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We All Knew What Was Going To Happen (Part Two)

24 August 2021 /

Laura and I were sitting topless on Laura’s sofa, our mouths and tongues locked together, our naked tits pressed against each other, our respective nipples rock hard and poking into the other’s fleshy tits. Laura had waited so long for this. Her wishes were about to come true.

Victoria had entered the room (The front door was left on the latch, as we thought we might get distracted.) and by the time either of us looked at Vicki, her blouse and bra were in a heap on the floor, and she had dropped to her knees to Laura’s right and my left.

Laura roughly grabbed at Vicki’s tits, said she was pleased to finally meet Vicki in person, and pulled Vicki towards her using her tits as handles. Laura slightly rotated, so her right tit left contact with mine and she pulled Vicki’s left tit to meet it, manhandling my left tit to contact with Vicki’s right. We were in a tit squashing triangle, and in no time, Vicki and Laura were full tongue kissing and we were in a three way hug. I couldn’t complain, I was full tongue kissing Laura for ages before Vicki arrived, but I got a grandstand view of them, all whilst my tits were being squashed.

This triangle of love was only briefly interrupted by a text from my husband announced that he was caught in traffic and was a good hour away. Plenty of time for some girl-on-girl love, plenty of time for me to taste Laura’s cunt again and for Victoria to get her first taste.

As Laura and Vicki started kissing again, I put my hand down between Laura’s legs and started gently stroking at the outer folds of her cunt. Laura didn’t flinch. It was like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And as I pushed just a little way into her cunt, it was clear she was hot and slick. I coated my fingers and withdrew them, putting my fingers to my lips and tasting them. Without realising, I had closed my eyes, because as I opened them, the two sexy women I was squashing tits with had stopped kissing and were watching me, Laura with a slight smirk, Vicki somewhat more lustful.

I wasn’t in the mood for prevarication: I just told Laura a blunt way that it was time to taste her cunt. In a trice, we felt her tits leave contact with ours and she arranged herself on the sofa, her legs spread wide and her fingers holding her cunt lips spread. This woman was so up for it.

I dropped to my knees in between her legs and lowered by face to her spread cunt. The aroma was intoxicating, and so I dived straight in, burying my tongue deep inside her cunt, my tongue flicking up from in her channel up over her clit and back down again. Not my usual warm up, but when someone holds their cunt open for you, I tend to dive straight in.

No sooner did my tongue start its rhythmic assault on her clit, but I felt a hand go straight to my cunt and start rubbing. Vicki was busy, as I could also feel her working on Laura’s tits. Vicki was only preparing my cunt for when Laura returned the favour, and she was making sure Laura stayed hot. Laura’s body was starting to move in time with my tongue, and it wasn’t long before I felt her back start to arch, and her cunt start to moisten further. As she cried out, her breathing quickened, her body stiffened, and her cunt was flooded with more juices.

But I didn’t stop. She tasted divine and I wasn’t about to hand over to Vicki just yet; I had a lot more of her juices to lap up, and so I carried on, not pausing for even a second whilst she orgasmed the first time. I don’t think I gave her a chance to recover; her body never got properly untensed, her breathing never had a chance to slow down, her cries did die down a little, but my relentless licking was keeping her near to orgasm, yet I was being very cruel in keeping her close without finishing her off. I was enjoying myself (and I knew at some point, she’d get her own back). Vicki wasn’t exactly helping by accelerating her fingers working my cunt. There was that draw to follow her rhythm with my tongue, but I had to remain focussed. Laura’s orgasm was totally within my control now, and I wasn’t about to let Vicki draw me into finishing her off early. My cries were muffled in amongst Laura’s cunt lips as I knew Vicki had me on the verge of cumming. I knew it was lost, so I intensified my licking and soon Laura and I were moaning in unison and Laura started to cum really hard mere moments before I did. Vicki said my cunt squeezed her fingers the tightest it ever had, and I realised I’d stopped licking Laura’s cunt whilst in the grips of my own orgasm. I was exhausted, my tongue in particular, so I pulled away from the cunt before me.

