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Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part Two)

25 October 2025 / / 1 Comment

Carla was bent forwards over the arm of her patio furniture, lit only by the moonlight. She was naked from the waist up, her tits hanging and gently swinging in anticipation of what was about to happen. Her skirt was up around her waist and her legs spread enough to have her cunt flaps visible and just a hint of ass pucker showing. She was ready.

I was lubing up a big dildo, which I had already put into the strap-on harness I was wearing. My body was feeling good, so it was ready. The dildo was nearly lubed, so it was nearly ready.

When we got home, I told Carla of my desire to fuck her outside, so Carla took me out into her back garden, lifted my skirt up, arranged me to allow her to lick my cunt and asshole. Despite the delay, she did get a little of my husband’s cum from my asshole, and she certainly got a load of the barman’s cum from my cunt, as she diligently and effectively cleaned me up, under clear moonlight. I’m sure we could have been seen, but there was no sign of movement nearby.

When she finally stopped licking me clean (having given me the couple of orgasms I didn’t have when my husband was ass fucking me earlier), I went inside and emerged a short time later with the strap-on gear on, which looked really good with my white stockings and suspenders. I was otherwise naked, my tits about to be swung around as I fucked her, me hoping for that feeling of aching from my swinging tits that signified they had been swung around a lot and viciously. I ordered Carla to strip apart from her skirt and arrange herself as I liked. In a frenzy, she did so, almost shivering with anticipation. So obviously, I lubed the dildo attached to me in the most sexual manner that I could, in her full view, licking my lips and almost masturbating it. She was shaking and whimpering. The build-up was exquisite. I just hope my body could survive the distance with the physical and vigorous fucking I had planned.

When the dildo was lubed to my satisfaction, I ordered her to spread her ass cheeks, revealing her quivering pucker to me. I’d fuck her cunt later, but first, her asshole would be mine. I squirted some lube onto it, the cold sticky liquid making her jump, and then I rubbed it in with a couple of fingers, firstly rubbing her pucker and then pushing the fingers in through her pucker. Another couple of squirts and she was ready, so I removed my fingers and replaced it with the dildo’s glans, rubbing it against her pucker as you would a real cock.

Her asshole was very welcoming and soon opened up and sucked in the glans. And then, gently but firmly and in one consistent movement, I pushed the dildo all the way in, until the balls mashed into her ass cheeks. She reared up a little, but pushed back as she would need to when I slammed it over and over.

As we paused in the moonlight, her asshole well filled, her tits swinging, she whispered, begged, pleaded to have her ass well fucked. I grabbed onto her hips, tightly using them for leverage, and then I started moving. I went from fully in to glans only in with every stroke, slamming the balls into her ass cheeks every time, the rhythm such that she was still trying to return her body to position when the next slam occurred.

I was cumming hard. Whenever I use a strap-on with my harness, I part my lips to allow my clit to rub on the dildo, and the action makes my clit rub continuously and it forces me to cum continuously for a bit anyway. But I’ve learned to both enjoy those long orgasms and continue fucking the poor recipients asshole. I really don’t think Carla knew, but I’ve cum like this enough to know to carry on as if I wasn’t.

Carla however wasn’t cumming yet but was getting noisier, so I hissed that she needed to shut the fuck up and take this vicious pounding like the sodomy slut that she is, yet be as quiet as a mouse. She tried to hold the sound back, but it was such a struggle, and that struggle, that focus on noise meant she lost focus on her orgasm, lost control of her orgasm and she came, almost instantly. As I continued the full length slams, she tried to regain control, and with it the noise increased again, so I spanked her ass cheek as best I could without losing rhythm and forcefully hissed “Quiet!” and in her confusion, she came again.

I’d stopped cumming by this point, and thus I could focus better on the rhythm, on the slams. As she started to get louder again, I let go of her hips and lent forwards a little. This reduced the length of the strokes, but allowed me to roughly grab one of her tits in each hand and maul them, squeezing, pulling, twisting. I felt how hard her nipples were, and when she was near cumming again, I let go of her tits, grabbed a nipple with each hand and twisted hard. She cried out, not in pain, but in the strength of the orgasm and the overwhelming nature of the bliss that washed over her.

I wanted to retain enough strength to strap-on fuck her cunt later, so I stopped there, us collapsing in a heap on the furniture, the dildo still buried balls deep in her asshole, my hand having a firm grip on her tits.

I felt the gentle throb is muscle ache in my tits, and that made me happy. My tits had been swinging well, and I love that.

I kissed her neck, telling her what a good little sodomy slut she was, and she giggled, like that schoolgirl again. This took me back to that pub and made me think of Rose, her poor asshole being fucked by my husband’s cock, enormous because he had the video of my fucking machine fuck still fresh in his memory.

