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A Good Girl Gets Her Rewards

28 April 2021 /

My university fuck seemed well practiced at licking cunts. His tongue was darting deeply inside, flicking round my clit and over my cunt lips. He was building me up very slowly and I just knew when I came it would be massive. But this wasn’t going to be over quickly. He seemed to know just how slowly he could go and not let me get bored. He kept looking past my tits towards my eyes, and he knew that I wasn’t going anywhere, he knew that I was rooted to the spot for as long as his tongue was working me.

I have no idea how long it took. It was a long time though, and eventually, his tongue got my hips bucking and braying, with him having a job to keep in contact with my cunt as my body moved. But he managed it enough, and the little cries that started emanating from my lips all merged into one and eventually he made my body shudder as he gave me my first orgasm at the hands (or tongue) of a man.

My body collapsed onto the bed, and he sat up on his heels looking rather pleased with himself. He commentated how lovely my cunt tasted (something I had never really considered before), and he laid on the bed next to me and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me a kiss with strong taste of my cunt. It was the first such kiss I had received, and I thought my cunt tasted lovely too. When he stopped kissing me, he spooned me, telling me that I would be getting his rock-hard cock tonight, and I slipped off to sleep happily in his arms.

When I awoke, he was still cuddling me. That was lovely. We got dressed and went out for some dinner, and we were asking lots of questions about each other. It turns out he missed a lecture because he was cuddling me. Naughty Mira for making him miss a lecture.

We then went to the bar and had a fun night. I noticed he wasn’t drinking alcohol, which was very unusual for him. I mused that he was keeping my fuck in mind when making his drink choice. I was really hoping it would be a good fuck.

Finally, at about 1am, the group split up and he said he’d walk me home. He must have seen the look on my face, as he leant in and whispered that he’s going to fuck me there. That made me happy, and we set off towards my room.

When we got inside, he locked my door and pulled the bed away from the wall “unless I wanted my neighbours to have an hour of my bed banging on the wall”. I didn’t mind if they knew, but my neighbours were lovely, and I didn’t want to annoy them.

He systematically stripped me, first my top and bra, taking time to lick and suck on each nipple for a while. Once he was happy with how they had grown and how hard they were, he undid my trousers and slipped them and my panties to the floor. He lay me back on the bed and gently nudged my legs slightly apart. Then he stripped off, his eyes not leaving my cunt whilst he did it. By the time he released his cock from his boxers, it sprang up fairly hard.

He knelt on the bed between my legs and told me to finish getting his cock ready. I moved both hands to it and started moving them up and down, fingers wrapped around his shaft. I really wanted to put it into my mouth, but clearly by where his body was, he only wanted me to use my hands. Still, it didn’t take much to get him really hard, and so he told me to open my cunt for him. As I held my lips open with my forefingers, he took an admiring look at my pink vulva, before rubbing his glans against it whilst asking me what I wanted him to do. I was squealing “Fuck me” like a crazed pig until he slowly started pushing his rock-hard length into my cunt. I let go of my lips and stretched my arms back above my head, so my electrolysis cleared armpits were on display to him.

I can’t tell you just how good it felt, just feeling him slide inside me. It was amazing. Once his cock was all the way in, he asked me if I was OK, and when I confirmed I was, he started his rhythmic sliding in and out, very slow at first building up speed. I looked down my body at him concentrating at keeping his rhythm, his eyes flicking between my filled cunt, my strained nipples, and my hungry eyes.

His stamina was impressive. He was in no hurry to cum. Instead, he carried out a rhythmic fuck, each time almost removing his cock completely. I really noticed the difference between my cunt being filled by his rock-hard cock, and the gap where his cock used to be. He wasn’t really building an orgasm, but I was loving the feelings of his cock inside me. I looked down past my tits to see the occasional glimpse of his cock on its way out and back in again. The visuals just added to the physical sensations, especially when he grew even further, and I felt him stretching my cunt just a little.

He somehow managed to place my hand to my clit, and he told me to work it like the slut he knew I was. Filthy talk. I liked it. Made me feel like a slut (in a good way). I started (quite roughly) rolling my clit and tugging at it, as he slightly sped up his robust strokes.