Vicki offered the fingers that had been up my cunt to Laura to lick, whilst she gently nudged me away. It was her time to taste a new cunt, so as she got herself into position, with her mouth homing in on Laura’s cunt and her own ass in the air, I positioned myself to put my hand to Vicki’s cunt, and I started rubbing almost before Vicki started licking. Now Vicki’s tongue has a lot of stamina, and Laura had already had 3 orgasms, so they were in for a long session. Vicki had yet to cum though, so my fingers soon got a response from Vicki’s ever moistening cunt. She was so worked up that even three fingers managed to get her orgasming hard enough to make her legs go weak and to briefly stop her licking rhythm. I was on a roll, so I got carried on, being just a tad rougher and a tad quicker. She realised I was trying to do to her what she did to me, but I think she had no resistance, as it was clear her tongue was speeding up as my fingers did. Laura was clearly near as her back was arching and she was crying out. I gritted my teeth and repeatedly slammed my fingers into her cunt, my thumb forcing itself down her clit. She came again, leaving Laura screaming that she needed to carry on licking, but the few seconds it took her to recover were enough for Laura to slide away from cumming. Laura looked at me with a slight but wicked smile, telling me “You’ll pay for that, bitch” whilst pushing Vicki’s head into her own eager cunt.

I offered the hand that had been working Vicki’s cunt to Laura to suck on, whilst starting to work Vicki’s cunt with my other hand. I decided that I’d tortured Laura enough, and that I wasn’t going to distract Vicki again, until just after Laura had cum. Twice, I managed to time Vicki’s orgasm to be about 30 seconds behind Laura. Do I know this girl’s cunt or do I?

We All Knew What Was Going To Happen (Part One)

17 August 2021 /

The lockdown was very harsh on relationships. I know how lucky I am to have come through it with stronger relationships, both with my husband and Victoria. But Nikki and Laura weren’t as lucky.

Nikki split with her husband very shortly after lockdown 1 was announced. She had slowly been coming to the conclusion that she and her husband weren’t happy or after the same things, and the thoughts of being cooped up for weeks with each other was the thing that triggered the change. It was amicable, and they still fucked for a while, but they finally went their separate ways after lockdown 1 was lifted. A few months later, Nikki found herself another man, someone she described as an absolute gem, apart from the fact that he was so vanilla he didn’t even warrant a flake. I’m amazed she’d settle with someone that vanilla, and she has said she is working on him, but for the time being, she won’t be joining in with a sex party. Nevertheless, I’m really happy to see her moving on with her life.

Laura was somewhat different. Her husband just upped and left her and the children the day lockdown started. He’d been fucking an 18 year old at work, and he went to spend lockdown with her. Laura had no idea about the affair, and had her world ripped out from under her, at a point where she had very little support (despite our best efforts). Here was a fabulously sexy, increasingly kinky, and totally devoted woman who he turned his back on for a younger model only a few months older than his own children. Laura is far better off without him.

Her focus at the beginning was the children, the house and stability, and sex and sexiness were nowhere to be seen. She had twins and they were in the first year of their A-levels, so she wanted to provide as stable a situation to allow them to succeed. My husband and I felt a bit helpless, but nevertheless, we were there for her as much as rules would allow. As she said, at times of adversity, you really find out who your friends are, and our relationship got closer than ever. I have to say Laura did an amazing job holding it together for the sake of her teens, and I know they were appreciative and did as much as they could to help.

But right from the moment her husband confessed to her what he had been doing, she was adamant she wouldn’t take him back. All trust was gone. A few months down the line when he tried to get back with her, she made it very clear they were done. He can’t have his cake and eat it.

But over the last few months, Laura was starting to get the itch, starting to feel like she wanted to be fucked again, like she deserved to be fucked again. Especially in the months before they split, she had become somewhat addicted to sex. She loved nothing more than howling like a banshee whilst cumming her brains out.

In the intervening time, she had spent a fortune on sex toys, mostly funded by her online shop selling her stash of cotton panties with messages written on them. After her initial apprehension, she got to rather enjoy the individual requests for them, masturbating in them, exercising in them, pissing in them, pictures in them and pretty much anything else her purchasers wanted.

She had nearly disposed of them all, so she bought some new ones to carry on the trade. We supplied her with message ideas, some of which were far filthier than those she had previously. She had made life hard for herself by never having the same message twice, so each pair was unique, and therefore, she could price them accordingly.

But toys and selling panties increasingly wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She wanted touch, she wanted kissing, she wanted groping, she wanted masturbating and above all, she wanted cock.

And as we could start to actually meet, still within the rules, the discussions got filthier, and the sexual tension got higher. We all knew where this was going, even though no one said it.

Remember, I’d fucked Laura before at our sex parties, but this was pre-Victoria moving in, and my husband wasn’t able to fuck her then because of the party rules. Like me though, he’d seen her fuck and was really eager to get her screaming on the end of his cock. I knew how she used to rave about him ass fucking me against a wall, so I’m sure without her husband to stop her, she’d be there against the wall begging to have her asshole pounded. And then there was Vicki. The discussion between them had been ludicrously filthy.

