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His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Two)

27 April 2025 /

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 /

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.

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part One)

31 August 2024 /

Kate wasn’t stupid. She knew when her brother asked one of his friends to keep an eye on her, to look after her, there was a chance her exploits would get back to her family, and that was the last thing she wanted.

It was her first week at university, where her brother’s friend had been for three years. Her brother’s friend was my now husband. Kate was still a virgin and had gone to university with the aim of quickly losing her virginity, ideally to someone who was a good fuck with suitable experience, and ultimately to get fucked as much as possible. Her family would strongly disapprove, and she didn’t want the repercussions, but she did want to be allowed to fuck in peace.

Not that he had shown any sign of telling them anything. She knew him from before, and he seemed nice. He didn’t seem like a spy, but she didn’t really know him particularly well. It was nice however to have a friendly face, and she had met with him a few times and he had been helpful in getting her settled into university life.

And things were relaxed whenever she met up with him, and she actually enjoyed talking to him, but she was always guarded about sex. She was at university to lose her virginity and to get thoroughly fucked. She didn’t want that getting back. She had to deal with this, and she wasn’t sure how.

And then an idea came into her mind, and it was a ridiculous idea, total madness, and yet it made perfect sense. If she lost her virginity to him, and if it was him that regularly fucked her, he’d never be able to talk about it with them, and her secret would be safe. She talked herself into and out of it several times during the day, but decided she needed to work him out more before making the final choice.

She made a casual throw-away remark to him about him having sex, and he didn’t really reply, but did have a certain glint in his eye. That encouraged her to go fishing several times for more information about his sex life, and one evening after buying him a few drinks, she found out that he was quite rampant in the past, and that all but one of his previous uni fucks had left university at this point, and the one that was still there was now in a serious relationship and didn’t allow herself to be fucked by him (no matter how much she wanted it). Kate was quietly pleased, as she thought he might be craving a fuck and that made her in with a chance.

She wasn’t interested in a relationship, just in being fucked, and the more she saw him, the more she felt comfortable with him, and the more she found herself wanting him to fuck her over and over. She got the impression he was the same as her, both in not wanting a relationship and being comfortable with her. She wasn’t any good at this hooking up game, so, despite meeting a lot of others in those early weeks, she decided that he really was the best option, that she really wanted him to take her virginity.

She decided to twist her own arm in a way, forcing herself to get on with it. She really needed that fuck, really craving it, and in a horny state, she saw him one afternoon in a corridor. Without leaving herself time to think, she asked him to pop to her room later, as she needed some advice. They agreed a time, and then off she went to both regret her actions, and get even more horny at the possibilities.

Good as gold, he knocked on her door at the allotted time, and with a deep breath, she opened the door to him. It was clear from his face that he liked what was in front of him. There was Kate, topless wearing only a short but quite showy skirt, brushing her hair. She was really nervous in case anyone else in the corridor saw her or in case he totally rejected her.

His cock didn’t reject her. She could see how hard it was within seconds. She invited him in and carried on brushing her long brown hair, her arms over her head perfectly framing her sizeable yet pert tits, her totally hairless armpits in full view.

He closed the door behind him and went to sit on the edge of the bed (the only chair in the room was deliberately filled with clothes). His face was now at tit height, and she was in no hurry to finish brushing her hair. The discussion was innocent, yet here she was with her tits out and tantalisingly swaying as she moved. To him, she seemed totally at ease with her exposure. He couldn’t take his eyes off her tits for long, only briefly looking at her face as she was talking. She could see that and was secretly loving it. Now she had to pluck up the courage to move to the next stage.

Eventually she put the brush down. He was waiting for her to put some clothes on, but she didn’t. She offered him a drink and made it, gave it to him and sat down opposite him (in the chair, sitting on her clothes), all with her pert tits proudly visible.

He was trying to work out if she was being as blatant as she appeared to be being, or was she ridiculously innocent and not realising what she was doing? After all, this was a good friend’s sister he was thinking of fucking. In those few weeks, he had gone from being a helpful friend, to so wanting to feast on her magnificent tits (it has been too long since he’d worship Rebecca’s tits), and finally to really wanting to really fuck her, not just once, but over and over. But there weren’t any signs she was interested, until now, until her magnificent tits were out and so close to him.

