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We’re Not Done With Panties Just Yet

16 November 2025 / / 1 Comment

As you all know by now, I don’t wear panties any more, and when we made the decision to ditch them completely, my husband disappeared them, only occasionally bringing a pair out for a cunt stuffing session, where a pair of my old panties was shoved up my cunt and I was brutally and relentlessly masturbated until I came on them numerous times. Taking a pair of panties, feeding them into my willing cunt and then making me orgasm over and over onto them, is amazingly sexy. It is one of those acts where he holds my body whilst he makes me cum, loving but unrelenting.

Once he was happy with how coated with my sticky juices they were, he fished them out of my cunt and then he normally found something else to do with them, often using them as a gag (and indeed a couple of months ago, he had me buy a really rather large ball gag as an option to hold them in place), or he’d get me to use my slick panties to tie my hair up. Many years ago, a famous radio star spoke of using her panties to tie her hair up, and my husband always remembered it. The bit about the panties being covered in our juices was all his own idea, so we sometimes go for a walk with my hair tied up with juicy panties and therefore smelling slightly of sex.

The other thing he would do is put my slick fragrant panties in a clip and seal plastic bag, and I never saw them again. What I didn’t know at the time he was cunt stuffing with my old panties was that he was selling them online, fragrant girl cum covered panties sealed in a bag to keep in the aroma. He made a fortune, every penny of which was invested in our sex room and other fucking facilities in our home.

My panties were all fairly old when he locked them away. I hadn’t bought new panties for years, as I was drifting towards wearing them less over a number of years. He sold all but three pairs, the pair he took off me the first time we fucked (the signed ones) and his two favourite pairs, a crotchless pair and the tiniest thong I ever owned. I know where my first pair is – in the display case in our bedroom with the signed first pairs from every woman he fucked ever. The other two have both been used for cunt stuffing, but both are still in his possession, under lock and key somewhere.

As first Victoria and then Laura became pantyless, he did the same with their old panties, locking away and then selling most of them after being covered in cum in a cunt stuffing (keeping only their firsts with him and the pairs from each that he really liked), and he has started on Anna’s now too.

But for the first time in years, we’re thinking of buying some panties. Relax, they aren’t for me, Vicki or Laura; our pantyless status is safe, and whilst not being quite panty free yet, Anna isn’t buying any more either now.

No, these are for my husband. You see, even though I’ve been with him for well over twelve years now, I only found out over the summer that he wants a pair of thigh high boots for him. He’s bought me a couple of pairs (one black leather, one black shiny PVC) and he loves them on me (as do I), but he really wants a pair or two himself. I think he has one eye on a particular annual social event in April. He already has a fabulous frilly shirt and he’s always wanted something for his lower half to match up with how amazing the shirt looks.

Armed with the fact that he wants some long thigh high boots, we’ve been brainstorming a bit as to how to marry up the two halves of the outfit. I really don’t like the aesthetic of jeans under boots. To be honest, I prefer the boots to be somewhat tighter than would allow for anything much to be tucked into them. I do love the look of having a little bit of uncovered leg above the top of boots emphasising a flat top rim of the boots, so to have them on show that little bit leg above, there is really only one way to go, and that is a miniskirt. I have a number to choose from, and they look fabulous (although they are somewhat daring with no panties, but I have no choice but to risk it).

He wasn’t bothered how I wore the boots until he saw me in my miniskirt wearing, leg showing, cunt flash jeopardy best, and now he won’t let me wear them any other way.

But what would he wear with his long thigh high boots? The issue is that in my brain, I had the most perfect outfit for him, and that was a long black leather coat, his white frilly shirt, black leather miniskirt and black leather boots. I think he’d look amazing, but I wasn’t sure he’d go for the miniskirt. He’s not really into cross-dressing, although he has talked for the longest time about having a short skirt to wear at home. He wanted a skirt that his cock hung down from, for use at home with a lady just being able to grab his cock and work it as she wanted or as he instructed.

Vicki had already given him a kilt related to her family, so I knew he loved the kilt no underwear vibe. However, the length of boots I was thinking (and the gap for leg) would mean he would need such a short skirt that he would need to keep his cock safely tucked out of the way, as I may be able to (and do) get away with the odd cunt flash in public, but he definitely couldn’t with his cock: that’s instant arrest territory. We’re not going there.

So, I began looking at panties designed for men for under his miniskirt, that would keep his cock and balls firmly hidden and held firmly in place. What I found was fabulous. A silk thong, with the rear being a narrow strip that will show his ass cheeks off perfectly. The front however is the brilliant part. There is a silk pouch that holds his cock vertically and out of sight, and some shaped silk to hold his balls in place and out of sight. Both sexy and secure.

