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Furnishing For Sex (Part Two)

In our look at furnishing our fabulous new house for sex, we’ve reached our wonderful kitchen diner. We’ve mentioned the kitchen, but we have a lovely open kitchen diner in which to deploy our dining table and chairs. Like other furniture, these were bought for sturdiness, as we had previously broken a chair and had a loud crack from a table we were fucking on. We bought a table with a steel frame and a solid top (with curved edges so they are comfy to lean up against). We’ve fucked both bent over it and lying on it, and it holds up well. The dining table has a shallow hidden drawer, which is another place we are going to leave spanking tools and other sex toys.

The chairs were harder to come by. Most dining room chairs only have comparatively spindly legs, so having two people on the same chair (for example to fuck in Cowgirl or to have one bent over the other’s lap to spank) is a no-go. So, we found some chairs with thick chunky steel frames. The chairs are light enough to be perfectly good for normal use, but very sturdy with a decent amount of padding, and they are actually certified for over the weight of all three of us on the same chair. We’ve tested them on a good number of occasions, and they came through with flying colours.

But the new kitchen diner gives us the chance to add a comfy chair into the mix, so someone can sit in comfort and talk to the chef (this is something we have wanted for ages). My husband wanted to go for a chair that was the same as in one of the temporary places we lived in. It is a single person sofa known as a tub chair, and he wanted one with a very particular dimension. That dimension was from the floor to the top of the seat cushion. Because in the place we were staying, the tub shape held me nicely in position, making me feel very cocooned, and with him kneeling on the floor, he was at the perfect height for my cunt, and even better, if I spread my legs and lifted them up, he was the perfect height for my asshole too. In the house with the example chair, we fucked in the chair twelve times (five cunt and seven asshole), way more than anywhere else in that house, as I thought I wasn’t going to have such a chair again. But we found a supplier that makes such chairs, and they were able to make the legs sturdier for us, and the exact height we needed them to be for the cocooned fuck to work. What an amazing fuck it should be when the chair gets delivered (which should be before New Year).

To complete the picture of the downstairs, there is a small hall and downstairs loo to be fucked in, and there is a small front garden, larger rear garden, and conservatory. All are overlooked, but we will have to fuck in each of them somehow. We’ve fucked in every outside space we’ve ever had, and we aren’t going to miss these out, although there is no rush to get this done. Likewise, the garage will need to be fucked in, as well as its big loft area (and the loft area of the house too). (Again, we’ve fucked in every inside space we’ve had too, including temporary and holiday lets). What is nice about the garage is that it is rather wider than a standard up and over garage door, so you can get in and out of the car on both sides whilst you are in the garage. Sounds like it will be perfect for some car sex (whilst being safely hidden from view). I’ve not had enough car sex in my life, and there is even enough scope in the garage to be bent into the car but standing on the outside. Sounds perfect for me.

Our plans for upstairs in the house are really exciting and a little more radical as well.

Firstly, the bathroom. It is a wet room shower room, which is brilliant for watersports and things like enemas. In addition, the tiles on both the walls and the floor are grippy for attaching dildos to. There is plenty of room for sitting down watersports positions, and even for being fucked bent over the toilet or basin. Being a wet room, everything can be hosed down, making it completely versatile and perfect for various types of wet kink play.

Of the three bedrooms, the largest is the only one that will fit our Super King Size bed in it. We need something that large for the three of us. There is a large built-in wardrobe in it for our clothes. The bed is our old one, perfectly in keeping with the aesthetic, and is obviously sturdy: it was bought to be as it sees a lot of vigorous activity. (We’ve broken 2 beds before, so this was purchased with that in mind). The bed has lots of places to attach restraints, and we have Vicki’s underbed restraints, which are permanently in place. We have a chest of drawers primarily for clothes, but the top drawer will be for spanking tools and sex toys.

The third and smallest bedroom can still house a double bed, but we are using that as an office. We have a desk each and office chairs, all rigid enough for some “office sex” and lots of spanking. (My addiction to the secretary scenario spankings shows no sign of abating). Loads of drawers in there, so one of them will house some spanking tools and wands, for secretary discipline purposes.

