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Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Three)

21 August 2025 / / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Three)

10 May 2025 / / 3 Comments

Louise had her head on my now husband’s chest, laying on his chest hair in the gap between the sides of his shirt. All Louise had on were her seamed hold-ups. And a contented smile, from him making her cum twice. No one had ever done that. It had exhausted her. He could exhaust her that way any time, every time.

They snuggled there for some time, his hand firmly holding a tit, gripping it like it’s existence depended on it, owning it. She liked him owning her tit. She had another one for him to own too, she didn’t want it to be left out. But in the meantime, she was working out her next move. She was absolutely going to feel his warm sticky cum coating the inside of her cunt. She owed it to her cunt. She owed it to him.

At what she thought was the right moment, after what she thought was an acceptable amount of time of cuddling him and basking in her orgasmic glow, she put her hand to his now uncovered cock and started rubbing at it. It wasn’t totally soft, and it didn’t take long for it to get hard again.

He got the idea, and he was so pleased she wanted more. He really wanted to cum in her, really wanted to stake his claim to her cunt. And this one and done girl is doing to have to get used to this, him making her cum several times before he did.

He knew what he needed to finish him off, and so rolled her off him and onto her back, lying on several pairs of her worn panties. He moved himself to be kneeling between her legs, and lifted her legs up, parting her feet and pushing the front of her thighs back towards her tits. She had a seductive smile on her face as he lined his cock up with her cunt, which was so slick from her previous orgasms that it accepted his cock easily. He leant on her legs, her feet sticking up over his shoulders, enabling his cock to drive even deeper into her cunt. She could feel the rubbing, she could feel her arousal already.

She had a running commentary in her head. She wasn’t allowed to cum until he was ready. It was going to be hard though, as he was rubbing inside her cunt with his glans, a repetitive movement that really stimulated those perfect spots inside her cunt, and so deep at times. But, with her mind so focussed from such an early stage on delaying her orgasm, she had it under control and settled in for a long slow filling fuck. His cock was huge by now, and because her legs were taking his weight, he had both hands free to work her tits, to squeeze and grope them, being a bit rough with them, something it turned out she was enjoying. But maybe it was him, maybe she’d enjoy anything he did to her.

He saw that gritted teeth look on her face, the look of someone settled in for the long haul, someone who knew she had a fight on her hands to hold back another orgasm, but someone with the power to squeeze the cum out of his cock with her cunt muscles, to milk him relentlessly until he had no more cum to give. His rhythmic fucking only lasted so long, before he started to feel the orgasm welling up inside him. Louise realised this shortly afterwards, and really increased her cunt squeezing on his cock. She could see in his face that he was losing control, that he was near, so she didn’t stop, and neither did she hold back. She had been so near to cumming for the third time for over fifteen minutes. When she released, it soon came, another monster orgasm, this time her clamping down on his cock resulted in him cumming, in him spraying his cum all over the inside of her cunt. He kept pumping and pumping, giving her exactly what she wanted – his cum, loads of it, coating the walls of her cunt. There was so much of it, and she loved every throb, every pump, every drop.

When he stopped moving, stopped twitching and convulsing, his cock was fully inside her. She had never been penetrated so deeply, never had so much cum from a man, never cum so much herself. They stayed there until his cock shrank out of her cunt, and then she manoeuvred herself so that she lay on his chest the other way and he instinctively grabbed her other tit, owning it like he owned the first one he gripped.

And they both went to sleep in that position, on her single bed, and when she awoke the following morning, she still only had her seamed stockings on and he still had that iron grip on her tit. She lay there, wondering where this would go next. He was a great fuck, and she thought she held her own, thought she hadn’t disgraced herself.

She knew Kate was drifting away from him. That new boyfriend was looming and she was likely to want to stop the fucking. Louise wanted to ensure she was next cunt in line. Louise and my now husband both only had a few months of classes left, then exams, and then that was it. And she knew she wasn’t in love with him. She just wanted first dibs on his cock, she just wanted every drop of cum he produced. She had until he woke up to decide what to do next. But that might be any moment. It was exciting, it was exhilarating, it was nerve wracking. This wasn’t natural territory for her. She was normally much quieter, someone who hid in the corner. She knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t confident. That was her main problem.