I was broken from my daydream by a noise behind me. We both looked round to see a hedgehog snuffling round in the gloom. We rotated, with Carla’s ass still impaled on the dildo, and we sat, my hands regrabbing her tits, watching the hedgehog go about its business, the calmness in stark contrast with the frenzy of five minutes ago.

Once the hedgehog had gone, I began manhandling her tits again, squeezing and pulling at them, all the time, the dildo still being completely impaled in her ass. I whispered in her ear that my poor sodomy slut needed some anal cowgirl, and without acknowledging what I said, she set about rearranging us to allow to move as she needed to.

I can totally see why my husband loves cowgirl, as her tits bouncing up and down as her ass rode my strap-on dildo was mesmerising. I pawed at her tits a bit more, but was mostly absorbed by the rhythmic bouncing of her magnificent tits.

I held a finger out, so that with every bounce of her body, the tip of my finger brushed her uncovered clit. She wasn’t far from cumming again, my mouth reminding her that she wasn’t deserving of another orgasm. She was. She begged. She pleaded. She came.

Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part One)

18 October 2025 / / 0 Comments

I slept for the next eight hours. Carla had well and truly broken me. I was orgasmed out, exhausted from riding the fucking machine, and emotionally drained from finally getting intimate with Carla, from finally getting to fuck that big-titted siren that I so craved. And I had to do more of it again tonight. I’d promised. And this girl keeps her promises.

Whilst I was resting, my husband did watch my machine fuck, and then he came up to bed and fucked my asshole. He. Was. Huge. My asshole was very slightly sore from the machine, but lube soothed it enough to take that monster. I think he was proud of me, proud of my riding the machine. I was proud of myself, and gratefully accepted his sodomitical reward.

And then, just before I got ready to go out, he fucked my asshole again. Slower this time and for much longer. But very loving. Almost dreamy. And just as huge. And the last time he came, he came with his glans just inside my pucker, leaving Carla a present to taste later.

And then in a flash, I was back in the pub, skirt too short again with suspenders on display, this time paired with a blouse that was taut and gaping across my tits. Carla couldn’t take her eyes off me. Anna was regaling in just how big my husband’s cock was as he fucked her the previous night, whilst Carla was fucking me. He was rampant apparently, Anna benefitting from what Carla told him she planned. And she told me privately that he did really kiss her, and she did really feel loved. I was glad. Because despite the brutality of the fucking machine and the viciousness of her masturbation of me, I did feel loads of love from Carla.

And as my husband left with Rose (his fuck for that night), he kissed Carla, properly with tongues, and whispered something in her ear. She giggled like a flirty schoolgirl, but otherwise didn’t reply. He kissed Anna well too, and I could see the passion in her eyes as their tongues entwined.

He ended up with Rose that night because apparently, Rose was ovulating and so needed someone rampant. Anna emphasised that he was rampant all last night and he’d seen my fucking machine video since, so poor Rose didn’t stand a chance. In fact, she dragged him away before the pub closed, unable to wait for that first fuck of the night.

After everyone else left and the doors were locked, with just me, Carla and the same assistant barman inside. Once again, I opened my legs to show Carla my cunt, recovered, quivering, needy. After a few minutes of gentle breeze blowing over my moist lips, the assistant barman, who hadn’t been able to take his eyes of it, knelt between my legs and put his mouth to my cunt.

Carla reassured me that it was OK, as they had both been tested (and my husband had the results), and as the assistant barman’s tongue got embedded in my cunt, a pantyless Carla clambered onto the sofa, the act of opening her legs a little making her short skirt ride up making her cunt visible. She then lowered her cunt to my face, whilst looking deep into my eyes. It was hard to focus on licking her out, whilst someone was licking me out, which I think Carla realised, as she began riding my tongue more and more, until in the end, my tongue was static and vertical and she did all the work.

I felt the tongue leave my moist cunt, the gentle breeze again taking over, as I felt his hands unbutton my blouse and pull my bra up off my tits. Once my tits were free, I felt the unmistakable feeling of a nice big glans rubbing up and down my cunt. Controlled by his left hand, his cock burrowed ever so slowly between my cunt lips, his right hand grabbing and squeezing and pulling at my newly freed tits.

Carla’s riding of my tongue was increasing in tempo, as the barman started to move his cock in and out. I just lay there, looking up at the gorgeous woman riding my tongue, with a cock ploughing with increasing speed into my cunt. It was the first cock my cunt had had all day, and I was enjoying it. Given how the cock was growing, I guess the barman was too.