I was instructed to “tell me when you’re close, slut”, which made me giggle, but I was still a fair way off. I started gritting my teeth, which no doubt he picked up on, as he raised his speed again. Eventually, he knew I was close, and I knew he was close. A few more strokes and I declared myself as near.

With gritted teeth, after telling me to keep tweaking my clit, he demanded that I “cum for him, bitch”, and a particularly powerful slam in of his finished me off. I realised my orgasm was being mixed with his, his cock spewing cum into my wanton cunt.

He looked down at me and left his shrinking cock in my cunt. I decided that was the moment to tell him that he’d just taken my cherry, something about which he looked remarkably smug.

As his cock slipped out of my slick cunt, he adjusted his position and spooned me, and we drifted off to sleep with him wrapped around me.

The following morning, he said that was the best fuck he’d ever had, and I’m not giving anything away to tell you that there were many more fucks with him over the time I was at uni. And he was great for me, as we often discussed the women we’d each like to fuck, and he was happy to carry on fucking me whilst I explored my pan side with some of those women. But I was his slut, I liked it and he liked it too.

Nurse Mira (Part One)

9 September 2020 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Sexy Studenty Self

4 April 2020 /

Lacy underwear makes many women feel very sexy. It doesn’t for me. I hate lace: I think it looks crusty, fussy and is an instant turn-off. I used to be a strictly clothes off to fuck sort of girl, and I liked to be stripped before sex (still do). I think my husband was surprised in the early days that I had such a negative reaction to me being in my underwear.

What I did feel sexy in were well-shaped clothes, and a few months after we got together, I was squeezed into a figure-hugging dress and the bulge in his trousers clearly showed what was in his mind. I told him there was no way I was taking the dress off before we went out (as it took me long enough to get into the bloody thing), so instead he spun me round, bent me over the end of the bed, nudged my feet apart, pulled up the dress over my ass, moved my panties aside and eased his hard cock right in. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He made me cum three times before he came, then he withdrew, moved my panties back over my gooey cunt, pulled my dress back down and just carried on with preparing to go out like nothing had happened.

This started off somewhat of an addiction of us fucking with me fully dressed, and I loved it – it made me feel sexy in a way underwear never did, especially as it made me feel sexy at random times when I was wearing something that suited me well.

As I was clearing out a drawer one day a few months later, I came across a pink fitted t-shirt with “Twin Airbags fitted as standard” on it. My husband liked it because not only was the slogan funny, the t-shirt was very snug, so as it stretched across my 36GG tits (as they were then), the fabric went really thin and almost see-through. In fact, it was so tight that it held my tits in place without a bra. I had stopped wearing it out, as it showed every detail of my bra, but during the clear-out, I decided I would wear it at home for my husband without a bra, so he got to savour every detail of my massive tits.

I was thinking of pairing it with a very short skirt as an outfit specifically for sex. Several years previously, I bought a twin pack of tiered skirts, because I wanted the black one. The other one was a horrible reddish-brown colour with damage towards the bottom of the skirt, so I had never worn it. It was easy construction to modify though – there were four horizontal tiers, and each was attached to the one above. It was quite trivial to remove two of the four tiers (including the damaged one) to create a skirt that would barely cover anything. It was mostly cotton, so I was able to die it to almost black (which as the skirt had never been worn, was very successful).

I put the outfit on one day whilst he was at work, and I was reminded of being a first-year undergraduate at university. At the time, I was quite innocent and mostly unaware of the effect that my body could have on someone. I found some glasses that looked studious and put my hair up on a relaxed studenty sort of way and waited for him to come home.

When he came in, I found myself pretending to be undergrad me, being all innocent. My husband got excited, but he realised I was being coy, and played along, seeming to settle on an innocent nerdy persona, kind, gentle and dead keen on playing with my tits. I can well imagine this is what he was like at university.

He spent rather a long time sucking at my nipples, with the innocent fervour of an inexperienced lover, and he spent far longer than he normally does squeezing and kneading my tits (and he spends quite a long time normally playing with them).