Also in this room is a sofa bed. It looks like a sofa, but it is a full-sized single mattress inside the cover, and the height of the top of the mattress is important here too. As we discovered a few weeks ago, that particular height is very important for doggy to work for me, and our main bed is way too high. So, as well as having somewhere more comfortable to sit to work, we also have a viable doggy option and a softer place to get bent over to be fucked from behind.

In recent times, I realised that I would like some sort of dedicated sex room for the kinkier and less mainstream stuff; think dungeon but without the all-stone and damp aesthetic. If we get rid of enough of our stuff (and believe me, there is plenty to get rid of), we could use the second bedroom as that sex room. It is early days of design, but our two queening chairs will live in there (still also for use as video conference points with someone licking underneath).

I dare say there will be some sort of glass display unit for the bulk of our sex toys. There is another large built-in wardrobe in there, and this will house our ever-growing collection of costumes (as well as seasonal overflow from the main wardrobe).

Both the second bedroom and bathroom have really good sturdy beams above them. This is allowing us to put strong anchor points in the ceiling of each room for things like ceiling attached sex swings. I’ve wanted one of those for the longest time, and this is the first time we have the opportunity. We’ll be ordering one in the coming days and giving it a go at our tenth anniversary of being together (which is mid-January).

Since every wall in the place is brick, there is no shortage of strength to mount wall mounted anchor points on to, so we’ve also decided to put some of those (similar to the ceiling ones) in both rooms too.

The sound reduction properties of brick are also useful to keep our sex noise away from the neighbours; in particular, I’m always concerned about the noise made by the spanking implements, as well as our cries and screams, which sometimes sound more of pain than of pleasure.

No doubt, the sex room will gain further equipment over time, possibly including a decent fucking machine, a load of more extreme toys, and some other permanent wall restraints, but it is very much a work in progress and is dependent on us getting rid of enough stuff to free up the room: that is a rather compelling target with a massive incentive to get it done.

What’s great about these plans is that every room apart from the sex room looks perfectly innocent and suitably proper for visitors, and yet every room holds its sex uses and is furnished particularly for sex.

It will take us a good while to get everything in place, particularly the sex room, but some of the elements are already in place, and we are taking full advantage of them. The place feels lovely, and we are so lucky to have it. We can get a lot more things settled during the Christmas and New Year break (when none of the three of us are at work) and start the New Year with our stuff mostly unpacked and a list of purchases we need to make. Time to earn some more money to pay for all this sex equipment!

Furnishing For Sex (Part One)

After a turbulent few months of living here and there, we’ve finally moved into our amazing new house. When we decided to move north, we had a vision of the future, a vision of what our new life would be like. We had in mind a particular kind of home in a particular part of our favourite village. We knew we weren’t likely to find that dream property on the first attempt, so weren’t actually picky about the property or precise location (as long as it was in the right area) as we desperately needed somewhere to live.

But the housing rental market is fierce, and it took way more time than we expected, but by hard work and making the most of personal connections, we’ve actually managed to get a house, and it is in our preferred village. Even better, when we drove round the village in the early days, we pointed at a row of houses and said one of those would suit us nicely. Little did we know all those months later that we’d actually be moving into one of them.

It is a glorious three bedroom detached cottage with a conservatory and garage. The owners are happy to have three people on the tenancy and know what our relationship situation is. They want long term tenants, and we want to make this place our permanent home and are hoping to be here for a lot of years to come. The place itself has loads of original features and handily doesn’t have the type of features we don’t like. The rooms are nicely sized, not too small, but not too large to heat in the colder months. As the pandemic becomes more dangerous again, having a permanent home is even more important, and that fact that it is located somewhere beautiful is a bonus.

So now we have a house full of boxes that we are starting to unpack, but this place is gorgeous, and we really want to make it a lovely home, a home to be proud of.