The innocent conversation continued whilst they each tried to work the other out. She was cursing herself for being too shy to simply ask him to fuck her. Heck, it was amazing she was here with her tits out at all. In fact, at one point, she had almost just put her blouse on, talking herself out of it just in time.

He was worried about reading the situation wrongly, and him trying something and her holding it against him. But she started it with having her fabulous tits out for him to enjoy, or was it for him at all?

He knew she had seen his cock; she’d been looking down at it. Just as he knew she’d seen him looking adoringly at her tits. He decided those two things were enough, and he had to go for it.

Her hands were resting in her lap, bent at the elbows to ensure her tits were still totally visible. He gently picked up her hands in his and said that there was something he wanted to do that he hoped she would enjoy. She gently nodded and smiled, relieved he had taken the lead, and he leant in bringing his face towards her tits, letting go of her hands as he needed to steady himself as he gently kissed on her left nipple. She giggled slightly and twisted her body slightly to offer him better access to her nipple.

This time, she felt his tongue swirl round her nipple, almost caressing it as it went round and over. She closed her eyes to really feel his tongue but opened them again shortly afterwards, as she wanted the visuals of him working her nipple. She felt her nipple swelling and getting harder, but all too soon, he shifted position, her body on instinct moving to offer him her other nipple, which he caressed with his tongue and mouth.

Once that was as hard as the first, he leant back, using a thumb and forefinger to tweak each nipple. As he gently pulled her towards him by her nipples, he leant in to give her a soft kiss, almost a lip nudge, and as he leant a little back, she leant further in for a longer kiss, her tongue starting to nudge between his lips, to little resistance, and his lips parted and their tongues met, touching at first before turning into a full, long, proper snog with tongue jousting. Now she was on familiar ground. She knew how to kiss well.

Her confidence grew as their kiss continued, the tips of their tongues almost constantly in each other’s mouths, whilst all the time her nipples were being worked by his fingers. They were so large, they were almost painful, but there was no way she was asking him to stop. Eventually, their lips broke and he looked into her eyes, wondering where to go next. She nervously looked into his eyes and just gently, almost hesitantly mouthed “Fuck Me”. He kissed her passionately, to give her a chance to change her mind, but she didn’t. She simply rubbed her hand against his cock, at this point still within his trousers, showing that she absolutely did want a fuck. He hadn’t fucked in some weeks, and he had been thinking about her quite a bit, dreaming about working her body and lusting after tasting her and filling her cunt. He wasn’t about to say no to her.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

21 June 2024 /

The doorbell rang, and Rose’s husband shouted that the door was open and to come on in. Quite risky really as Rose’s husband was fucking me face down on the sofa whilst Rose was bent over an armchair being fucked by my husband. It could have been anyone knocking.

As the hard cocks rhythmically slid in and out of our cunts, Anna and her husband emerged from the porch, brandishing a platter of canapés. I felt Rose’s husband’s cock pull out of my cunt as he took the food to the kitchen.

I didn’t move, feeling a cool breeze blow over my slick but gaping cunt, until Anna’s husband pushed Anna’s head down behind me and I felt her tongue start to lick my juicy cunt. Anna had a great tongue and I wriggled as she licked my cunt, hoovering up my thick juices. I’d have to get her in the bottom half of my queening chair one day.

Anna’s husband, whilst offering us greetings, went over towards Rose and pulled his cock through his fly. Rose, whilst still being rhythmically impaled by my husband’s cock, eagerly took Anna’s husband’s cock in her mouth and started working it to get it hard, running her tongue up and down it, pushing his glans against the back of her throat, and squeezing his length with a ring of her fingers as she pulled his cock out and rested her teeth behind his glans. The impromptu spit roast didn’t last long though, as soon he was rock hard and pulled out of her mouth.

I think my husband realised what Anna’s husband wanted and pulled out of Rose’s cunt as Anna’s husband approached, his hands replacing my husband’s on Rose’s hips and in a swift movement impaling her already slick cunt with his hard cock.