After he reloaded my tits into my top, he lifted up my skirt, opened up my cunt, inserted two fingers into my cunt and started flicking his tongue over my clit, whilst gently fucking me with his fingers. My hips were rhythmically pulsing in time with his movements, and without breaking rhythm; he brought me to orgasm and then carried on. My clit sometimes gets very sensitive once I have orgasmed, and this was one of those days, so I gritted my teeth and hung on whilst his tongue worked my engorged and tender clit. I got louder with my moans but had to concentrate on not being a potty mouthed bitch as I sometimes am. Student Mira is sweet and innocent and wouldn’t use words like cunt. The distraction of staying in character was crucial in me being able to take the continued clit licking for as long as I did.

After I had orgasmed three times, he offered me his fingers to suck (which I happily did). I undid his trousers and let them slip to the floor. I pulled his thong down and released his cock, which was already fairly hard. I pulled him forwards and sucked his cock into my mouth, which at university was commonplace and universally expected. I figured that as he was so hard and so aroused already, I had a chance to make him cum with my mouth. I pulled my top up over my tits (as we have a rule that tits must be on display if a blow job is occurring), and I was contemplating having him pull out and cum all over my tits, but I got a taste of his pre-cum, so when I felt him twitch, I slid his cock back until the base of his glans nudged against my teeth. A couple of hand movements down the length of his cock, a grope of his balls and my flicking tongue over his glans produced a wave of cum landing on my tongue. I did that sweet thing of showing him his cum on my tongue before swallowing it and then showing him my empty tongue.

We cuddled and kissed for a while whilst his cock recovered, then I played with it to get it hard. I then told him with an innocent smile that I wasn’t the kind of girl to go to bed on a first encounter, so he did what any chivalrous man would do… and gently fucked me twice on the sofa instead.

It is a bit of a head-fuck actually, as this is the man who nails me rigorously, this is the man that I am very kinky with, and yet this was a simple, straight forward classic gentle innocent fuck. At no time did he take any of my clothes off. Every time he finished with my tits, he pulled the t-shirt back down over them, carefully arranging them to show them at their best. Every time he finished with my cunt, he pulled my skirt back down.

I really enjoyed both playing the persona and wearing the outfit; I loved how naughty it felt. It wasn’t a hard persona to play, as it was basically me years ago. I still wear the outfit sometimes, and if I do, he knows exactly the type of encounter I want.

Getting Closer (Part One)

7 August 2019 /

This was the day that I realised something had changed. I’d had plenty of girl-on-girl sex with Victoria before, but this was the day I realised it was more than just sex.

There had been a knock at our front door. I peered through the spyhole, and there was a smiling Victoria, looking radiant and happy. She was early. I wasn’t expecting her for hours yet. I opened the door (even though I was naked) and ushered her in. After the door was closed, we threw our arms round each other and had a long passionate kiss. Even though it had only been just over three weeks, it had been too long.

She was only staying one night, and she had managed to get away from her appointment early. My husband wasn’t home though, so I quickly decided to text him. Since I let him fuck her whilst I was asleep, we agreed that we would always ask the absent partner for permission to fuck her, as we wanted everything to be out in the open. I’ve given him permission a couple of times to fuck her without me, and I’d fucked her the once without him. Now, it was my turn again. His reply was lovely: “Horny sluts. Make sure you document what you get up to. I want to read it when I come in. Fuck ya both later. xxx”

I put the phone down and dipped down in front of Vicki pulling at the bottom of her dress. She lifted her arms straight up whilst I removed the dress. I dropped the dress onto the floor and put my arms under her armpits and unclipped her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders before removing the cups from her 32GG tits. How quickly the important businesswoman turned into the naked slut. I swung her bra round my head and released it to fly down the hall, as we both giggled. She pushed her tits up against mine as we embraced and had a very long tonguey kiss.

I just couldn’t stop kissing her. Hours before I had been daydreaming about my mouth being locked onto her cunt, and now it was locked onto her mouth, with no sign of stopping. Victoria’s hands slipped down to my ass (a move she learnt from my husband), and I slid mine down to hers and followed suit. Our 34H and 32GG tits were squashed together as our hands groped at our asses and as our tongues explored our mouths.

We were doing this for about half an hour until we eventually broke off the kiss. I found myself looking longingly at her, and she seemed to be returning the loving look. As I gazed at her, I realised this was far more than a lusty look between two fuckmates, this was far more than two really good friends fucking each other’s brains out. I didn’t know what to think; I was still trying to process what I had just realised. I love my husband as much as ever. He’s the centre of my life, my rock, my cock, my everything, but here she was, my friend who I was wondering if I had fallen in love with.