But this is me, a kinky slut living with two other kinky sluts, so as well as being a home to be proud of, it has to be a home that functions well for sex. Because sex isn’t an “in the bedroom” thing, it’s a whole house thing, it’s an all-embracing thing, it’s an anywhere you can thing, it’s an any time you want thing, of course all whilst being fine upstanding citizens and pillars of the local community.

Ever since I first bought furniture with my now husband (then fiancé), we have had one eye on their sex potential. Heights, lengths, and sturdiness were all thought of when making a purchase.

We started fucking on my original sofa within days of us getting together (I’d never done that before) and carried on working our way round furniture we then had all around the house. So, when we broke that sofa through one too many vigorous sex sessions, we decided that we needed to take the realities of the rigours of sofa sex into account in making our selection of a replacement. We also started looking at various design features that could be of use for sex in our selection.

We decided on a sofa that was stylish but had a lot of interesting qualities. Firstly, it was a three-seater chaise sofa, so it was a three-seater sofa that one of the seats was a chaise. This had the advantage that the sofa was therefore long enough that you can lie flat on it (and press on the solid arms with your feet to get drive into your fuck). It had wide and short legs to which you could attach restraints (like cuffs or spreader bars), and it had 8 stout legs along its length, thus giving great sturdiness.

But the best thing about it is the bit of the chaise that sticks out, as that has become one of my husband’s favourite spanking positions. With him sitting on the end of the chaise, Vicki or I get to go over his lap, with our feet on the floor one side and our hands on the floor the other, tits swinging wildly. The chaise bit is also great for bending over on your knees, as it gives good access from behind to someone else on their knees or on their feet leaning over you.

The versatility of that one piece of furniture has been amazing, and the sofa is coincidentally totally in keeping with the new colour scheme and is, of course, going into our new lounge.

The new lounge is a lovely size. Big enough, but still cosy, with a lovely fire, a nice long wall for our books (including our naughty section), and pride of place for the sofa. Paula has bought us a big thick rug for in front of the fire (like the one in the cottage we fucked on). I absolutely loved fucking on that rug, so it is a lovely addition to the room. I think that is a hint though, but she’ll get to test it soon.

We’ve made a decision to designate drawers in multiple locations to hold sex toys. We’re going to buy multiple paddles and tawses, so we can leave them in strategic places around the house. It would be very annoying to have to go upstairs to get a paddle if the spanking will happen on the sofa, so in the lounge, we have a wall only suitable for a sideboard, and whilst the main cupboards will hold my sewing machines, one of the drawers will hold a selection of spanking implements, wands, and other sex toys.

Also in that room are the stairs, and for the first time in over 5 years, we have some stairs to fuck on. I love fucking on stairs, and we used to do it regularly in a number of positions on our previous stairs and have already started doing so again. At the bottom of the stairs in my favourite, but there is a 90 degree bend at the top of the stairs, and that opens up new position possibilities we are looking forward to trying.

We also fuck rather a lot in the kitchen. One of my favourite positions is being bent over the sink with my tits dipping into the water as he fucks me. We have a lovely big sink that is not too deep, so it doesn’t take a massive amount of water to fill it up, and the tit dipping is as sexy as ever. We also have a washing machine that is in a line of units up a corner, so there is worksurface to the right and coming forwards from it; this gives me something to hold on to if, for example, I was to stick a dildo to it, impale myself onto the dildo and put the washing machine on a long spin cycle. There is plenty of worksurface to get bent over, or to sit on to give someone a chance to play. (I know a bare ass or oozing cunt is hardly ideal in a food preparation area, but given we put things like cum and cunt juices into the cooking, it hardly matters).

But we have a lovely open kitchen diner, so we can deploy our lovely dining table and chairs. In the second part, we talk about that and then move on to the rest of our wonderful new house.

What To Do In A Friend’s Potting Shed

My husband and I were round a friend’s house and had a few minutes while our host was preparing some food. She insisted we left her to it and suggested we wander round the garden. Towards the bottom of the garden was a potting shed, which my husband saw as an opportunity, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me into it.

