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The Look In Her Eyes (Part Three)

20 December 2025 / / 0 Comments

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)

14 December 2025 / / 0 Comments

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.

The Look In Her Eyes (Part One)

7 December 2025 / / 1 Comment

When I left university, I was totally bereft at leaving Melissa. I was heartbroken, as I felt this was the first time I was properly in love, and yes, it was with a woman. I couldn’t tell many people why I was so down as it may well have made it back to my mother, and that would not have been good. Her daughter being a dyke – I’d have never heard the end of it. So, I had to suffer alone and in silence.

But there was one person that noticed. I had been friendly with her at college and had fond memories of getting drunk in fields of a Saturday afternoon, or in the local woods on a Friday. In fact, most of my memories with her to that point involved getting pissed. But they were all good memories.

Her name was Lisa and she contrived a way to get me away from the group. When she said what she had observed, I burst into tears and spilled my guts, all of it, the sex, the pissing, the obscene outfits, the bungee runs, and yes, the love. I was too emotional and heartbroken to see the look in her eyes at the time, but she hugged me and comforted me and did her best to calm me. Given I wasn’t really that close to her, it was astounding.

And she stayed my counsel for a few weeks, just helping me to move on. She was a fabulous friend.

And then, one day, I actually saw the look in her eyes, and it confused me, because that look wasn’t friendship or concern. I’d seen it before. That look was love. Lisa had a look of love in her eyes.

Now this was particularly confusing, as I had a bit of a thing for Lisa about three years previously. I think this was before either of us realised we were interested in women. But I admired her as a free spirit – she was everything I wanted to be, and I was a fair bit in love with her. There was a time when I really wanted to snog her, but I didn’t even think she noticed me.

But that look didn’t come out of nowhere. I realised that she had it in her eyes that first evening after I got back. Did that mean she loved me a bit from before I went to university? You can see why I was confused.

And now, what did I do about it? Because I knew she was leaving soon too. For the other side of the world and a new life. Whatever this was, it wasn’t about to be long term.

But the train of thought did briefly snap my brain out of its Melissa-induced slump. Lisa’s departure was still a few months away yet, and there was plenty of time for some fun. I still wanted to kiss her – I always had and now she had worked out she was only into women, and she was single. And the big difference was, thanks to everything Melissa and I learned together, I knew how to fuck a woman, knew how to give her proper hard orgasms. But even more importantly, there is a chance to create a bond before she goes away.

Lisa had no idea what was in my head. She just stroked my hair as she had often done over the last few weeks, trying to be comforting. It gave me a short time to think. I spent part of last year regretting not doing anything with Lisa (before Melissa came along) – I wasn’t about to spend time later regretting not doing something with Lisa before she switched continents.

So, when she stopped stroking my hair and was looking at me with kind and loving eyes, I just leaned in and very gently kissed her lips, almost the lightest touch I could manage. As I leant back, I could almost see the fear in her eyes, but I reassured her that I had wanted to do that for three years and that, despite how I’d been feeling of late, I knew what I was doing.

She weighed it up briefly, but she leaned in and kissed me, a proper kiss and in a matter of moments, our tongues slipped between our lips and touched for the first time. I felt her hands on my body as she pulled me closer, and I grabbed on to her. And we just kissed and kissed. For ages. Clothed tits squashing against each other.

After we broke the kiss, we sat opposite each other and just looked at each other and held hands. It was almost as if we couldn’t work out what to do next. We clearly both had the same idea, as when we let go of each other’s hands, they clashed on the way to each other’s blouse buttons. That was the laugh we needed to take away the tension. We just took our own blouses and bras off, and then returned to kissing each other, this time, our bare tits squashing against each other. Her tits weren’t small either, so there was plenty to squash, and neither of us was in any rush to break off our kissing.

But, eventually. break off we did, as I became acutely aware that I didn’t want to wear my tongue out jousting with hers. I had plans that I needed my tongue for. But Lisa had plans too, and leant in towards me, grabbing a tit in each hand and starting to work on my nipples, kissing, sucking, licking, and nibbling on them, swapping between them at will. It just felt amazing having her working my tits. I wanted to do the same to hers, but I didn’t want her to stop.

But eventually she did, and she straightened up to kiss me, leaving my very wet nipples to the cold air, making them go immediately hard. She saw and smiled.

I was smiling too, because from somewhere in the depths of my memory, I pulled out some gold about Lisa that she had said in some drunken truth or dare type game. She had said that if her nipples get pulled and twisted quite viciously, she orgasms much harder than without. Given I wanted to make her really want to do this, to make her want to fuck me over and over, I decided to test her out.

So, I leant in to kiss her a little, before bending over to start sucking one of her nipples, only without warning, I pulled and twisted at the nipple I wasn’t licking and sucking. I heard her breathing get harder as I twisted that little bit harder. Her nipples were loving it, getting so hard so quickly and the soft cooing noises she was making showed she liked it too. I knew I’d have her cumming in no time, but I had to be patient to build her up to a massive orgasm.

After a decent time of sucking and switching, I released whatever nipple that was in my mouth and grabbed both each with a thumb and forefinger and twisted them quite viciously in opposite directions. Her body arched towards me; her nipples were so large. I twisted them back to their proper position, then viciously twisted them the other way, making her body arch again.

I started rolling her nipples between my fingers, squeezing them to flatten them as I did so, and I leant in, briefly kissed her, and then whispered in her ear “Get me access to that cunt.”

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.

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