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The Waifs and Strays Club (Part One)

I was lying awake. It was Christmas morning and still dark. Someone’s hand was holding my right tit. No idea whose. Could be any number of people. But it was dark, and that firm grip felt good. I was ready for my early morning sodomy session, but I had no idea where in amongst all these bodies my husband was.

My asshole was still a bit sore from last night. I had quite a long session on Carla’s fucking machine. Like the first time she used it on me, it was set up vertically, with two dildos, one in my cunt and one in my ass, and I was held down on it whilst it fucked me, supported, but fully impaled on the dildos, with my hands tied behind my back, emphasising my tits for groping and pawing, my hair being stroked whilst the relentless machine made me cum and cum, sapped all my willpower and then sapped all my strength. I had to be helped off it and collapsed in a chair, in Carla’s arms, with her, even after all that, an ordeal is a good word for it, even after that ordeal, she was still gently finger fucking me. I was broken, so there I stayed, letting her finger my now delicate cunt, whilst the fucking machine’s next victim received the same treatment as I did when I was riding it.

That next victim was Sara, our spit-roast loving friend from down south. Her husband was in Australia for Christmas working, but we streamed her machine fuck live to him so he could enjoy it from afar. She, like everyone else here (apart from me and my husband), would otherwise have been alone for Christmas. I had hoped he would be close to Kiara for Christmas, but he was the other side of the country. So Sara was being strapped onto the fucking machine by the barman from our local (who was single and had no chance to visit family this Christmas). This man who Sara hadn’t met until mid afternoon Christmas Eve, was tightening the restraints round her legs, keeping her impaled on the fucking machine, binding her wrists together behind her back, which had the effect of pushing her marvellous 30GG tits forwards, and grabbing a few handfuls of those amazing tits as he did it. She loved it. From afar, her husband loved it too.

Everyone in the room was a waif or stray. Indeed, my husband and I have no family we want to spend Christmas with, so we were too really.

Anna was here, her husband was off spending Christmas with his mother – Anna had no idea why. I still think there is something not quite right about their relationship.

Paula was here. Her daughter was off staying with friends. And getting herself fucked. Like mother like daughter. Apparently, there would be nine men and three women where she was, and the women were going to be human pass the parcels. When the music stops, a man takes an item of clothing off the parcel, and the man that removes the last piece of clothing gets to fuck her, in front of everyone. All three women were going to be parcels over and over, would be getting dressed and then stripped over and over. Paula was slightly jealous, but she would be destroyed by the fucking machine too at some point, and she’d been fucked already both by a man and some women, so she will get her share of fucking over these few days.

In a blast from the past, Nikki was there. The last time Nikki was mentioned on this blog, she was with a vanilla guy, and so she withdrew from our fucking scene. Well, he turned out to not be so vanilla. It turned out he was fucking anyone and everyone at work. I know I do that, but we have consent. Nikki didn’t know, and thus threw him out. So Nikki was here, to get some well-needed cock and to get back on that sex with an audience horse. She missed it. I knew she would, but she loved him, well, she loved the him she thought she knew, she loved a mirage.

And there’s nothing quite like being made to cum within ten minutes of arriving by the hand of a slut you’ve never met with a crowd around you, egging you on. She loved it. Welcome back Nikki.

Also from the past was Laura’s ex-husband. He was one of those at my gang-bang and he’s another one on his own this year, and he was a well needed extra cock, as there wasn’t enough cock in the waifs and strays club. He had seen Nikki’s previous husband fuck her loads of times in our early sex parties, and now he had his chance to enjoy fucking Nikki. It was pleasantly reassuring for her. And he remembered how to really make her cum.

I knew my husband was going to enjoy finally getting to fuck Nikki, but his first fuck of Christmas Eve was Ella, the final waif here. She is 19 year old, born and raised in the village, a busy hard working student who wants a good grade, loves sex, but not all that relationship or even pulling nonsense. She offered to waitress for us when Carla mentioned the event, and obviously was there to be fucked. I had enough warning to make her a tiny slutty waitress outfit, tiny skirt, apron, and one of my tops with a big hole for her enormous 30HH tits to hang out of. She loved it.