He thought they were sexy too, so I bought him a shocking pink pair, and he has been trying them around the house, and they do indeed keep his cock and balls supported and out of sight all day. He loves them. He’s actually thinking they might be good for work in the hot weather.

And with those, he’s actually bought into the whole miniskirt outfit. We have the leather coat already, and I’ve ordered a black leather miniskirt. He’ll be utterly irresistible in that outfit, so I can’t wait to get all the bits in place. And you will see his shocking pink panties under the miniskirt, and I think he loves that. He did muse about black to blend in, but given he likes me to wear bras you can see the colour of under my clothes, he thought it would be hypocritical for him to not wear the shocking pink ones.

I have to admit though that I have been dreaming for ages about him walking round our house in panties, proper women’s panties. He walks round our place a lot in his men’s thongs, primarily because of their effect on me. He’d happily be naked, but I don’t find a flaccid cock to be nice to look at and his ass looks so lovely framed in a nicely fitting thong. I’m quite lucky that the design of thong he likes makes his package bulge and his ass look really peachy, so him wearing those increases my chance of needing a fuck – something he is always happy to encourage.

So, I really wanted to add some proper women’s panties into the mix too, and I’ll be honest in saying I have no idea why, but I get incredibly hot just thinking about that. We have a friend who cross-dresses for a living, and he has talked quite openly about wearing women’s panties (i.e. ones not designed with cock room) and the struggle to keep his cock in place. I quite fancy my husband having that struggle, and I know his cock wouldn’t be flaccid if he was having that struggle and was parading round in panties for me, or indeed if he was wearing them out. Although I also know that if I enjoy his struggle, I’d probably be made to have some sort of sexual struggle myself. I consider it a small price to pay.

I naturally began looking at thongs, but I was looking for any suitable panties that excited me. Now as you may know, I hate lace. I hated lace on my panties when I wore them, I hate lace on bras, and I’m not about to buy panties for my husband that have lace on them. I’m buying them for my viewing pleasure and I’m not going to ruin the view by having lace. Not liking lace is my one clothing choice he’s never challenged – I’m not sure he likes it much too. Whilst many men like their women in sexy lingerie, he’d much rather have me topless, tiny skirt and stockings and suspenders, and I’m so happy with that, it is so much more me.

Anyway, back to the panties, and firstly, I found some open-backed panties. They are black mesh briefs with a wide open rear, meaning there is an egg shaped panel missing from the rear of the panties (from the waistband to the perineum) over his ass crack, meaning his ass crack is permanently on display; with these, there is no way for the gap to close. I realised how excited I would get pegging him through open-backed panties, and even playing with a butt plug through the gap. Also, because these are women’s panties, the struggle to keep his cock enclosed would be on.

Secondly, I found a set of shocking pink low-rise silk panties that are crotchless right from waistband to waistband. I know that means his cock and balls will likely hang straight out of them, but I suspect he will not be flaccid when he is put in them, so that will be OK. I’m finding the thoughts of him fucking me while he was wearing his crotchless panties to be really exciting.

Finally, I found a shocking pink silk thong, similar to the one for use with the miniskirt, only these are a women’s thong, so the cock struggle is on with these too.

I luckily found some suppliers who were prepared to answer my sizing questions, and we got the sizes sorted based on the physical size of his best fitting male thong.

It is safe to say that pegging him through the open-backed and crotchless panties is just so incredibly sexy. It is that next notch of role-reversal, being sodomised wearing proper girly exposing panties. The other women love it too, and the trash talk we’ve all come out with is pure unleashed filth, all of which adds to our collective excitement.

I don’t quite know why I’m getting so excited by all this, but I am. (Then again, why do I get excited about half the things I do sexually?) He’s worn them all for me now, he’s been pegged in them all now, he’s fucked me in them all now and they look amazing, and my horniness level instantly goes up a notch. So, whilst I’m not wearing panties, my husband sometimes is, and we both love it.

And once we get the miniskirt, when my husband attends that event in April, I’ve decided his outfit would be perfectly finished off by having his hair tied up with a pair of our panties, fresh from cunt stuffing and covered in girl cum, probably from more than one of us. That would go down well. It’s that kind of event.

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.

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Two)

27 April 2025 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part One)

14 April 2025 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Leavers Ball (Part One)

7 December 2024 /

I was only at university the first time for a single year. A combination of poor mental health and being too busy fucking both Melissa and my uni guy, and all those orgasm filled evenings in the nightclub, meant that I wasn’t making the progress academically that I needed to, and I took the pragmatic decision to leave university before doing my self-esteem any more damage.

That meant I was entitled to go the Leavers’ Ball, a lavish affair with the women in gowns and the men in tuxedos. I was entitled to take a partner, and I chose Melissa, as I was emotionally far closer to her than my uni guy. We blew a load of cash in acquiring these amazing silky flouncy gowns, with long gloves to finish off the look. Both our cleavages were on display, although our tits were well held in, something it turned out would be fairly useful.