What went through her head was to fake the confidence, to just take what she wanted, and wait for him to complain. She had no idea what in reality that meant, but he started rousing and the iron grip on her tit loosened slightly. His finger marks were embossed on the tit and she felt the blood rushing back into it.

She clambered round on the bed, put her legs either side of his head, and lowered her cunt to his mouth. Almost on instinct, his tongue touched her wet cunt, gently licking at her outer folds. His eyes, which were blinking open, were aimed straight up past her tits to her face, locking on to her eyes. She felt her body starting to move with his tongue, riding it like she was riding a horse.

He let her ride his tongue for a while, reaching up to grab her tits and pull and squeeze them, her movements twisting them in his hands, in a slightly painful but cunt tingling way. He knew she liked it, her noises and face gave it away. He obviously decided that she had started moving too much, as he released her tits from their suffering and locked his hands over the front of her thighs, meaning she couldn’t get away from deeper penetration by his tongue. She couldn’t move a millimetre. She felt moisture starting to be emitted from her tongue-worked cunt as soon as he started flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit.

She lifted her arms up and pulled her hair back behind her head. From his view, her arms were perfectly framing her wobbling 30GG tits, making his view even more exquisite. His tongue was having the desired effect and was getting her close to cumming yet again.

And then he stopped. He released her thighs and put his hands under her ass to lift her off. She looked down in confusion, her face almost pouty, but saw his cock bouncing at half hardness, and soon got the idea, and a sly smile.

She knelt down in between his legs and put his glans to her lips, gently kissing the end of it. It immediately improved in rigidity. Making an ‘O’ shape with her mouth, she slid his entire length into her mouth, his glans then nudging at the back of her throat. After quite a few bobs of her head, she withdrew his cock and started using her tongue on the underside, licking around the end and sucking him in. His cock was getting harder by the second, but soon too, she stopped, sliding her mouth off his hard cock, then clambering back onto the bed, she lined his cock up with her cunt, then slowly lowered her cunt onto it.

She was back in Cowgirl again, but this time, they were both a lot closer to cumming, and indeed, they did cum in quick succession within 5 minutes, well before her muscles tired.

With her cunt full of his cum again, they kissed, a long lingering tonguey kiss, and he threw his clothes on, made himself look presentable and left. They both had lectures that morning, and she’d attend hers with his cum filling her cunt, she’d attend hers smelling of sex. That was amazing. She was always so jealous of those sluts who went to their lectures smelling of sex, advertising they’d been fucked not long before the class. Now she was one of them, and she fucking loved it. Her task now she realised was to make sure it was her he was fucking for the rest of the term. She so wanted to smell of sex at each lecture, to have her cunt filled with his cum at each lecture. He’d awoken her inner slut, wanting to be ridden hard, wanting to be his cum depository. He’s awoken her outer slut too, wanting to broadcast how recently she’d been fucked to her fellow students, like they’d been doing since she got to university. She wanted to leave people in no doubt about her getting the fuckings she deserved. It was her time now, and she had a short few months to make the most of it.

All she needed to do was to make him fuck her every day, maybe two or three times a day. Whatever he wanted. She really wanted him to wear out her cunt, tits and mouth. Her brain was working overdrive how to achieve it, so much so that she left for her lectures without putting any of those dozens of pairs of panties on, and she was already nearly dripping. As she walked across campus, she felt like screaming “Look at me, my cunt’s dripping cum.” She didn’t. She thought better of it. But she loved the feeling. Really emphasised she’d been properly fucked only a few minutes ago. Made her feel like a proper slut.

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Two)

27 April 2025 / / 0 Comments

As Louise took my now husband’s cock fully into her mouth, she stopped looking and admiring it, instead looking up at him and gazing into his eyes. She knew how much that solid, adoring eye contact enhanced a blow job, and he gazed adoringly back at her, his eyes locked onto hers. She saw his eyes briefly break contact a few times, alternating between her eyes and her bra, resulting in him suggesting to her that she should pull her tits out of her bra. Her eyes widened, showing her confusion about what he wanted, her eyes having to convey her feelings as her mouth was full and busy, but he demonstrated with his hands and she got the idea.