So when we all arrived, we were all clothed (barely, but just about covered up in some cases), apart from Ella, who was here first and already in her waitress outfit with her tits out. And once everyone had arrived, Carla called upon my husband to open proceedings and to explain about the waifs and strays club. Not to put too fine a point on it, we’re all here to not be lonely over Christmas, and we’re all here to fuck.

He welcomed everyone, introduced everyone and laid out the rules. This wasn’t quite free-use, but wasn’t far off. Anyone could do anything to anyone without asking. If you wanted it to stop, you just said our party safeword. No amount of stops and nos will stop anything, only the safeword. The only other rule was that no one cleaned up their bodies. If a woman had cum dripping out of her cunt, unless someone licked it with their tongue, it stayed there. Messy cunt, and cummy tits and assholes were to be admired and rewarded, not cleaned up. He got everyone to say the safeword to prove they knew it, and as acceptance of the rules and consent to the fucking.

Then he went over to Ella, took the tray of canapes off her and gave them to Carla, before pushing gently down on Ella’s head with one hand and undoing his trousers with the other. She got the idea, dropped to her knees, dropped his trousers to the floor and took his already hardening cock, pulled back the foreskin and took his cock into her mouth. Her blow job was quite sloppy, her tongue working the glans and her teeth occasionally running along his cock as she bobbed in and out. When he was hard enough, he withdrew from her mouth, pulled her up off her knees and bent her over the arm of the sofa. Whilst masturbating his cock with one hand, he started fingering her cunt with the other. Her body gave away how much she was enjoying it, as she was riding his fingers.

Once he felt she was ready to be impaled, he leant in, parted her cunt lips with his fingers, spat into her cunt a couple of times, then rubbed his spittle in using his glans before firmly pushing his cock all the way in, making her gasp as he filled her tight cunt. Once he had pushed all the way in, he leant forwards and lifted her head off the sofa, locking her arms straight and with her hands wide, he was positioning her to allow her tits to swing wildly. Once she was in the correct position, he stroked her hair and said “Perfect” and with all eyes on her, he put his hands onto her hips to ensure she was held in place, to ensure she’d feel every millimetre of his drive. He started slowly, building up to full speed full power slams over about fifteen seconds. He was pulling her onto his cock with the hands on her hips and with his powerful drive, there was no escape for her, and with her tits snapping backwards and forwards quite viciously, she knew her tits would feel that fuck for some time after it was over.

He had her orgasm building, but very slowly. She realised it was deliberate, she realised he was fucking her for as long as he wanted, she realised he’d be able to move her slightly and make her cum within seconds, but he didn’t want to yet. She realised why her uni friend fucked older more sexually experienced men, and she realised she should probably do the same. She settled in to a cock slamming tit snapping rhythm for ages and ages, feeling her orgasm coming, feeling his cock growing, and then feeling that tiny change of position that made her orgasm accelerate. In no time at all, she started to cum, clamping down on his enormous cock which finished that off too, and she felt his cum spray several times into her spasming cunt. She was on such a high, only enhanced by the sounds of approval for their orgasms and the ripple of applause.

He pulled her up off the sofa and groped at her tits with his arms under hers, as Carla handed her the canapes back. She winked at her and said “First of many” as she herself had a quick grope of Ella’s tits. She then turned round and told the women to get their tits out announcing that if anyone tried to cover up their tits at all, they’d have their hands bound behind their backs whilst their tits were mercilessly punished. My husband saw the look in my eye, he realised I might do it deliberately just to find out what she’d do, just to get my tits punished.

As soon as my tits were out, I felt someone grab at them. It was Sara who had my nipples in her mouth, my tits guided with one hand whilst she put her other hand up my skirt and started finger fucking me. Everyone was looking at me, apart from Laura’s ex, who was groping, pawing, squashing and tweaking Nikki’s tits and nipples. I knew where the next fuck was going to be.

The Look In Her Eyes (Part Three)

Lisa held my cunt lips open, making my cunt and clit feel a cool breeze. She had three fingers going into my cunt, full length strokes rubbing the underside of my clit, and she was speeding up very gradually.