Whilst I was wondering, I took her to the sofa, and we lay for a bit longer snogging each other and groping at our tits and asses (the latter mostly about staying balanced on the sofa although the ass contact was great). After we stopped snogging, we just laid in each other’s arms talking, just occasionally running a finger across each other’s tits or down our bodies. It was lovely and helped me to get the thoughts settled in my head. But after a while, I realised my cunt was starting to ache and needed some action. I got off the sofa and gently manoeuvred Vicki down the sofa, before climbing on and kneeling with my legs either side of her head. She was looking up lovingly as my cunt lowered towards her mouth. Her tongue contacted my cunt and immediately went to work, switching between gentle and forceful motions, working every part of my cunt that her tongue could reach. I love riding her tongue, and she can seemingly go on for hours, slowly building a mind-blowing orgasm. I collapsed in a heap after I came, and she carried on licking to clean my cunt up and to enjoy the fruits of her labours.

As the weakness subsided, I grabbed some paper and made notes for the fucking diary, as Vicki carried on licking around my cunt. She had her hands locked over my upper legs, so I couldn’t move my cunt away, not that I wanted to. By the amount she was flicking her tongue over my clit, I realised that I was in for a very long very slow build up, but there would be a massive explosion at the end. I wrote as much on the sheet, just leaving a space for the time to orgasm, and then I sat back, closed my eyes, and focussed exclusively on her tongue and my cunt. It felt like hours, but was only about twenty minutes, and eventually, I got that explosive orgasm. I collapsed again in happy exhaustion whilst Vicki cleaned me up.

She unlocked her hold on my legs, so I slid down to lay next to her and started snogging again, this time her mouth strongly tasted of my cunt and juices. We snogged and I tasted myself on her for about half an hour. I adore the taste of my cunt (which is weird because a decade ago, I didn’t like anybody licking me out or tasting me on them).

I slid down her body a little and started sucking and licking her nipples. Her nipples go so hard when they are stimulated, and I love feeling them harden on my tongue. I didn’t really understand why my husband was obsessed with sucking on my nipples – I mean I enjoyed it, but now I have Victoria’s nipples to play with, I totally understand why. I love the moaning noises she makes when I’ve already got her nipples hard and I’m quite forcefully running my tongue round them. I’m sure one day I’ll make her cum by nipple action alone, but I wasn’t going to try today. I started kissing around her tits, returning to her nipples regularly, then I kissed down between them, slowly heading down towards her cunt. As I passed over her bladder, she winced as I touched her.

The reality of her predicament just dawned on me. She had come with full bladder as she always does (not working out my husband wouldn’t be here to deal with it as she was so early), and she would need to unload it before her cunt got any action. She stroked my hair and gently asked whether I’d drink her piss like my husband usually does. She knows I would prefer us to piss in each other’s laps rather than drink it, but she was so looking forward to it before she arrived and she enjoys it so much, I was happy to drink it in that position this time to give her pleasure. You do things like that for people you love.

A Sex Challenge and Celebration (Part Two)

10 February 2019 /

It was clear after our first two months that we needed to plan our sex challenge much better. We already had a heavy bias for vaginal sex at home, so we needed to balance things up to complete the challenge. So, before the March challenge, we planned all the remaining anniversaries (in outline form) to ensure we got the balance right.

There was only one anniversary in March, and that was our first anal sex. I had offered him my ass to fuck a little over six weeks after we got together, and that first time was tentative and gentle. The anniversary anal was far from that. He was huge and confident, so he could vigorously drive into my asshole with his long hard cock. We were staying with a friend, so we had to excuse ourselves for a while so that he could give my asshole a thorough workout in her guest bedroom.

There was also only one anniversary in April, and that was our first outside fuck (which was vaginal and was originally in a field by the layby we were parked in). That layby isn’t there anymore, so we decided on another layby close by. In a mirror of the original event, we laid out a blanket in the field behind a hedge, he lay me down on it, lifted up my skirt to above my waist and fucked me right there. I was already sopping wet at the thought (and he was already hard), so his entry was fairly easy. He managed to make me cum before he exploded, and we got back to the car fairly quickly afterwards. I spent the rest of the car journey oozing (as he likes me to be) and he only cleaned me up when we got home.

