then rearrange the rest of her clothes. He then lovingly preened her hair to get it back to her usual perfect self before they kissed (with some tongues) and then parted to return to their families.

They met another twice during that holiday, to similar effect, and then carried on fucking the following term at university, only stopping when Kate got herself a serious boyfriend. Still, they fucked over a hundred times during the six months they were fucking, and their families never did find out.

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