Carla’s cunt was becoming more fragrant as she got closer to cumming, and as the barman increased in speed, Carla stopped moving and started squirting her thick juices, my tongue springing into action to work every drop from her cunt and to clear away what I could reach.

All too soon, Carla climbed off my face, rotated 180 degrees and opened her ass cheeks, so I could see her flexing ass pucker hovering by my face. I felt the barman’s hands burrow under my back, and without missing a stroke, he unhooked my bra and pulled it off me. As I settled down with my tits now totally unencumbered, Carla lowered her cunt back to my face. She let go of her cheeks, my nose nuzzled in the lower reaches of her ass crack. I put my tongue out again and started licking at her stickiness, and soon she was riding my tongue again.

I saw the barman’s hands reach behind Carla’s body and remove her bra too, and as my tongue dived into her cunt, I imagined those wonderful fleshy 30H tits swinging in the barman’s full view. My daydream was broken by an ever hardening cock and the sound of Carla and the barman kissing, sloppy, tonguey, noisy kissing.

That went on for a while, and then I felt him grabbing roughly at my tits with one hand, and it looked like he was grabbing at hers with the other. I could feel myself starting to build to orgasm now, and Carla certainly was. She came first, another mass of her sticky fluid hitting my face.

This time, she clambered off, leaning back with legs spread wide giving him a great view, and allowing me, finally, to see him fucking me, and to allow him to see my face glistening with Carla’s juices. He grabbed one of my tits in each hand and drove in harder, twisting my tits over and over as he slammed into my cunt. After a while of doing that, he let go of my tits and grabbed onto my hips instead. He was near, as was I, and I used my cunt muscles to clamp down on his cock, him using my hips to keep his drive strong.

Now Carla wasn’t directly involved, she got mouthy again, telling him how all a dirty little cumbucket like me deserved was a big load of cum. That did it for me, and I started cumming, clamping down on his cock as he accelerated one last time. I was in the last throws of my own orgasm when he started to cum, his cock pulsing over and over as it spewed a good load of cum into my cunt. Yet more cum for Carla to taste later.

He pulled out, put his sticky cock back in his trousers, and he told us to fuck off and leave the final bit of clear-up to him. He picked up our bras and told us we could have them back some days later, after he had time to enjoy them. Seemed fair. Annoying though, as I was planning on wearing it the following day, but fair.

I pulled my blouse back across my unleashed tits and buttoned it up. My hair was a mess and my face was covered in glistening girl cum, but that’s how I was going to walk to Carla’s. As Carla straightened her clothes, she became professional before we left, finalising instructions for the recently fucked barman. And as we walked up the road, professionalism went out of the window and sluttiness was back, Carla telling me how my body was now a smorgasbord of tastes for her to enjoy, two lots of cum to cream pie and her own sticky mess on my face. And she loved the way I just walked up the street, my sluttiness visible for all to see, proud of the state of my face, proud of the choice of cum in my holes.

But as it was 1am, there was nobody there to see, which is a good job, as halfway back, we stopped under a streetlight and started snogging, with Carla pulling my very short skirt up revealing my ass to the world, grabbing a cheek in each hand as we snogged, just like she had that first day (only yesterday!). She even pulled my cheeks apart to show the non-existent audience my ass pucker. As I felt the wind blow across my pucker, I had the overwhelming desire to fuck her outside. With my strap-on. I felt my body could do it that day, a rare feeling indeed, so I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip from my fingers.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Four)

4 September 2025 / / 2 Comments

Carla and I extracted ourselves from the body harnesses we wore overnight, providing instant relief to our nipples and cunt flaps, which each had to endure tight sawtoothed clips for hours. My nipples in particular were sore, but we each sucked on each of the other’s nipples, which provided relief from the soreness and discomfort. Our cunt flaps, well, they just had to get on with it.

As Carla was opening cupboards and getting the next piece of orgasm gear out, I texted my husband and told him to kiss Anna, properly, long, to show her how much he loved her. Because I knew I loved Carla as I know he loves Anna. It’s special, and I wanted Anna to know.

I looked up, and Carla saw my eyes widen at what she had got out. It was a fucking machine, not a consumer one, but a serious, custom, hard wearing one. She described it as brutal, unforgiving and costing a small fortune, and she told me to get on it. I didn’t hesitate.

She had set it up with two dildos mounted vertically, the one for the cunt a finger and thumb type, the one for the asshole thicker and with balls. She lubed them up and I knelt with legs either side of the base, leaning on some large cuffs and lowered myself onto the cocks, her moving them to get them into the right place to penetrate me, me lowering my body until they were fully inside me.