There were four anniversaries in May, first was the anniversary of the first time we fucked in a car. It was the early hours of the morning and we were parked in a car park high on a ridge overlooking a city. This was a popular spot with locals during the day but was deserted in the middle of the night. So, in the case of the original act and the anniversary celebration, we flattened the back seat and fucked in the boot, my cunt getting a good pounding from a very excited (and therefore rock hard) husband.

Later that same week, we celebrated the anniversary of our first fuck at his parents’ house (which was anal) by again having anal at his parents’ house. They are used to us fucking now, so it came as no surprise when we slipped off for a bit of us time. This time though, I was feeling able to stand for anal, so he pinned me to the wall and drove his cock into my ass, the unyielding wall meaning my asshole was the recipient of every millimetre of his drive. I’m not often up to this our most invasive anal fuck, but today I was and the fact it was at his parents’ house made it even more naughty.

A couple of weeks later, we celebrated the first time we had anal somewhere other than our house by having anal on a friend’s sofa. She had to pop out for an hour, so we convinced her to be out at the time we needed so we could have anal at the right time. I spent the rest of the evening with a slightly lubey ass crack as a reminder of my ass fuck, and I didn’t wash until I got home.

Finally in May, we celebrated the first time I pegged him with an audience by pegging him in front of our friends Laura, Nikki, and their husbands.

In June, there was my birthday, so we again did anal in a friend’s house. She knew of the challenge, so was happy to oblige. As she lives in a one bedroom flat, we had to use her bed, and we’re fairly certain she sneaked a look while he was impaling my ass.

In July, we celebrated our first fuck in someone else’s home by having anal in that same friend’s flat. This time, she just asked if we minded her watching and masturbating whilst we did. Of course, we didn’t mind, and this time, we put a cushion under my belly to raise myself up and to give her a good view of my cunt and asshole, as it was being impaled. We all seemed to enjoy ourselves.

In August, we had the anniversary of our first outside pegging. We originally did this in our garden, but we’ve since moved and no longer have a garden, so we had to borrow Laura’s garden to achieve this.

In September, we celebrated the anniversary of having sex in my graduation robes (I was a mature student, so this was only three years ago). I originally settled on anal, as I thought my outfit might have been compromised by having vaginal sex at the time. So, the anniversary was again anal in my robes. We originally fucked in a quiet place on campus, so we went back, loaded me into my robes (and only my robes this time, and he anally fucked me in a similar place). I love the juxtaposition between my robes for my first class degree and anal penetration in a very practiced manner.

October was the anniversary of our first watersports. This was our first anniversary at home for some time, and indeed all the remaining challenges were at home (a combination of it being colder outside and people being busy in the run up to Christmas). So, we had an evening of watersports, and he fucked my cunt in the wet room at the appropriate time whilst my ass was in a puddle of my piss.

We concluded October by us again having vaginal sex in front of other friends to celebrate the anniversary of having vaginal sex in front of those same friends (and others).

November was the anniversary of our first pegging, so Victoria and I spent the whole evening pegging his poor ass (at home) and spanking him a bit in between. At the right time, I was pegging him, but Victoria did most of the hard work, as I wasn’t up to pegging him for as long as I wanted to.

In December, the first anniversary to celebrate was the first time he drank my piss, so as well as drinking my piss regularly throughout the day, he fucked my ass at the appropriate time.

The final anniversary was his birthday, so he had the now traditional birthday pegging, only this time because I was feeling quite good, I pegged him a number of times over the course of the day.

We ended the year with a vaginal fuck over Big Ben’s bongs as we always do (although we haven’t counted that, as we counted the one at the start of the year).

So, we successfully completed the challenge. We had sex in our home 8 times, inside but not in our home 8 times and outside 4 times. We also had vaginal sex 8 times, anal sex 8 times and pegged him 4 times. The challenge took quite a bit of organisation, but it was great fun.

2019’s challenges are not so prescriptive. They are to increase the amount of anal and pegging that we do. I want to get to 50% anal 50% vaginal (ideally without reducing the amount of vaginal I have), and I’ve been wanting to train his asshole to take larger toys, and you can only do that by regular and thorough pegging. Yes 2019 is the year of the penetrated asshole, and I’m looking forward to it!

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