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What To Do In A Friend’s Potting Shed

8 November 2021 /

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

2 November 2021 /

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

21 September 2021 /

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.

Forever Smooth (Part Two)

10 September 2021 /

It has been all change for us recently as a family. Since being priced out of renting our current home, we had decided to move halfway across the county for a better and healthier life. My husband has been told he would be mostly working from home permanently (as long as he could go in once a month, all would be good), and it doesn’t matter to Victoria or me where we were based. So, we decided to head north to a less polluted atmosphere and a more leisurely pace of life. But this monumental decision lead to a little more urgency about a number of things, including our hair clearing exploits. We wanted our electrologist to finish the job, so we accelerated the treatments, but we really didn’t help by extending the scope. I do think that last bit was somewhat inevitable.

My husband first had his armpits and balls cleared and followed with his shoulders and ass. He certainly got the bug, because having decided he loved the feeling of hair free balls, he decided to have what our electrologist calls a “Boy Shorts Clearance”, this being a strip all around the body, encompassing the pubes, balls, frenulum, and ass, with his chest and back hair being nicely shaped just above the waist (also dealing with his asymmetrical back hair problem). Finally, he decided he was going to keep his facial hair, but he did have her remove a good number of stubbornly thick hairs from under his chin on his neck; that made the task of shaving a lot easier.

So, he did keep hair on his chest, back, arms and legs, but cleared everything else, and he really loves it. I was just pleased that what he had left looked very sexy. I love running my fingers through his chest hair, but equally, I love getting my tongue into his ass crack, running it along his frenulum and sucking on his balls, now all are hair-free. It is the best of all worlds, and already both Vicki and I are spending more time with our mouths connected to his ass and balls, and that can only be a good thing!

As for Vicki and me, a couple of weeks after the events in part one, my husband managed to get us to just be honest with ourselves, and admit we were both going to be hair-free from the neck down. We were dancing round the decision, but in our hearts, I think we all knew exactly where we were going to end up. Vicki loved the smoothness of my hair free legs and could barely stop stroking them. I loved her pube-free cunt and really didn’t want to stop licking it. Not getting pubes in your teeth really does encourage more mouth to body action. Vicki has grown obsessed with armpits and is now licking them on an almost daily basis.

I think it is the perfect silky smoothness that makes all the difference. Electrolysis is expensive, but for me, it is worth every penny. We were very “touchy” before this but are unbelievably so now. We do full body moisturising sessions as well, making the most of that silky smoothness. As much as I would love to say the effects of being hair-free on the mouth is the best thing about it, I think it is the effect it has on stockings. With nothing to catch on the stockings, I can now use the ultra-fine ones in safety, and that feeling of pulling a fine silky stocking up smoothly is wonderous.

Laura was certainly surprised by our hairlessness (as she knew nothing about it, and it was 22 months since she last saw me naked), but over the time she spent fucking us just before we moved, she really got to love the hair-free experience, so at her request, we introduced her to our electrologist. Laura won’t tell us what she has planned, but I’d put money on another hair-free from the neck down. Time to sell a few more pairs of panties to pay for it, girl!

Being cleared of all pubic hair is somewhat of a massive turnaround for me. For years after being told at school that pubic hair is important and should be left alone, I wouldn’t touch it. I even managed to equate the hairlessness of porn back to pre-pubescence, and therefore turn it into a massive no-no. Over time, I was accepting of it more and more on others, but would not countenance it on me. Even though previous boyfriends had virtually begged, I could not get that linking out of my head, regardless of how many people I spoke to about it and how much porn I saw. It was a block, a massive red line.

Slowly, over the time he’s been with me, my husband has chipped away at my hang-ups, firstly through just trimming my natural pubic mass (which was fairly fine hair, so never covered that much anyway), through shaving (and then quickly onto waxing as shaving irritated), but this last decision was all me. I was finally prepared to kill the connection, and to go permanently hairless, and I have to admit it is one of the best decisions I’ve made. Even how water feels as it runs over your body is so much nicer.

And last weekend, I decided I wanted to share my new hairless body with the world (well, a small part of the world anyway), so all three of us went to our first ever naturist swimming event at a local swimming pool. I have to admit I felt really proud of my new look, and enjoyed people being able to see me in my full glory. Of course, being a naturist event, nobody was thinking sexually, but it was just nice to let my hairlessness all out.

We’ll definitely be back. The people were lovely, and we went had a little outdoor clothed picnic with some of them afterwards. But we’ll be back mostly because I loved the feeling of diving into the pool with unleashed tits, and I loved the feeling of the water flowing over my silky smooth naked body. Vicki could go up onto the higher diving board, and she said that the forces acting on her tits were amazing as she dived in. I really must pluck up the courage to dive off that higher board in the future, but for the moment, I could revel in the forces on my tits as I entered from the side, and how amazing the water felt sliding across my hairless body. As somebody who is sensitive to movement, I feel these things acutely. I’ve swum in the sea topless countless times before, and always enjoyed the feeling on my tits, but diving into a swimming pool is something else.

Being hairless is about us. About removing those annoyances like shaving and waxing. About being able to lick cunt or ass without getting hair in your teeth. About being able to do a cake sit on a whim, rather than having to prepare in advance. Being hair-free below the neck is great; I never knew it would be so good!