She briefly letting his cock slip out of her mouth, and used her right hand to pull her left tit up over the bra, resting her fleshy mound on the top edge of the cup, and replicated with her other hand and tit. She then looked up and him and saw a smile and gentle nod, his mouth going on to form the words “make your nipples hard like diamonds”. That wouldn’t take long, as they were pretty hard already. As she used her fingers to work on her nipples, pinching, pulling and twisting them as she thought he would himself, she realised that he knew what he wanted, that for once she wouldn’t have to lead the way. She just sensed that this was a man that knew how to fuck. Oh, how she craved one of those. She couldn’t even remember how they started chatting all those months ago, and she didn’t much care, he was fun to talk to and even more worth it if she got a good fucking or twelve.

Once her nipples were hardened to his satisfaction, the link between their eyes was re-established, and that was her cue to take his cock in her mouth and start working it again, start hardening it again, start preparing it to spray coat the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum.

Once he was acceptably hard, he held his hands out to her. She pulled her mouth off his hard cock, took his hands in hers and he guided her up off her knees. He took a step back with her and sat on the bed, feeling some dirty panties under his ass as he got comfortable. She got the idea what he wanted, and she put her pillows behind his back to give him support as he leant back. She then climbed onto the bed, facing him, kneeling either side of his legs. He pulled her forwards by the ass as she grabbed onto his still hard cock and lined it up with her cunt.

As she lowered her cunt onto his cock, he realised just how wet she was. She must have been nearly dripping. She leant towards him, so that he could reach behind her back and take off her bra, letting her 30GG tits drop off the top and bounce in a very sexy way. She knew he liked it as she felt his cock in her cunt get even harder. She leant back, leaning on her locked arms, giving him a view of his cock entering her cunt for a couple of dozen strokes, before leaning forwards again and lying on him, mouths close. Their tongues touched, and he placed his hands on her ass cheeks, gripping them hard to haul her up and down his cock, her leg muscles doing most of the work. As she straightened up again, she added a little sway to her top half, making her tits bounce up and swing round, her moves mesmerising him and keeping him as hard as iron as he fucked her.

She regretted not going to the uni gym more now. Her leg muscles were already starting to ache, but she knew the unmistakable tingle of her cunt starting to build to an orgasm. She had to carry on, and started to rely more on his hands manhandling her ass, trying to eke out the strength in her leg muscles.

As she got closer to cumming, she started shaking her head from side to side, her long blonde hair swishing across her tits, as she encouraged him to keep going. It’s not like he was going to stop. He’d never got a girl this close to cumming and let it go. He was nowhere near cumming, but his cock was being kept hard as a rock by the view, by the hair swishing across her tits, by the glint in her eye, by her licking her lips as she got close, by the bouncing of her voluptuous tits.

As her orgasm started to break, she pushed his hands off her ass cheeks, stopping her motion and clenching really hard on his cock, which was fully buried in her cunt. He didn’t cum. She was shocked, she was sad. But she did cum, really hard, and she cared about that more in that moment.

She looked at him, with his broad smile, happy at the ecstasy he’d brought upon her. She told him she was a one and done girl, and he said that was OK, but as he hadn’t cum, could he at least lap up her cunt juices. She agreed, assuming it would just be a quick clear up and they’d be cuddling soon enough.

He had other ideas. He rolled her off him and onto her back, putting a pillow under her head to make her comfortable. Carefully avoiding her clit for now, his tongue flicked all over the outer reaches of her cunt, his fingers deftly parting her folds, his tongue seeking out every drop of their tasty juices. She closed her eyes, loving the caring feeling of his tongue and finger examination, knowing she was done, so could just relax into the licking. He noticed her face looking serene as his tongue darted around. He had to pick his moment, the moment he would touch her clit with his tongue.

He gently, delicately, moved his hands to her hips, holding her in place without her realising it. And then he flicked his tongue over her clit. She didn’t jump, she was expecting it. What she wasn’t expecting was the feeling she got as he worked her clit more and more. Her clit was tingling. Like when she was heading for an orgasm. He looked up and saw her eyes as wide as saucers again. Now he felt her hips move, pushing against his hands clamping her hips into place.