He embraced me closely and we started kissing, our tongues entwined, and he held me closely, our tongues probing each other’s mouths and his hands exploring my tight skirt covered ass.

I’d been horny since before we got there. Oh, I needed him in my cunt. We didn’t have long, I just needed to feel him inside me.

As we broke the kiss, I looked right and saw a worksurface liberally covered in compost. I turned right and bent very slightly over, my ass sticking out towards him. I felt his hand in the small of my back trying to push me over onto the surface, but I told him to stop, as I didn’t want to explain soil stains on my clothes. But rather than stop, he just took off my blouse and then pulled my tits up out of my bra, leaving my tits resting on the bra, but visible. Then his hand re-appeared in the small of my back, and he nudged me over, burying in my bare tits and bra in the compost. The feeling of the compost was slightly tickly against my skin, the feeling distracting me so much that I didn’t register my skirt dropping to the floor around my ankles.

I must have been such a sight, as I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my quivering cunt. I was so worked up that didn’t care if our friend saw us. This was dealing with a raw and animal need.

My tits were pressing into the compost as his cock was pressing into my cunt, nudging past my lips. He was so hard, and I needed to feel his full hardness inside me so much.

Each time he pushed in and pulled out, my tits and bra moved over the compost with a slightly abrasive feeling, as well as some of the compost moving under the pressure of my motioning tits, including some attaching itself to my fleshy orbs and bra.

After his cock was fully buried in my cunt, and a few strokes to increase his size, he carried on with the strokes as he placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me off the compost covered surface. I thought he had decided I’d been composted enough, but no. Instead, he got me to brush all the compost into the middle (whilst continuing to fuck me), then he pushed my tits and bra back down into the pile of compost. I was starting to get hot too, so more of the compost was sticking to my tits.

But I was lost in the motion, my senses engulfed in hands, hard cock, compost, bench, and fully aware there was a window facing out that we could be seen through. Bit late to check, but we were hidden, and so fine.

I felt him getting harder and harder, and knew he was about to cum. He was holding on for dear life, trying to make this quickie fuck last as long as he could. He wasn’t trying to make me cum. He knew me well enough to know that if I was going to have compost covered tits whilst I had a meal, I would need to still be horny, I’d need to be denied an orgasm (until later at least). So, he wasn’t even trying. What I needed, not what I wanted.

And then he mostly pulled out of my cunt and almost immediately began to spew his cum just inside my lips. So now I was going to be in a mess all evening too, with cum slipping out of my cunt as well as compost over my tits and inside my bra.

And I fucking loved it. He knew exactly what he had to do to get me going, and compost covered tits, cum slipping out of my cunt and no orgasm was certainly going to keep me on heat all through the meal.

I felt his cock stop touching my cunt and I heard him putting his cock away. I didn’t move. My breathing was heavy, and my tits were still moving on and through the compost with each one of those heavy breaths. I felt him lift my skirt up off the floor, wiggle it over my ass and get it roughly in position. Then he helped me up, and for the first time, I saw the mess we had made. Compost all over the floor and other places. He turned me round as I did up my skirt, and he stood admiring my compost covered tits. There was a light dusting on the outside of my bra, but nothing compared to the decent amount stuck to my warm tits.

But to heighten my feelings that little bit more, he lifted up my right tit from off its bra top platform, put a handful of compost into the bra cup, then loaded the tit into it, repeating the same with the other one.

As he pulled the bra into position, I adjusted everything to make myself look as it was before, and then did up my blouse (without clearing the light dusting of compost off the outside of my bra). He delicately brushed a little loose compost from the top of my tits and then tidied my hair up, as it was a bit messy (for some reason).

Then, we went back to the house for dinner, all the time I had cum oozing from my freshly fucked cunt and compost in my bra, reminding me of my fuck, and keeping me on edge waiting for an orgasm. I suspect our friend probably knew but was polite enough to not say anything. Once she saw the state of her potting shed, she’d know for definite.