My hips were moving, showing her I was heading towards cumming. Keen to make me cum, she moved her thumb, so that each time her three fingers drove into my cunt, her thumb rubbed and squashed my clit. My moaning went up a notch, my orgasm built quickly, and Lisa was focussed, but smug.

And very soon, my orgasm washed over me. She stopped with her fingers, then did group of three drives in and out (and three clit rubs). The effect was to milk my orgasm, extend me cumming, make me shake under her control. And then just as my orgasm subsided, she began with three fingers and her thumb attacking my clit again. She didn’t give me even a moment’s rest, after dragging my orgasm out of me and extending it for as long as she could.

I both desperately wanted her to stop (because everything was so sensitive) and yet I really didn’t want it to stop, as I didn’t want her to have any excuse not to do this again. I gritted my teeth, with a determination she could see. Her finger fucking was getting quicker now, my whole cunt was screaming stop, and yet I overrode it, and magically, it suddenly stopped feeling sensitive and started feeling wonderful again. The speed with which she was finger fucking me could only be described as frantic, and yet it was building slowly. My cunt was making the bitch work for it.

But eventually, the speed built up there and suddenly, and almost a shock to me, I came, very very hard. She did the three shudders move again, extending my orgasm, but this time, once I’d finished cumming, she stopped.

I was totally exhausted and snuggled into her, her putting the fingers she worked my cunt with to my mouth, feeding me my own juices.

And then, as we went to sleep in each other’s arms, we each put a hand to the other’s cunt, a couple of fingers inserted in each one, not moving, but connecting.

We only slept for an hour. It was afternoon after all. When we awoke, our fingers were still inserted in each other’s cunt. Looking into each other’s eyes, we both had the same idea and started gently masturbating each other. Then we talked. She was still here for a few months. She wanted to cram in as much fucking as possible, create as many memories as possible. I added make each other cum as much as possible, as hard as possible. We both agreed.

And with that, she accelerated the speed of her fingers working my cunt. She wasn’t even touching my clit and I felt those feelings start to build in my cunt. I have to admit I stopped working hers. I was too overwhelmed by what she was doing to my cunt to be able keep a rhythm on hers. Her cunt’s time would come, it would cum.

Her finger fucking got me to the point where I felt I would need to start fighting the orgasm, and then she abruptly stopped, moved her cunt away from my stationary hand repositioned herself so that her mouth was over my cunt. She leant in, parted my cunt lips with a couple of fingers and gently kissed my clit. Remarking that she hoped my cunt tasted as good as it smells, she dived in, systematically working every millimetre of the outer flaps, my clit, and as far as she could reach inside with her tongue. She was meticulous, deliberate, focussed, and she kept me on heat, kept me close to orgasm but not stepping even an inch closer, almost edging me with her tongue. She said my cunt was delicious, but her edging of it was even more delicious. Clearly, she was in no hurry to make me cum, and what she was doing felt amazing, so neither was I.

I think her tongue was tiring, so she adjusted her position (all whilst maintaining its contact with my cunt) to one that allowed her to get a couple of fingers deep inside my cunt, whilst her tongue focussed exclusively on my clit, encircling it, swirling it, squashing it. It was a hard, fast finger fuck, which combined with her attack on my sensitive clit, got me cumming in only a few minutes. My body, shook, clenched and folded as I came, her fingers once again doing the three shudders move to pull every last second of orgasm out of me. She did it again, making me cum to her demand.

It was her turn next, but I needed some cuddle time to recover. I lay in her arms, head nuzzling a 36H tit, fingers gently stroking her cunt folds. It sounded like she was purring, so I carried that on for quite a while.

When I was ready to fuck her again, I lifted my head and rolled her over. I pulled apart her ass cheeks and started licking up and down her ass crack, focussing on her ass pucker each time I passed over, pushing against it with my tongue each and every time. She was making pleasurable moans on every ass pucker lick. Keen to taste her cunt juices, I licked down past her ass crack and over her perineum to the very lower edge of her cunt, then back up to her asshole. Each time I got close to her cunt, her body moved to try to get me to touch it, so I focussed on the perineum to asshole licks for a short while, tantalising her, teasing her, building her anticipation to that tongue touching her cunt.