All those years of being a mother and of quelled passions were behind her, and there was a fiery vixen waiting to come out, and we were just the people to bring her out. We agreed quite a bit beforehand that if the possibility came up for any of the three of us to do anything with Laura, then we were free to do so, without telling the others in advance.

But the first time we were allowed, a pantyless Laura was sitting on her sofa with me waiting for my husband and Victoria to get there. Laura was going to get the dose of cock she so craved today, she was finally going to meet Vicki in the flesh (so to speak) and finally I was going to taste Laura’s lovely cunt again. But probably more importantly, I could give her a big hug. She needed that too.

And the hug turned into crying and then sobbing, and as she regained her composure, she openly spoke about what she needed, more openly than I’d ever heard before.

It wasn’t long before our arms were entwined, our lips pressed together and our tongues doing gymnastics, and the longer we kissed, the more my cunt wanted in on the action.

We broke the kiss and looked at each other, just holding hands. It felt so good, but I knew what would feel better. I let go of her hands and started pulling at her flimsy summer dress. It took little persuasion to slip off her shoulders. She was wearing a front-loading bra, so I could unhook it and reveal her 32G tits, which in a moment should be pressing against mine. Laura got the idea and slipped my dress off my shoulders and reached round my back to unhook my bra and took it off my tits.

Once our tits were revealed, our arms entwined again, our tits pushed against the others and our lips and tongues recommenced their gymnastics. We stayed in our clinch for ages, enjoying every second of lip contact, every second of tongue contact and every second of tit contact. There’s something lovely about two fleshy tits pressing into each other, the rock hard nipples clashing with each other, the flesh squeezing against each other.

We were in that position a good time later when Vicki entered the room. (The front door was left on the latch, as we thought we might get distracted.) I’m glad Vicki got there before my husband did, as no doubt his cock would take centre stage when he arrived. Laura was clearly enjoying the kissing and the tit contact, and I was hoping to taste her cunt again before my husband sullied it with a big dose of cum.

Nurse Mira (Part Two)

21 September 2020 /

I was standing there in my gaping nurse’s tunic, a white bra, a nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders. I still had cum slowly oozing out of my cunt and I had him lying face down in a traditional theatre gown, his ass framed by the opening at the back.

He knew his ass was about to be invaded by an inflatable butt plug. I parted his cheeks and opened his pucker with one hand, first spitting and then drooling onto his pucker to provide a little lubrication. I used the butt plug to spread around the spit and then smoothly but purposefully inserted the deflated butt plug through his pucker.

Then I started inflating it. He has a greedy ass, so I knew he’d take a fair size, and I kept pumping, counting the squeezes of the bulb. When he started saying how full he felt, I paused to allow his ass a chance to relax to the invasion, and I stood by his face again to allow him to look at and smell my cummy cunt whilst stroking his hair and saying soothing and encouraging words. After a few minutes, I pressed on with inflating it, only stopping once he was almost sobbing because of how large it was. I wrote down the number of bulb squeezes, and then I helped him to turn over to use his weight to keep the inflated butt plug firmly in place.

He was clearly uncomfortable, which was my plan, and I left him there with the massive invasion in his ass for nearly a couple of hours. I knew the large invasion would make it difficult for his cock to get hard again, but that was my challenge. When I returned, I took the measurements of his flaccid cock that I missed before, and then I started masturbating his cock in the same way as before, and as I expected his cock wasn’t really playing ball.

Deciding that he needed visual and nasal stimuli, I gracefully climbed onto the bed and knelt in a face-sitting type position, facing down his body with my cummy cunt hovering over his face (but out of reach of his tongue).

I knew my cunt was having an effect, as his cock was starting to stir again. I bent forward over his body, my mostly covered tits pressing into his chest, and lined my mouth up with his cock. Just before I started sucking on his cock, I felt some cum start to drip out of my cunt, and I glanced back to check it landed on his face.

All that stimulation worked, and his cock once again started to get hard. After I felt I had tantalised him enough, I lowered my cunt to his face and allowed him to start licking the cum off and out of me. That did it, and his cock once again got very hard, twitched, and this time, I took the load of cum in my mouth.

