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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.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part One)

31 October 2024 /

To say that Kate made the most of my now husband’s cock is somewhat of an understatement. For a couple of months, she was barely off it, riding it as much as she could. There was her teenage years of celibacy to make up for, and she was going as quickly as she could. She loved sex. She loved sex with him.

It quickly became clear to Kate that she was safe. Safe from her family being told of her fuckings. Safe to spend time with him and to let herself get fucked over and over. Safe in the knowledge that everyone at university knew she was fucking him and nobody much cared; they were all trying to get fucked themselves.

But as the weeks went on, Kate started to wonder what sex with other people was like, and that was OK with him. They were never exclusive, and he wanted to fuck others too, and she was wearing him out. So, slowly, they reduced the amount of sex they were having. I mean, he was still fucking her at least once every three days (and did so right up until she got a serious boyfriend).

The thing she loved about their relationship was the dynamic of him just taking what he wanted. He’d brush a hand over her clothed ass or tease her hair with his fingers, and she was his. He would take her outside, bend her over a tree, pull her panties aside, push his hard cock into her cunt and just fuck. And she loved that: the raw emotionless fuck doll being used as he saw fit. She lost count of the number of times he didn’t say anything, instead just leading her to where he wanted and doing what he wanted.

And she was absolutely addicted to being bent over something and being finger fucked. He had this knack of using his fingers as a cone in her cunt and his thumb on her clit, fast almost brutal motions that made her shriek and yell as she came. And then he’d just leave her, exposed to the world, or if she was lucky, he’d do it again. Her body had no resistance to his fingers, just like it had no resistance to his cock.

They never made any pretence of being friends. They cared for each other and looked out for each other, but they really weren’t proper friends. They were just the friends you fuck, and that was perfect for them both.

She fucked quite a few other people, and always came back to him. He was the best. He’d make her cum longer, harder and quicker than anybody else. He knew exactly how to make her body do what he wanted. He knew every millimetre of her tits, cunt and ass, and had the ability to know what exactly she needed at any point in time. It was uncanny, like he had a bug in her brain. But all he did was read the signs her body gave. Debbie and Val had taught him that, and he had practised relentlessly on Rebecca.

The stories of her fucking didn’t make it back to her family from university. She had a much bigger problem than that. Because having spent a term surrounded by all the cock she could possibly need, she went home for Christmas, with the sudden realisation that cock would be non-existent for a month. Well, almost. Because her brother’s friend, her cock of choice, the one who took her virginity, lived just around the corner. But they were both staying at their respective parents, with not much chance of being able to escape. Kate wasn’t having that. She wasn’t having her favourite cock so close and not getting fucked. She started to plot. She wasn’t sure how exactly, but she had to have that cock.

The two respective families met one day walking down the street. Kate didn’t say a lot. One sentence in fact, but that included their trigger word. The word either of them put in conversations when they wanted a fuck. My now husband heard it, and in a seemingly unrelated comment later in the discussion, he mentioned being in the local forest later in the afternoon.

He regretted not being more specific. He had forgotten how large the forest was, so he took a strategic decision to hang around at the edge, hoping she would approach from the direction he assumed she would. It was 90 minutes before she showed up, all apologetic about not being able to get away sooner. They were too visible at the edge of the forest to even kiss, so they went inside, following the paths at first, but when they were a couple of minutes in, they deviated from the path into the trees.

They stopped by a fallen tree and assessed their spot. They certainly couldn’t see any houses and they thought they weren’t visible from path too. He asked her if she had ever fancied being fucked over a fallen tree and she coyly said yes, before throwing her arms round his neck and tongue kissing him very passionately.

She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and took his cock out. She noted he wasn’t wearing underwear. That should make things easier. She gently kissed the end of his cock, before looking up at him. Whilst he was smiling down at her, she realised he’d want her tits out before she started the inevitable blow job. She quickly checked round again, then unbuttoned her blouse. She then fished each tit out of the bra cup, pulling it up to sit on top of the bra. Crude but effective. She saw his smile widen, as she leant back in towards his cock, opening her lips slightly and pushing right down his shaft, her teeth gently running down the length of his cock. It had an immediate effect, and whilst holding her fingers round the base of his cock, she began the head bob, taking his full length into her mouth and then out again, a fairly sloppy blow job, yet her lips were tight round his cock with every stroke.

But she didn’t want to swallow his cum this time. There was only one place that was going. She knew he would cum quickly from her expert mouth work, but she was banking on a second go with another load of cum. When she decided he was hard enough, she sat him down on the carpet of leaves, and crouched over him, pulling her panties aside and lowering her cunt to be tantalisingly close to his cock, before carrying on in a lovely slow controlled way, his hard cock slipping straight into her very slick cunt. She so needed this.

With his cock fully inside her, she adjusted her legs, pulled up his top to allow her tits to touch his chest and then put her arms round his neck and started tonguing him again. Whilst still kissing, she began very gently rocking up and down, the slight movements just enough to keep his cock at attention. As she stopped kissing him, her up and down movements got slightly larger as she told him she desperately needed this, before accelerating her movements to almost making his cock leave her cunt at every rise. She loved Cowgirl because she was in control and making his cock run the full length of her cunt with every stroke was doing it for both of them. She knew his first load of cum was close, and she couldn’t wait.

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part Two)

19 September 2024 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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