The leavers’ ball was also to be our last evening together, as Melissa was flying home early the following morning, so we wanted to make it particularly special, one for us to remember.

The ball was a big multi-room affair, with a massive dance hall and loads of other rooms of activity inside and out, all raising money for the students’ union charity. What caught our attention was a tent outside, where there was an inflatable bungee-run. You know the thing – two lanes of inflatable with a bungee jumping cord attached. Whoever was in the lane ran until the cord snapped them back, pulling them off their feet and them flying backwards down the bungee lane. I’d never seen one before, but there was a big crowd round this and we wondered why. A woman in a lovely dress was being harnessed up, and then allowed to start to run.

The straps really emphasised her tits, the straps pulling the fabric of her gown tight around them and as she ran, they swayed from side to side in a mesmerising way. Clearly, a bra under a gown wasn’t going to give enough support for running. Then, only a few seconds later, the cord snapped her off her feet, her top half being pulled backwards, her legs pivoting towards the open end of the lane, and her dress flailing open, her legs apart and we all, for about a second, had a lovely view of her naked cunt. It briefly looked beautiful before being snapped out of view. Melissa saw too and I knew what the glint in her eye was all about: I had the same idea.

The woman in the next lane started to run too, her tits swaying even more than the first. She put up more of a fight against the bungee, but she too was snapped back, and she too revealed her naked cunt to the crowd. You could see why the crowd was there to watch, as woman after woman did the same. The odd one went through with panties (which were also nice to see, in particular, the woman whose tiny panties were pulled tight between her lips, seemingly emphasising them), but predominantly, it was naked cunt after naked cunt. Melissa and I put our names down, just standing in the crowd taking our panties off. Melissa thought we should swap panties as a souvenir of the night (I still have them!) and then we set about watching swinging tits and naked cunts until our turn arrived.

Whilst I was waiting, I thought how pleased I was that I had taken the time to trim my pubes before we came. I wanted to be tidy in case Melissa ended up licking me out, but now, it meant that the crowd would also see a nice tidy Mira.

It was about half an hour and twenty cunts later that it was my turn. The harness really did emphasise my tits, pulling the gown tight against my body, and as I ran, the effect of the harness was to make the top half of my body swing from side to side, therefore exaggerating the swinging of my tits. All too soon, the cord snapped me back, my legs swinging forwards and naturally swinging apart, displaying my cunt for the adoring crowd, even if only for a second.

Over the next couple of hours, we did it another twice each, before deciding we couldn’t do that all night and that we needed to move on to something else.

We roamed the buildings looking in the various rooms at activities, joined in some of them for a bit, before we decided to sit in the rose garden doing proper frenzied tongues kissing and a fair bit of groping with our hands. I’d honestly have fucked her right there, but we thought better of it and thought we ought to find a room to fuck in instead.

We looked for a bit, finding lots of locked rooms and ones with non-sexual activities, but eventually we found a few odd people going into a room that wasn’t on the list of rooms with activities. We were hopeful as we poked our heads through the door. What we saw was a dozen couples engaged in various sexual activities, some men and women couples, some all men and some all women. The air in the room was full of the smell of orgasm and cum, so these occupants clearly weren’t the first.

There were seven women bent over tables, five of them had a cock in their cunts, the other two had a cock in their asses. I was somewhat mesmerised by the latter, as I knew of anal sex at this point, but had never seen it before, and certainly had never done it. They made it look so easy.

I heard a series of smacks, as one of the men had stopped penetrating his woman, had stepped back and was bringing his hand into sharp contact with her round wobbling ass, before plunging his cock into her cunt again. Her cunt stayed open when he withdrew and just took his cock right in there when he drove in.

One of the women started screaming as her body tensed up, shortly before her man stopped his motion and I could see the tell-tale sign of the muscles across his ass tensing, meaning he was filling her cunt with cum. They got up to leave soon afterwards, her adjusting her dress to make herself presentable. Now I could see her face, I realised that I had seen her do the bungee run already and knew she was pantyless, so she’d have a dripping cunt for the rest of the night now. Dreamy!

They were replaced by another couple, the woman bending over the table, the man lifting her skirt up over her head, pulling her panties aside and plunging his already fairly hard cock into her cunt in one slick movement. She must have been well lubricated already. Maybe he’d been playing with her cunt elsewhere, or maybe she was just that excited.

One of the other five couples were men, one bent over the table having his asshole reamed by the other. It was relentless. It was strong. It was a feast for the eyes, particularly for a fairly sheltered bi girl like I was.

The other four couples were women, and Melissa and I had every intention of being the next lesbian couple fucking there. But in the meantime, we could enjoy watching those already there, those already fucking, those already cumming, excited by the visuals, the smell, and the knowledge that we’d be next.

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