I desperately needed to cum, but that really wasn’t on scenario at this point. So, I reluctantly climbed off him, and standing next to his bed, I spat and dribbled the cum out of my mouth into his open mouth (without our lips touching). Until that session, I’d never found spitting or dribbling cum to be sexy, but in the heat of the moment, it was incredibly arousing.

When I had spat as much of his cum into his mouth as I could, I told him to swallow, and I did the same.

I was still desperate to cum, so having briefly left the room, I returned with Adam, his big dildo mounted in my strap-on harness. His eyes widened on seeing it. He knows what happens now: I always expose my clit whilst putting on the strap-on, and as I drive in and out, the flat end of the dildo rubs on my clit and makes me cum repeatedly. It is always a massive challenge for me to keep a consistent rhythm to build to his orgasm; it doesn’t feel right just to use his asshole to hold a dildo whilst I cum over and over.

Normally I warm him up with smaller dildos first, but I figured he was warmed up enough by the inflatable butt plug. I started sensually lubing up the dildo, making sure to stroke up and down the full length of the dildo with my hands.

I told him that this test I was about his ability to cum by anal stimulation alone, and I told him to turn over in preparation for the test. Adam was quite a challenge for him at this time (although he has moved on to larger ones now), and in the preceding weeks, I had only just built up to getting Adam all the way in on a vigorous motion.

I released the air from the inflatable butt plug, and in one motion pulled it clear of his ass. His asshole gaped for a few seconds, as it had been held wide open for nearly a couple of hours, and as it started to slowly close up, I clambered onto the bed and inserted the tip of the dildo in through the gaping asshole.

I firmly pushed the dildo in as deep as it would go, and he reared up with a little yelp as I drove in.

I leant forward and gave him a mirror, so that he could look back and see me riding him. He hadn’t seen me undo the top half of the tunic, so my white bra covered tits and free-to-view nipples were on show.

I focussed on his asshole and started to build up my rhythm. It didn’t take many strokes before I felt my first orgasm starting to build. I was determined to keep quieter than normal in these circumstances, but some noise did escape my lips as I came the first time. As usual, I tried to not break rhythm, despite a shuddering orgasm, and then I carried on with a slightly higher tempo.  Wave after wave passed over me, and all the time, his asshole just accepted Adam’s full length every time.

Eventually, my clit was starting to feel a little sensitive and a little tender and my rolling orgasms came to an end, allowing me to focus solely on his asshole and making him cum. With me making sure I was almost making the dildo pop out of his asshole on every stroke and driving it in as hard as I could manage on every stroke, he got louder and that made me even more resolute to complete the job.

I was in a race against time before my body gave out, but each moan of his was a little louder until eventually his body tensed and then released as he screamed out. I had a final few big slams into his asshole, and then lay down so my tits rested on his back, cuddling down to him.

Once I got my strength back, I got up, extracted the dildo from his asshole and climbed off. Then I rolled him over and looked at the mess I had made. I bent over and licked his cum off his body and the sheets, and then leant over him and again spat cum into his mouth.

With my tits still out, I declared his examination over, and that he may be called back for some more tests at a later point, and I left him to it.

I was very happy how that session had played out and I had more good ideas for the next session, but had to wash the uniform first, as it appeared to have cum on it. Not sure how that happened!

Nurse Mira (Part One)

9 September 2020 /

The secretary outfit was fabulous, and I was well and truly hooked on using outfits to enhance sex, but I wanted my next outfit to be one that put me in charge rather than him. I remembered that not long after we got together, my husband was looking through an old work wear catalogue and had stopped at the nurse’s uniforms page. He gestured towards a nurse’s tunic and said I’d look good in that. It was barely long enough to cover my cunt and definitely wouldn’t cover my ass, yet he didn’t have trousers or a skirt in mind.

So, for my next outfit, I started by ordering a nurse’s tunic in the colour scheme I always think of first for a nurse, which is light blue with white trim, and since I was between sizes, I bought the smaller size in the hope of generating a bit of gaping around the tits.

It was delivered whilst he was at work, and so I got to try it on and gaze longingly at it. It definitely needed a bra to enhance my cleavage, and I knew exactly which one I needed – a Panache Inferno, now sadly no longer available other than second hand. It has a very deep plunge, so it is perfect for those gaping looks. I had a stash of them, a white one amongst them. I only normally wear a white bra if I want the bra to show and the colour is important, which was definitely the case here. It looked great under the tunic, creating the gaping effect I was after. I decided to do a little surgery on the bra, cutting discs out where my nipples and areolas are, so my nipples would rub on the tougher fabric of the tunic to automatically keep them somewhat erect, as I definitely wanted my nipple shape to show through the tunic. I added a vintage style nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders to give me a hard wearing and fairly authentic looking costume.