When I thought she had been teased enough, I let go of her ass cheeks, put a pillow next to her ass and then rolled her over, spreading her legs wide as I did so. I knelt back down between her legs and my tongue touched that same spot at the very bottom of her cunt, and trailed back down to her ass cheeks, burrowing a little between them, and then back to her cunt. I repeated that a few times, with her body still trying to make my tongue contact her cunt.

And then one time, without warning, my tongue carried on to her cunt, and all the way up her folds to her clit. She was cooing now, as I went all the way back to her ass cheeks a couple of times before settling on her cunt, up and down her lips, just flicking over her clit as my tongue changed direction, working between and round her folds, dipping into her cunt sometimes, then focussing on her clit at others. I held on to her hips to stop her wriggling, to stop her escaping the focus of my tongue on her cunt, her muskiness increasing as she got more aroused, the taste only making me lick harder, and the harder I licked, the longer and louder her moans got. I knew she was close, but didn’t want to rush, just keeping that laser like focus on her cunt and clit, switching between the two as her hips tried harder to move against my hands holding her down.

And then she came. I flicked round her clit in shudders, milking her orgasm, my face covered in her girl cum. And when she stopped, I moved my face to hers and she licked her cum off it. The poor girl was exhausted. I did that, and was all of a sudden looking forward to the next few months.

The Look In Her Eyes (Part Two)

I was longing to get access to Lisa’s cunt, having realised I had something for her years ago but didn’t do anything about it at the time. But now, for the first time, we had kissed and she had sucked my nipples, and in returning the favour, I had remembered she said that she orgasmed harder having her nipples twisted and pulled. So, I did that, and her body responded. But I needed her cunt and whispered to her so get me access to it.

Her arms went down to her tiny denim shorts and began scrabbling with the button, with all the precision of a panicking slut on heat. I heard the zip get pulled down and then her hands moved away from her crotch.

Sitting slightly to her right, I put my right hand to her belly and then slid it down her skin to the open waistband and burrowed my fingers inside her panties. I felt my middle finger touch her clit, which made her jump a little. I pulled my hand back and then put my other hand round her body onto the top of her ass, to hold her in position as I touched her clit again. Her body tried to jump but got nowhere.

I started rubbing her cunt from above, my three fingers running all down the length of her cunt lips, the middle one just slightly penetrating her on the way up and down; barely anything, but I could feel her moistness. I was rhythmic, slow, deliberate, and I had her hips moving a little in time with my fingers. Her breathing was short and sometimes it caught in her throat.

Her body was no longer trying to escape my fingers, so my hand on her ass stared groping and pawing at her covered ass, all the time keeping perfect rhythm with my fingers. Then, without stopping either hand movement, I leant in to get a nipple. It was just out of reach, but realising what I wanted, Lisa picked up her tit and held it for my mouth. I touched her nipple again with my tongue, her nipple was rock solid, much to my joy. I imagined it was her clit, and swirled my tongue round it and over it, just like I used to with Melissa.

With three points of contact, I kept this up for a while, until I could feel Lisa start to tense up a little. I lightly chewed on her nipple, until she just released it from her hand, ripping it away from my mouth. She put her hands to the sofa either side of her to brace herself, and so I moved my hand from her ass to her clit, pulling, rubbing and eventually twisting it as she really tensed up. Her noise intensified as her back started to arch, and she made those panty moans and bent forward as she started to cum.

I took both hands away from her cunt, put one to each nipple and repeated the brutal twisting thing, which made her cry out and double over harder. After only a few seconds, I put my hand back down her shorts, into her panties to her cunt and started finger fucking her, three or four fucks and then pausing, as she juddered from her orgasm.

And when she stopped juddering, I put my arms round her, pulled her to my body and just cuddled her as she recovered. I was pleased with how that orgasm went. She now knows I can make a girl cum.