Those cuffs are actually thigh to calf restraints, so once I was fully impaled, she fitted them to my legs (meaning my legs were folded at my knees and I was unable to unbend them at all) and adjusted them to make sure they were tight. Next, she locked the restraints to the base of the fucking machine, and pulled at them to make sure I wasn’t able to move. I was impaled and there was nothing I could do about it. Next, she pulled my arms behind my body, put my wrists in more cuffs, and locked them to the back of the machine. This had the effect of bending my body back a little and pushing my naked tits forwards and upwards.

Then, she pulled out some clover nipple clamps and a clover clit clamp, all linked by chains. She put them on me, adjusting them all to be comfortable (confirming with me that they were), before making them a couple of turns tighter each. Bitch!

Finally, she produced a drool gag, or specifically my drool gag. I recognised it. She presumably got it from my husband, so all the time he was fucking Anna, did he know what Carla had in store for me? Was his cock ridiculously hard because of it? (I’m guessing yes and yes!)

She applied the gag, adjusted it to be comfortable, then did another turn on each of the three clover clamps.

She said I was ready, leant in and kissed the end of my nose, then turned the machine on. It was quite gentle at first, but a heady mix of vibration and pumping in and out with the finger and thumb dildo, whilst being locked into place with the restraints and dildo in my ass, meant that as it accelerated, I had nowhere to go, I had to take all the pumping, all the machine fucking.

I couldn’t say anything. All I could do is moan, and moan I did, louder as it sped up. She stroked my hair as the machine accelerated, driving me to orgasm without any finesse. It was that heady mix of love and brutality. And as I came, it didn’t stop. I looked at Carla, half-begging for some compassion (whilst secretly hoping there would be none), and I realised she had put the remote control for the machine on the coffee table in front of me, in view, but out of reach of both of us.

She knelt next to me, tightened the clover clamps again, and then held my head against her tits as the machine carried on fucking me. It was utterly relentless.

I like relentless, in a fucking context.

I came again, and again, lost in the heavy mindset of helplessness, that subspace of endurance, her tender stroking of my hair in stark contrast with the unstopping viciousness of the machine fuck. A head fuck indeed.

I lost track of time, lost track of how much I’d cum. Each orgasm meant tightening of the clover clamps, from discomfort to searing pain, dulled only by the orgasms and cuntal pounding. I was sobbing, crying, moaning, in a heady mix of pleasure and pain.

And then it stopped. She took off the ball gag, the cuffs and restraints (leaving the clover clamps in place) and helped me up off the machine. My legs were weak, and she almost had to carry me to the chair overlooking the machine.

She then got another set of three clover clamps out, applied them to her own nipples and clit, tightening them until she was clearly in pain, until her own nipples and clit were clearly deformed by the clamps, and then she climbed onto the machine, only having to lube the anal dildo, as the finger and thumb one was so slick from my cunt. She did up the thigh to ankle restraints and secured them to the machine, then said next time I’d get a chance to do to her what she did to me.

But for now, she said this was real Cowgirl, producing a ten gallon hat, putting it on, then starting the machine. Even though she had no movement at all, like I had, she seemed to be riding it like a horse, the first orgasm taking a while, but then them coming thick and fast, with clover clamp adjustments after they happened, all under my watchful gaze.

I have no idea if it fucked her or me longer, but eventually, she stopped and released her legs.

And then, without cleaning us up, she put my dress on me, one on herself, bundled me in her car and took me home. She’d broken me.

Once home, my husband helped me to get to the sofa, where I slumped, messy cunt on full view. She lounged in the chair opposite, legs spread wide, and my husband knelt down in front of her. I had forgotten she had offered him our messy cunts to clean up, and the machine had left us both in a hell of a state. Slowly and with precision, he licked Carla’s cunt clean first, stopping every so often to share a cunt flavoured kiss with either her or me. Once hers was clear, he started on mine, not stopping until it was clear of stickiness.

They kissed, snogged really, then she lent over me and kissed me, properly, lovingly, a long tongue jousting kiss that went on forever.

She apologised for breaking me, but I told her it was an easy price to pay for that night, and I’d be there tonight, no matter what.

As Carla got up to leave, she gave my husband a memory card. I queried what it was, and she said it’s my machine fuck, for him to enjoy and wank over. My hell and ecstasy laid out for him to see, to get him hard, to get him worked up. I just knew before we got back to the pub tonight that he’d watch it, and that his cock would be ridiculously hard because of it, and he’d fill my cunt or asshole with it before I go back to Carla. I’d like that. But in the meantime, I needed to rest. It was a hell of a twelve hours.

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 /

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.

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