And when we got home, my skirt was removed and I was spanked for dropping compost in the taxi, and then spanked again for dropping compost at home, and only then did he strip the top half of my body and brush the compost off my tits. I wanted a shower, but as my cunt was messy with cum oozing out, I knew I wouldn’t get one that night. I’d be all night with a messy cunt and crotch, so I made sure he was meticulous in brushing off the loose compost before I spread any more round our home.

And then he took me into the kitchen and bent me over the kitchen sink, my tits dunking in the water in my favourite position. But instead of me getting more cock, he applied a wand to my cunt and told me to wash my tits in the water they were being dunked in. It isn’t easy to focus on washing tits whilst being bent over and having a wand punish your already sensitive and needy cunt, and all too soon, I came, but he didn’t move the wand (even for a second), as I hadn’t finished my task. I had another orgasm before I was done and was well on my way to a third when I declared my tits as clean and he replaced the wand with his rock-hard cock, for a final (for the evening) and simultaneous orgasm. I was wrecked, in a mess and a very very happy girl. And I can never look at compost the same again.

Slowly, Sloooooowly

I think some of the best sex we’ve ever had is of the slow and sensuous kind, which we are really getting a taste for at the moment.

I think my biggest ever orgasm was last week (and I’ve had quite a few hard ones in my time). It was Monday, and I was quite frisky. My husband and I were both working at home, and he stopped working for lunch. He came into the bedroom, where I was getting frustrated with something I was doing.

He had just done a video conference, so he was in one of jumper shirts (you know the sort, a jumper with a fake shirt collar). Anyway, he looked scrumptious, so I just opened my legs and flashed my cunt at him.

I got that look, the naughty smile, the raised eyebrows. In one swift motion, he unclipped his belt and slid his trousers to the floor. No thong, so an already slightly erect cock jumped out at me from under the jumper.

I licked my lips in the most seductive way I could manage, and then parted my cunt lips with my fingertips to be inviting. He took his cock in his hand, then knelt on the bed and nudge his glans gently in through my cunt lips. I was so hot inside, but nowhere near slick enough. Just with his glans nudging in and out, he held his hands out to get me sitting up. As I sat up, he pulled the dress out from under my ass, then pulled it off over my head. Then he undid my bra clasp, parted the two ends and then I leant back onto the bed revealing my 34H tits to him (as he didn’t move the bra). Having thrown the bra aside, he grabbed at my tits, squeezing them, and kneading them, all the time nudging at my cunt. As he felt my cunt moisten up, his strokes got larger and deeper, until he was buried all the way in. At this point, I was expecting him to speed up, I was expecting a vigorous fuck with some explosive cumming from him.

What I got was almost the opposite. He was very slow and deliberate with his strokes, withdrawing so far on the out stroke that you could see his glans out in the open, then re-entering me hands free. I love that, and he repeated it slowly over and over. Each one felt like it was the first, with me feeling the tip of his rock-hard cock rub all along inside me with every slow and deliberate stroke.

Over the following minutes, we changed positions a few times (mostly to relieve his arms), but he never speeded up. He just kept rubbing, and that felt gooood.

But then, for some reason, I fancied trying doggy again. Whenever we’ve tried doggy before, it hasn’t been that successful. Well, the bed here is obviously a different height, because after I knelt on the edge of the bed, he stood on the floor, came in behind me, pressed into me again hands free and slid straight in. He was so deep. After the first few slow strokes, he leant over, slid his hands under my tits and grabbed them, again squeezing, and kneading them. This changed the angle of his cock, which meant that it was rubbing in slightly different places. After a while of rubbing there, he let go of my tits, adjusted his angle, and held on to my hips. He was still slow, but he could pull against my hips so that each drive in was very hard and very deep, just slow. Oh my god, what a feeling it was in that position.

He also did a couple of short vigorous bits, really taking advantage of the grip on my hips. His cock felt enormous as he ploughed into my cunt over and over. I was so completely lost in the moment, lost in what he was doing.