We were cuddling there for ages, but eventually, the embrace broken and she just looked at me, her eyes full of wonder, her mouth simply saying “Wow” before starting to kiss me again, a tit-clashing tonguey kiss that went on for ages, the second part of which was accompanied by her hand working its way under my skirt and just rubbing my cunt lips and clit through my panties, slow, deliberate, perfection for the moment.

I think she sensed I wasn’t in any rush. She could feel from the dampness that was permeating my panties that I was enjoying this, that I was excited by this. When she felt that my panties were acceptably wet, she whispered that she needed to see my damp panties, putting her other hand to the zip at the back of my skirt and pulling it down. Not wanting to break contact with her fingers on my cunt, I lifted my hip enough and tugged at my skirt to release it from my ass.

But she did break contact with her fingers to pull my skirt completely down depositing it in a heap on the floor. She then sat admiring the way my panties were sculpted to the shape on my cunt. She said it looked so fucking sexy. She didn’t leave my cunt too long without finger attention though, rubbing it in patterns, with only every fifth rub going over my panty covered clit.

My cunt was so slick, my panties literally stuck to me by my own juices. She leant in and kissed my panty-covered clit, which was getting bigger and harder all the time. As she moved her head away again, she closed her eyes and inhaled the pungent fragrance of my cunt.

Commenting that it smelt divine, she put a hand to each side of my panties and pulled them free, the back coming easily away from my ass, the front needing to be peeled off my cunt. With one hand, she recommenced the finger rubbing of my sticky cunt, with the other, she held my panties to her nose to smell, and then later to her mouth, where she licked my sticky juices off the inside of my panties. I almost came from the rubbing and how much she was enjoying my juices, but she slowed down her finger rubbing, easing me back off the orgasm, with a look that said “Not yet”.

She leant in to kiss me again, her mouth tasting of my cunt, her fingers still rhythmically ploughing their furrow. When she backed off from the kiss, my lips moved to follow, but she stopped me moving, and instead lowered her head to my tits, taking my right nipple in her mouth and working it with her tongue, sucking, rolling her tongue round it, occasionally clamping down with her teeth. That tit work was going straight to my clit, which was already throbbing and was getting worse with each squeeze of her teeth.

And once she’d given my nipples a good work over, she adjusted her position slightly, both hands to my cunt and changed what she was doing. The hand that had been working my tits simply parted my cunt lips, making my pink juicy hole and clit visible, making them feel cold from the gentle breeze in the room. The hand that had been working my lips was then used to penetrate me, first with two fingers, and then with three. Long slow deliberate strokes, rubbing the underside of my clit every time, and those slow strokes speeding up very gradually. She was having an effect, my hips were rocking, she had me near cumming. She was enjoying this.

Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part Three)

Carla was cumming hard, a vigorous anal cowgirl fuck, together with my finger brushing her clit with every stroke, made her cum again. Carla had cum a lot this night, and in my evil genius brain, she was to cum more. I’d cum more than her last night, so it was my chance to repay her.

Once she had finished cumming, she slumped in my arms, the dildo popping out of her ass and resting in her ass crack. She was really out of breath and needed to recover. She’d need all her remaining energy for what I had planned.

Still wearing the strap-on, I set up the fucking machine, this time to work horizontally. I had the same two dildos, arranged so she would be on her hands and knees in a doggy type position and fucked by the machine in both cunt and ass. To keep her in position, I put myself by her face and filled her mouth with the dildo, fresh from her own asshole. Turning the machine on, her body was doing small swings, enough to snap her tits backwards and forwards, enough to be face fucked by the strap-on, enough to be fucked by the moving finger and thumb dildo in her cunt and the static one in her asshole (although it did feel like it was moving as her body was moving and it wasn’t).