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

2 September 2021 /

Poor Laura was exhausted. A good number of orgasms in such a short time. I hope we hadn’t gone too far, as my husband was on his way and expecting a really hard fuck from a turned on Laura. Whilst Laura collapsed in orgasm induced daze, Vicki and I started gently working on her nipples, with a little tweaking, licking, and sucking, with a little tit squeezing as Laura began to wake up.

With my husband still 20 minutes away, Laura decided she needed a taste of cunt, and Vicki was first up. She stooped over the sofa, pushing her cunt to Laura’s mouth, and letting Laura’s eager and flexible tongue start to lick over the folds. Vicki’s cunt was quite slick, so there was plenty to taste and to lick off. It is clear Laura wasn’t aiming to give more orgasms; she was clearly too tired, but she was cleaning Vicki up and enjoying every morsel of Vicki’s juices.

Once Vicki was clean, we swapped places and Laura cleared my cunt of juices too. She was very thorough in her inspection and eagerly cleaned me completely.

Just as she was about to finish, my husband arrived, smirking at the scene of debauchery in front of him. In fact, he asked what we’d done to poor Laura to exhaust her so much, but Vicki and I just innocently fluttered our eyelashes and said “Who, us?” (Laura was still licking my cunt at the time.)

He helped first Vicki and then me off the pile (both of us receiving a single hard spank with his hand as we got up), leaving Laura licking our flavour off her lips and leaving Vicki and me with a perfect red hand print on each of our asses. He slightly adjusted Laura’s position, so that her ass was just hanging off the front edge of the sofa, and her legs were in the air. He gave me and Vicki a leg each to hold back up her body and to spread apart, leaving a wide open, quivering, and gaping cunt in full view.

He took a while to take in this breath-taking view, before a pleading look on Laura’s face nudged him to carry on, him dropping his trousers, revealing he wasn’t wearing underwear and revealing a rock hard cock that was already rather big. He got to his knees and started rubbing his glans against the exposed pink parts of her cunt.

Laura looked at him, then put her hands down between her legs and pulled apart her cunt lips. She was pretty breathless, and this was a sure-fire way of her indicating what she wanted. She wanted him in no doubt. She wasn’t waiting a minute more. It was unsaid, but clear.

Vicki and I had done too good a job of cleaning her up, and so she wasn’t slick enough for him, so he carried on rubbing his glans against her now spreadeagled cunt lips, just occasionally dipping the very tip of his cock in between her lips. His mellow steady voice was telling her what a slut she was, and how little sluts like her only get what they deserve, and that was enough so that it wasn’t long before she was naturally lubing up, her cunt ready and keen for his cock. His cock was now easily hard enough that he could let go and continue the rubbing motion against her cunt, so he got his hands in position on the sofa and lifted his knees up to improve his drive.

And then he did it. He drove his rock hard cock deep into her sopping cunt. The force of her impaling made her lift her ass up a little off the sofa, and sink back as he withdrew, before repeating the body movements with every stroke. She was loud, in her grunts every time he drove in and in her telling him what he was doing to her. She told him how his cock was pressing against the top of her cunt and rubbing against her clit each time he withdrew. He was picking up the pace now, and her face had gone from exhaustion and ecstasy to gritted teeth and determination.

And from between those gritted teeth, she managed to gasp “Don’t change” as his motion was working and bringing her towards orgasm, and then once his rhythm and motion was being perfectly maintained, she dug in and gasped “Must fight”, as clearly, she was trying to delay her orgasm as long as possible. Despite her best efforts, she had little resistance, and he knew she was about to cum.

And when he felt it starting, he drove in as hard as possible and firmly held the tops of her arms in his hands as her body twitched with the power of her cumming, her cunt tightening around his granite-like cock. As soon as her orgasm died down and her cunt’s vice-like grip being eased, he started again in the same rhythm and motion, continuing our relentless assault on her cunt.

This time, it took a while. Clearly, she was almost orgasmed out, but he was confident he could get one more out of her. First me then Vicki grabbed Laura’s tits with our spare hands, focussing on her nipples and working it to increase her arousal. That was the last straw and soon Laura was again bucking against his cock fighting to hold off her orgasm.

She didn’t have much to fight it with, and so soon, another orgasm swept over her, her cunt’s vice-like grip of his cock being reasserted. This time, as the grip was slackened, he withdrew and waved his hard cock in her face. She opened her mouth for him to insert it, and she sucked on his cock a little, until he was clearly about to cum. He withdrew, aimed his cock at her tits, spewed his cum over the nipples and between her fleshy tits, then put his cock back in her mouth to finish off cumming, with her sucking on his cock to extract every ounce of cum and cleaning him up as she went.

I let go of her tit and began rubbing his cum into her tits, Vicki following me doing the same, and then we presented her with our hands to lick off what was left of his cum.

And there she was, Laura, the used up slut, orgasmed out, tits covered in drying cum, mouth tasting of cock and cunt, happier than she had been in months, if not years.

And there were we three, all happy that Laura was such a mess in such a short space of time, and this was just the start. My husband wanted his first ass fuck with her to be an against the wall driving hard special, and I knew she wanted to peg a man, and she knew how much my husband liked being pegged. Laura had come such a long way since that first party, and she was seriously into sex now. I think we all knew this was the first of many times we’d make her cum. What a great fuck she was! What a perfect slut she had become!

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