My knees can only take so much of that, so just before I was about to cum, I had to change positions. So, without removing his cock from me, we went to standing up with me bent over the bed. This is another position that feels so amazing with his deep cock, but another one I can’t sustain for long.

When I could do that no more, I laid back on the bed, cunt open and dripping, ready for him to do another hands-free mount. He did enough strokes in each position, so that my cunt kept getting so near to cumming, and then he let the orgasm keep sliding just a little away. I think he got the taste for edging me with his cock. It would have been frustrating had I not known how much he loves making me cum with his cock, and therefore I knew in the end, he would make me cum, and it would probably be massive. He got me so close so often, and yet let is slightly slip away over and over by changing positions.

He rotated through me on my back with my feet on the bed, on my back with my feet hanging in mid-air, to my favourite slow position of the moment, straddling my legs (which are together) with his cock slipping in and out of my cunt. Again, he was leaving my cunt completely, but my cunt was so saturated with slippery stuff that his cock kept sliding straight back in. Straddling is a position I can easily cum in, so he was very very slow there, and by switching between the three positions, he managed to drag things out even longer. I can’t complain though, as every second of it felt wonderful.

I thought he’d make me cum in the straddling position, but when he finally felt his cock starting to subside (80 minutes later), he switched to a position we use a lot: it is like missionary, but with a 30 degree twist, so his face is under my armpit next to my right tit. That twist means his cock gets even deeper inside me, and so nudging against my tit, he accelerated his pace (but it was still comparatively slow), with deep hard thrust slamming into me.

He felt my body clinch in that way that told him my orgasm was on its way, and at that point, he started sucking on my right nipple whilst keeping perfect rhythm, slamming, and then withdrawing, and shortly after I started to cum. But this orgasm was unusual, because my orgasm carried on rolling and building at the same time as he thrusted, and it built up into a quite overwhelming orgasm. For the first time ever, I shouted how I couldn’t take any more, but noting I didn’t ask him to stop, he kept his rhythm and motion, making my orgasm go on longer than I ever had before, with a sort of building feeling I’ve never had in the past. Apparently, I was orgasming for over two minutes, which is unheard of for me, and didn’t I know it. It was so amazing, and I felt stunningly close to him. When I did eventually ask him to stop thrusting, he just snuggled into my tit and told me yet again how much he loved me. We had said it a lot during this fuck, but it was such an emotional fuck. I was totally drained and went to sleep as he went back to work.

I Think It Was Scaring Laura

It was the morning after the epic sofa fuck, and Laura had slept late. We were up early pressing on with our packing to move, but we made time for something once she awoke.

Laura had been talking with bravado about getting one of my husband’s “against the wall merciless ass fucks” for months on Zoom, but now the moment was upon her, she was a little scared. She realised that her asshole needed to cash the cheque her mouth had written, and she knew Vicki and I both regularly got ass fucked this way with no ill effects, yet she knew the size his hard cock was from him filling her cunt the previous day, and she knew she’d never had anything that big penetrating her asshole, let alone vigorously fucking it.

Laura knew that my husband would fuck her asshole however she wished, but she was torn. She wanted the whole hard driving ass fuck, and yet she was concerned her asshole wasn’t ready for him. But determined to have the ass fuck, it was up to me and Vicki to get her asshole ready.

Now Laura was no novice in having cocks in her ass. It was one of her former husband’s favourite things to do, and over time, Laura had come to love it. But his cock was nowhere near the hardness of my husband’s, and a good degree smaller.

So, we had her naked leaning against the wall, her feet a little away from the wall and well apart, allowing us perfect access to her ass. Vicki held Laura’s cheeks apart, as I began to apply the lube, loading her asshole from lube syringes and then working fingers into her asshole, just a single one first, before moving up to two and then three. My finger fucking of her asshole got more vigorous the more lube I applied, and her asshole was clearly relaxing to the intrusion.