I also decided my husband needed a traditional theatre gown, opening at the back with ties in full ass displaying glory.

The day I decided to reveal the outfits, I was waiting for him when he came in from work. When he saw me in the outfit, he clearly liked what he saw.

As I started to address him, I reminded myself of my goal to be professional throughout the encounter and to not react when I get turned on or when I cum: that was a hell of a challenge for somebody as vocal as I normally am.

With that in mind, I welcomed him to the ‘hospital’ and told him to strip, put the gown on and to sit on the bed to await the consultation. I left him for a while and when I returned, he had complied. I stood next to him, my gaping cleavage at eye height right by his face, and as I started to ask him questions, I saw his eyes mostly look towards my tits, only occasionally looking at my face.

I started by looking into his eyes, then his ears, and then his mouth (using an ice cream stick as a spatula). As I said all that looked good, I slipped the gown off his shoulders to reveal his chest and used a metal ruler to measure the diameters of his nipples and areolas. Then I started playing with his nipples, saying I was checking whether his body responded to stimulation, and it did. I squeezed, twisted, and pulled at his nipples, making him moan enthusiastically. His nipples are quite small, but they got noticeably larger and significantly harder at my fingertips. I remeasured the diameters, and then declared his nipple response was as I would expect, and I helped him to put the gown back on.

I then got him to lie on the bed and I picked up the front of the gown, folding it back to uncover his cock. It was already stirring after the nipple workout. I sighed and said as it was slightly erect, I would need to wait to take my measurements, and I moved on to inspecting his cock and balls, first looking all round his partially erect cock, peeling back the foreskin, and running my finger round behind his glans. His cock was nearly erect at this point, so I began pumping the length of his cock with my right hand, whilst cupping and squeezing his balls with my left hand.

His cock quickly jumped to attention and then, over time, got harder and harder with each squeeze of the balls. I carried on with this until I could resist his rock-hard cock no longer. I quickly measured its length and diameter, then after a few moments of focussed strokes with my hand, I climbed onto the bed, straddled him (facing him), and lined my cunt up with his cock.

I slid down enveloping his cock and started riding, sliding his cock in and out, feeling his full length deep inside me, and trying desperately to not make noises that would normally signal that I was enjoying the penetration. It wasn’t long before I felt that tell-tale twitch of his cock that meant he was very near cumming. So, I slid up his cock so that only his glans was between my lips, and a fraction of a second later, I felt a number of good squirts fire into my cunt. After he had finished, his cock shrank quickly and slipped out of me.

I climbed off and in a very matter of fact voice, I said that test was successful. I covered over his cock with the gown (without cleaning him up) and I moved on to the next test – I popped a thermometer in his mouth and stood with my cummy cunt right next to his face, waiting for the thermometer to finish. I looked down and saw him transfixed at my cunt and I knew his nose would be filled with the strong smell of sex from my cunt.

I removed the thermometer and noted the reading, and then I told him I’d need to confirm that with an anal temperature reading and told him to roll over. His ass crack was beautifully framed by the opening of the gown. As I moved to put the thermometer through his asshole, I felt some cum start to escape from my cunt. I waited with my cunt by his face again, knowing that he was likely to see a bead of cum oozing from my cunt. He was again staring with a look of lust on his face.

I finally removed the thermometer and again noted the temperature. I flexed my cunt muscles to make my cunt wink at him and to encourage more cum to ooze out. His eyes widened and he finally looked up at my face. I told him that I needed to measure the internal volume of his ass, and I produced an inflatable butt plug. I started applying lube to it, as I told him I would insert this and inflate it until he was clearly uncomfortable to provide me with an indicative volume. It was a substantial butt plug, as I knew his greedy ass would be able to take it. I intended to cause him a lot of discomfort with a massive inflation, and I knew I’d have to work hard to bring his cock back to life.

A Bar Full Of Nakedness (50th – Part Two)

29 June 2020 /

As we left the ladies toilets, we were invited to a table with our cum-buddies. More cocktails and some very explicit conversation ensured, and Victoria and I took a very full part.

After another hour or so, the cute female barmaid yelled that the doors were now exit only – nobody new could come in. This was about ten to eleven. According to our table mates, that was normal here. The thing she yelled at eleven was much more interesting: “OK ladies, tits out.” I looked her way, and she was topless and had lovely swinging tits.