That cunt was going nowhere. It wasn’t escaping his tongue. He kept licking, focussing more and more on her clit. Her hips were pushing against his hands in a circular motion, rhythmic motions building her orgasm. He was going to stop and put his cock in her again, but decided not to. He was enjoying making her move, enjoying getting her close to cumming when she didn’t think she was capable, and he was really enjoying their taste. His tongue getting faster and more frenzied, her motions pushing against his hands harder, and when she was so close, when he thought she was oh so near, he quite roughly ground at her clit with his tongue. That pushed her over the edge, her body arching as she came again, her cries louder than before, his mouth being flooded with more juices, his tongue, which was by now buried in her cunt, was being squeezed by her muscles and gave her something to squeeze against as she came.

As soon as she stopped cumming, he took his tongue away, and she felt a cold breeze across her wet cunt. She had never been that wet in her life. He was amazing.

He moved up the bed, and he cuddled her, putting his hand on one of her tits as she snuggled into his body. She hadn’t even got his shirt off, and here she was, wearing only her hold-ups, his hand owning a tit, her cunt drenched twice, totally exhausted. She undid the buttons on his shirt and nuzzled into his chest. She felt well fucked. She felt very lucky.

And then the guilt kicked in. He hadn’t cum. She had cum twice, and he hadn’t at all. He’d given her something she’d never had before and she hadn’t even made him cum once. As she nuzzled him, she knew she had to fuck him again. That night. She just had to. Her guilt would force her. She’d never cum more than once, she didn’t know if she could cum three times. If anyone could make her cum three times, it was him. But actually she didn’t need to cum again. She just had to make sure he came. Boy did she owe him. She’d never cum so hard before, and he made her cum that hard twice.

She had to make him cum, and deep inside her cunt, as she so desperately wanted him to fuck her again. And again. And again. Put your big girl pants on Louise, suck it up and make him cum, make him spray coat the inside of your slick cunt with his sticky cum. Make him want to fuck you again.

She didn’t need to make him want to fuck her again. He had already decided he was going to do that again anyway. He thought the way she came was so cute, way too cute. He was going to enjoy that particular cuteness again.

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part One)

14 April 2025 / / 0 Comments

There was one more woman my now husband fucked at university, a fellow student called Louise. He met her in a university on-line chat room (when these things were nerds only) and had late night chats for a number of months. They had never met – they didn’t even know what each other looked like, but one night, he mentioned that he had to stop chatting as he had to go and fuck Kate, and in reply, she typed “I sometimes wish you’d come and fuck me”, before deleting the comment, pretending she hadn’t said anything and cheerily saying goodbye for the night.

All the time he was fucking Kate that night, he was thinking about fucking Louise. Kate said he seemed to be extra hard, and he fronted up about what had happened. Kate smiled as she played with his hair, telling him he ought to fuck her tomorrow night then. After all, he and Kate weren’t exclusive and she was only fucking him two or three times a week now.

Tomorrow night came and he was chatting away with Louise as if nothing had happened. He was getting cold feet, and she hadn’t said anything. But all the time, he was longing to fuck her, desperate to fuck her, more and more gagging for it every minute they ignored the situation.

He couldn’t stand it any more, and so, without really thinking it through properly, he just went for it and typed “You know what you said last night?” She didn’t type anything for ages, making him worry about what she thought, worry that he’d misread the hint, but after a long pause, she replied simply with a building and room number, before immediately leaving the chat.

She immediately left the chat because she was panicking. She was having a stay in your room working type of day, so she hadn’t even showered that day, and her legs and armpits desperately needed a shave. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. She wanted to be perfectly manicured, not a slovenly mess. She also almost immediately regretted not telling him to wait an hour before coming over. Too late now.

He hadn’t left immediately though. He decided to have a shave, a quick wash, do his hair and put on some clean clothes, making himself look as nice as he could, before setting off across campus. He’d never even met her in person. What if he didn’t like what he saw, or what if she didn’t? Too late for those worries, he was resolute in his decision that he wouldn’t meet her and then not fuck her if she wanted. She was about a twenty minute walk away. Added to his preening time, this gave her about three quarters of an hour.

She didn’t know that of course, but she decided it was more important to shave and do her hair than to shower. She had long blonde hair and decided to simply leave it down, with a clip at the front that would hold her hair back during a fuck. She shaved her armpits (they needed to be absolutely smooth to his touch and she moisturised to get them silky), her legs (as she was deploying the finest seamed hold-up stockings and didn’t want them to catch), and finally she trimmed her pubes to a perfect triangle (he was a mathematician after all), making her puffy cunt lips and clit the most visible they could be.