I loaded her ass with a final couple of syringes of lube, and she was as ready as I could get her. My husband had been sitting on the sofa playing with his cock whilst watching the preparations, and given how large his cock was, he really wasn’t helping her.

Yet it was hard to feel sorry for her. I know how marvellous this particular fuck is, and I was a tad jealous she was going to feel it for the first time.

She stood on the step that adjusted her to the perfect height, and I pushed her lower half against the wall, making her ready for the intrusion. My husband snuggled behind her, his cock nudging at her ass crack, whispering in her ear. She virtually begged him to punish her asshole, to nail her ass with his full, hard driving, rock hard ass fuck, but he assured her that he would be gentle, that he would listen to her body and that he would take his time, but that he had every intention of properly nailing her asshole, if she could take it.

She reached her hands down and spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her ass pucker to us. It looked so good, I really wanted to kneel down behind her and start working it with my tongue. But that would have to wait, as I did not want to delay her fulfilling her dream.

He put his hand down to his cock and rubbed his glans up and down her spreadeagled ass crack, stopping occasionally to rub against her pucker, gently pressing at it. Each time he pressed, her pucker gave a little, and he was whispering encouragement to relax her pucker and to suck his cock in.

I love the fact that at a certain point, a willing asshole seems to suck the head of the cock in, and after quite a lot of working, he felt her asshole suck in his glans. He let go of his cock, using his arms to brace himself against the wall, and he began rocking in small movements gently nudging the head of his cock deeper into her asshole, punctuated by Vicki adding further syringes of lube in alongside his cock.

After a sustained dose of these nudging movements, Laura drew breath in a way that sounded a little painful. My husband stopped and encouraged her to relax her asshole and get used to his size and intrusion, and to let him know when she was ready for him to carry on. Even as much as we take his cock in our assholes, Vicki and I quite often have to do this, as ass fucking gets him extra hard and extra big.

After a good while, she felt comfortable enough for him to carry on, and he began those small nudging motions again, each time her asshole taking a little more of his cock, until finally, with another gasp, he told her he was fully in, and stopped behind her, cuddling her, to give her asshole another chance to adjust to his size. I stroked her hair, whilst Vicki told her how well she was doing, and how close she was to getting that full power ass fuck. She was lying of course, because she was only being encouraging, but Vicki knew the slow build up in speed that would need to take place before they got to that full power ass fuck.

Once Laura said she was relaxed, and indeed, my husband could feel it by the way her ring felt round his cock, he began moving again, this time, slow but longer strokes, giving her that feeling of her asshole going from full to empty and back to full again every few seconds. He was slowly extending the length of the strokes until he ended up pulling the full length of his cock out of her asshole, then putting it back in again in a nice slow rhythm, his balls swinging and hitting her ass cheeks with every stroke.

There was only one thing left to do, and that was for him to accelerate the pace, but I (and Vicki) knew that with that increase in tempo came an increase in the size and hardness of his cock, and so, he had to be sure she was comfortable.

As he kept the rhythm going, she was making contented noises in time with his strokes, and so he decided that it was time. He slowly started to increase the tempo, making her cries get louder. About halfway through the acceleration, she cried out that he was getting bigger, and I encouraged her to just relax her asshole one more time. As he got up to full pounding speed, the unforgiving wall meaning her asshole felt every millimetre of his drive, her cries seemed right on the edge between pleasure and pain. I think she realised this, as she gaspedly yelled for him to not stop. That was all he needed, and he really got into a fast rhythm, meaning that her clit was being driven into the wall with each stroke, and the twisting of being mashed against the wall, combined with rubbing it on the rough surface, meant her cunt got in on the action, as she felt it building for a massive orgasm.

My husband didn’t slow down as she got even louder, and shortly after she clearly came, he drove hard in, stopped, and I saw the tell-tale muscle clenching of his ass that denoted she now had an asshole full of cum. Her legs had given way from the power of the orgasm too, so she was almost being held up by his cock pinning her to the wall.

It did scare her, but not anymore. Now she craved it, more than any other sex act we did.

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