Knowing full well that my husband would want to get in Anna’s cunt as soon as possible, I knew her tongue would soon be leaving my cunt. He gently pulled on Anna’s pony tail to get her up off her knees, and removed her jumper, freeing her amazing braless tits. He roughly grabbed each tit in turn, squeezing it, licking and gently biting the nipple in between kissing her lips.

The wetness of my now lonely cunt felt that cool breeze for a little longer this time, until Rose’s husband’s hands took my hips again and he impaled my cunt, continuing his thrusting where he left off. The breaks in fucking were helping his stamina, but not helping me cum, and I knew it would be a long hard fuck before I finally got there.

My husband gently pushed Anna to the wall, and immediately started working her cunt with his fingers, expertly and relentlessly working his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, working her clit and lips with his thumb and forefinger, his hard work rewarded with giving her a shuddering and extended orgasm. Without giving her a chance to recover, he then bent her over at the foot of the stairs, pushing her head onto the stair carpet, pushing her feet apart with his foot and then holding on to a tit in each hand as his hard cock pushed between her cunt lips and buried deep inside her, thrusting strongly and twisting her tits to control her body, making conversation really difficult for her.

Two more voices yelled hello, and a number of us yelled to come in, with Rose’s husband adding to lock the door after they came in. Tanya and her husband, bearing a gift of cheesecake and trifle, entered the room, and once again, Rose’s husband left my cunt gaping. This time though, it wasn’t empty for long, as Tanya’s husband took over from Rose’s fucking me, his barely hard cock growing quickly as my moist cunt enveloped it, but I knew it would be an even longer fuck as the rubbing was slowly getting him harder and harder. The relentlessness of the rhythm and rigidity of two different cocks had made me desperate to cum, but frustratingly, changing cocks had made me wait.

Tanya’s husband took over from Anna’s in fucking Rose’s cunt, meaning that was three cocks that had fucked Rose’s cunt in quick succession. And she fucking loved it!

Anna’s husband made Tanya suck his cock to get Rose’s taste in her mouth, before he stood her against the wall, freed her tits for the obligatory groping and then started fucking Tanya’s cunt, gently at first until she was slick enough to take the pounding she craved and was expecting.

And the total joy was that none of the eight of us had even mentioned sex or acknowledged that it was happening. Despite the fucking, we were trying to hold sensible conversations. It was crazy. And glorious.

What Rose and Tanya explained to me that evening in my lounge was that one evening, towards the end of a respectable dinner party, the six friends started fucking each other. No one could quite remember how it started, but the men were passing the women round as and when they liked, the women were going from hard cock to hard cock with total abandon, to such an extent that no one can really remember who made who cum. But cum they did, and then after the men were all spent, the women started licking cum from each other’s cunts, in a visual display that made those spent cocks start to spring back to life.

Once the women saw the effect they were having, a blow job chain was set up, where the cocks were passed from mouth to mouth until they were all hard again, and then the women once again were repeatedly impaled by cock after cock, this time entirely for the women’s pleasure, as the men had little more cum to give. All the women orgasmed again, and then, in a cum filled daze, they all slumped and went to sleep, each woman in the arms of a man that wasn’t their husband.

The whole evening was fuelled by a heady mix of sheer lust, total abandon, and familiarity with each other, and no one even thought of not carrying on once they started. They were just six friends fucking each other, in any combination, in any position, just enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other raw animal pleasure.

I was getting excited at their descriptions, and I found myself rubbing my dress against my pantyless cunt a little, more out of instinct than a deliberate action, and Tanya was doing the same in front of me. Rose noted my movements with a smile, saying we’re all friends and it was OK for me to make myself cum. I wasn’t going to say no, and as if to encourage me, Tanya lifted up her dress as I did, and we both started using our fingers to work our respective cunts. The sight was too much for Rose, who very soon had her hand at her revealed cunt too. The visual stimulation of three naked cunts being masturbated tipped us all over the edge. We all came in quick succession, and we each shared our sticky fingers with the other women, giving me my first taste of their cunts and them of mine. And divine they were too. I’d enjoy licking their cunts in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tanya pointing out that is why they were talking to me, and I felt a glow, a sort of pride, that they knew me well enough to have an idea what I’d want to do. And there was more to come, as I was still intrigued as to why Tanya ended up being visibly fucked by Anna’s husband in the middle of the night.

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