She spent slightly too long admiring her handy-work and arranging her cunt lips so that they looked perfect, before progressing onto a brand new pair of seamed hold-up stockings straight out of the packet. They were sheer, low denier and black. She always felt sexy rolling a stocking up her leg, and she took her time getting the seams perfectly aligned. She had a dig through her drawer to find the bra she wanted. It was similarly black and sheer and she would need it to hold her substantial tits in place. It didn’t hide much though, and without really thinking, she pulled on her nipples to get them larger and harder.

She was just about to look for the tiny panties she wanted, ones that would really emphasise her trimmed pubes, when there was a knock at the door. Swearing under her breath and noting to deploy those panties next time, she grabbed a lightweight pink silk gown and threw it on, doing it up as she looked through the spyhole in the door.

He looked nice. Neatly presented, unlike her. He had chocolate. Thoughtful. His fingernails were short and clean, a must if they were to get anywhere near her cunt. She shouted for him to wait for a second, just long enough to adjust the gown so she looked fabulous. She was going to have to front it out. Feeling slutty like she was handing her body to him on a plate, she didn’t really care as she was going to fuck him, no question.

She opened the door a crack, and they checked each other’s names, and once happy they were the right people, she opened the door wider and invited him in. He came in and she locked the door behind him, not wanting any chance of being disturbed during this fuck she needed so much.

She turned round to see him looking for somewhere to sit. She had the clothes she was going to wear on the bed and the chair was full of dirty washing. She hadn’t tidied up, so there was dirty washing all over the floor as well, and looking at it in that instant, the floor was mostly covered in dirty panties. She liked panties. She had lots of them. She just didn’t massively like washing them, as they were mostly delicate garments and needed special handling. He’d seen them. What would he think of her? Although most men like panties, so she thought she shouldn’t worry.

She went to hang the clothes back up, ensuring to flash a stocking leg through the split in the gown whenever she could. She knew he’d seen, and he had a smile on his face. She picked the pile of washing up off the chair, and turned to put it in the bottom of her wardrobe. As she did so, more panties dropped from the pile and onto the floor. This really wasn’t going well, but he looked more amused than anything else. The most amusing thing of all was that despite owning all these panties, she wasn’t wearing any. It all added to that feeling of handing herself to him on a very slutty plate.

She thought he’d have taken a seat, but as she turned round, he was standing in front of her. He ran a pair of fingers down her cheek, stopping her in her tracks. After that briefest of pauses, she just moved forwards and their lips touched, before almost immediately turning into a tongue jousting snog. She put her hands to his face, caressing his cheeks and holding his lips to hers. He put his arms round her and his hands firmly took a grip of her silk covered ass cheeks. That firm grip showed her that he meant business, and her kiss got a little harder and a little more frenzied. She had waited so long for this. She left any doubts behind as that animal hunger for cock took hold. She hadn’t had cock in way too long, and her lust took a grip.

All her control went out of the window, as she let go of his face with one hand and ran it down his trousers to his cock. It seemed fairly big and fairly hard already. Promising! She took a good handful, gently squeezing it, and asked, with just a hint of amusement and a big dollop of hope, whether Kate had left anything for her. He assured her there was more than enough, as he pulled her dressing gown off her shoulders, it sliding down her arms, giving him a good look at her cleavage, without revealing anything else.

She really didn’t want to let go of his cock, it feeling lovely in her hand despite the intervening fabric, but she reluctantly did so, and put her arms down for the silky gown to slide off. He stepped back to admire the bra and hold-up stockings, also admiring her preparedness to fuck and her perfectly manicured pubic hair, gently teasing and not at all hiding her cunt. Little did he know it was due to the lack of time, but neither of them much cared. Lust had taken over.

She put her hands to his belt, undoing it and his trousers, pushing them down to the floor, herself sinking to her knees as she pushed them down, her face then in front of his bulging boxers. That looked contrived. But she was there now, so slid his boxers down and started slowly taking his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper each time, using her tongue on the underside a little more each time. But she wasn’t there for a blow job. Her cunt needed cock. This was just to get him warmed up.

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part Two)

19 September 2024 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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