And there she stayed, being fucked three ways, with me slowly increasing the speed of the fucking machine. As she did to me, I stroked her hair, as if to comfort her and distract from the ever present pounding, and I really upped my filth talking game, telling her what a filthy slut she was to have a dirty dildo in her mouth, and dildos in her cunt and ass that hadn’t been cleaned from being in my cunt and ass, telling her that was properly dirty and how only a really nasty dirty girl would do such a thing. It was those words that seemed to start her cumming again, and I used the remote control to up the pace a little. She must have been tiring by now, her tits must have been getting painful from all the swinging by now, her asshole must be getting sore from all the penetration by now, and yet she kept going, like a good slut would. God I loved her.

As she tipped over to another orgasm, I increased the speed again, and found myself thinking about Rose. She was ovulating, horny as fuck and needed a rampant cock, and I just knew my husband would deliver, just as I was delivering on my promise to be brutal to Carla, particularly her asshole and those poor swinging tits.

And every time I spoke filth and verbally denied her an orgasm, she came almost instantly, such was her frenzy, such was the power of my voice. I lost track of how many times the poor girl came, but it was a lot. Eventually, I took pity on her and turned the machine off, removing the dildo from her mouth and pulling her off the machine’s dildos, and slumping with her on the nearby sofa, cuddling her, making her feel loved as well as fucked.

When she recovered a little, she leant in to kiss me, a slightly ass tasting kiss borne of love.

We didn’t make it up to bed that night, we rested slumped on the sofa in each other’s arms. I was exhausted and so was Carla. The second night of our harness would have to wait.

Carla awoke to my fingers at her cunt again, rubbing her clit, penetrating knuckle deep, starting her towards another orgasm. In her dazed still slightly asleep state, she protested. But I told her to take it like a girl and that she’d end up cumming as much as I wanted her to, not as much as she wanted to. Realising her plight, and how she was, at that moment, totally at my mercy, she simply confirmed OK, and tipped her head back, her lips just opening slightly as my wanking her started to have an effect. It didn’t take her long to cum again, her not really putting up any resistance. After cumming a second time, I slowed my fingers down and whispered what I wanted her to do.

She moved away from my fingers, arranging my cunt lips and hers and lowered her cunt to touch mine, our cunt lips touching, our clits touching, and then she started moving her body, our cunts rubbing, our clits nudging, our flaps twisting. Those little movements, cunt contact filled with love, began building up orgasms in both of us. As I was near, I almost threatened her that she wouldn’t want to see the consequences of stopping before either of us came. She laughed, and sped up. She had stamina, that girl. Made up for my lack of stamina really.

Cunt manipulating cunt brought orgasms alternately for us. We could both feel the stickiness around our cunts from our combined juices, and that just spurred us on more, with more and more sticky cunt juices sprayed over our cunt rubbing partner. On and on she went, until, eventually, we had no more girl cum to give, and we cuddled until it was time to return me to my husband, who promptly licked both our cunts clean again as he did the day before.

Just as Carla was about to leave, the assistant barman arrived with my bra, big piles of male cum in each cup, and he insisted I put it on, the cum oozing all round my nipples and the fleshiest parts of my tits. I had to wear it all day. He’d be checking. My husband suggested I needed a little exercise, as cum warmed by exercise became particularly fragrant and even more sticky than usual. The barman approved of the plan, and he was going to make Carla do the same tomorrow, and then spend the night serving in the pub with hers on. An evil plan, and one my husband suggested would bring about a visit to the pub again.

Carla suggested he was trying to get his bonus for increased sales by slutting the barmaid out, but he countered suggesting that she didn’t need his help to slut herself out. Even she conceded that was true, and they both had a grope of my bra and cum covered tits before she and the barman left.

My husband turned the heating up to make me sweat, to get my tits hot and therefore heating up the cum. I have to admit the way the bra stuck to my tits with a load of sticky man cum was very sexy, and he fucked me a number of times, each time on my back with his hands squeezing at my caged tits, making the cum ooze round them. I didn’t think I’d be able to cum much after the day before, but the sexiness of the situation made it feel easy.

I thought with all the free-use. I’d reached peak cumming, peak orgasm, but Carla and the barman showed I had even more cumming in me. My body is crap at some things, but it’s fucking brilliant at cumming. The more I orgasm, the more I need to orgasm, and with Carla and the barman, I have two more people who will happily make me cum.

Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part Two)

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.

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