This was going to be difficult, not because we didn’t want to get our tits out, but because we had dresses that wouldn’t fold down to the waist. Some of our table mates had got up and taken dresses off and were naked, and I looked at Vicki, who was already half out of her dress, so I followed suit. I had to put my dress and bra in Vicki’s bag with hers, as my bag was way too small to hold even a tiny dress like mine.

I looked around and everyone was topless, and most were naked. I feel really at home naked in public, so enjoyed the nakedness as we had further conversations and more cocktails.

And they had a pool table. I love naked pool and hadn’t played it for years. Have you ever tried to play pool with tits swinging as you try to cue? It adds an extra challenge, and we had a giggle. There were only three fouls because our tits touched some balls!

At twelve, the barmaid yelled “Cunts out ladies if you want to be served” and the last few remnants of clothes were shed. Shortly after she shouted that, I decided I was going to the bar again, via the toilet to deal with my very full bladder. One of the other ladies on the table got up to come with me (as us ladies always go in pairs!) and she needed a piss too.

On the way, she suggested something interesting. As this was a female only night, we could go into the gents and use a urinal if we wanted to. This was very exciting. I had seen pictures of women using urinals before and always fancied a go. It certainly explained why the ladies was so empty earlier.

When we got in there, three women were already using them. The technique for a woman using a urinal differs depending on the urinal design (I researched this years ago!), and the three women in question were each doing what I had previously decided was my favourite position and the one I really wanted to try; that is reversing on to the urinal, knees bent to get the ass close, and bent at the waist with your arms pressing on your knees to support your weight. My bladder was ready to burst, but all those times where my husband made me hold on as long as I could stood me in good stead.

One became available and the woman accompanying me took that one, and I waited for the next. Shortly later, there it was. I turned round, planted my feet firmly, then bent at the waist and my knees. I braced my arms against my knees and then looked back through my legs to make sure I was in the right place, and then I let go and my stream of piss started emerging.

I could hear the sound of it hitting the urinal, seemingly magnified under my body. The feeling of my bladder finally getting relief was fabulous, but it was topped by a sense of freedom and wonder at finally getting to use a urinal.

I noticed the woman next to me have a shake, then just get up and wash her hands. At that moment I realised there was no toilet paper, and nobody was making an effort to use any from the cubicles – just a quick shake. I did the same, and it delighted me that there were a good number of slightly pissy cunts in the bar.

I washed my hands, and we went to the bar on the way back. The barmaid was naked too, and I remembered an old trick my husband told me about getting a barmaid to get something from the bottom row of the lowest fridge to make her bend over. I got a fabulous flash of her cunt though her legs as she bent over, and her tits swung wildly.

Seeing that was the final straw and I needed to cum again, and I was so horny, it would be quick. I whispered it into Vicki’s ear to keep it subtle, and Vicki just asked out loud round the table whether we needed to go back to the toilet as I needed to cum, or were there other options this time of night?

One of the women from our table asked us to hold on a second, and she got up and skipped over to the barmaid. She came back a few seconds later and said Vicki could make me cum bent over the pool table. She must have heard my comment about liking to be bent over a pool table, and how it doesn’t happen often. The last time I orgasmed bent over a pool table was at university; I had wanted to do it again, but opportunity had not appeared, until now.

It was clear I was going to have an audience, as everyone got up from the table. As we got to the pool table, I went to bend over, but someone stopped me and gave me a cue – arranging it so it rested between my tits and stuck out to the left of my ass and to the right of my head.

Then I bent over, and Vicki put her hand between my legs. She was the opposite of in the toilets. She was quite rough, far less gentle, and delicate, but I came very quickly, and she carried on for a couple of minutes and made me cum again.

I collapsed over the table as Vicki stopped, and someone else bent over the other end of the table hugging a cue and having her cunt worked on. One by one, the couples worked on their partners, each partner having two hard orgasms, and when I had recovered enough, I had Vicki bent over the table too. I was as hard and unforgiving as she was as I made her cum twice.

None of us washed our hands, so each one of us had a hand smelling on cunt and juices as we sat and had a few more drinks and more filthy discussion, slowly getting more drunk, heading towards closing time.

At one point, Vicki and I went back to the gents for Vicki to try a urinal, and I couldn’t resist having another go; after all, I had switched to higher volume sparkling drinks to fill my bladder quicker.

I don’t remember how, but we ended up in the right car in the right clothes with the right bags. We were so drunk; I wasn’t sure how much use we’d be for him when we got back home.

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