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Fresh Meat (Part Two)

9 October 2021 /

Victoria was standing topless in front of the two co-owners of the business, nipples hard and proud, cunt still covered with the tiniest panties, but increasingly slick.

She was smoking hot, and all they were doing was looking. She needed some touch, some contact, some groping, but she realised they weren’t going to tell her what to do next, that they weren’t going to grab her there and then. She realised that she would have to make the next move. She was so worked up that she’d have laid on the desk with her cunt held wide open. But she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. She didn’t want to seem desperate. Ludicrous really given she’d just got her tits out for them.

She decided to lose the panties after all and thought of the sexiest way to do so. She turned round, bent at the waist, then pulled at the waistband on either side, the thin piece of fabric up her ass crack needing a couple of small tugs to free itself from her crack. She dropped the thong to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent at the waist again to pick her thong up, flashing just a little of her juicy cunt between her legs as she did it. As she turned round, panties in hand, she could see their respective cocks straining more against their trousers. She would put a hand to each of their trouser covered cocks and started rubbing soon enough, but now was time to get their hands exploring her body, stroking it, caressing it, probing it, penetrating it. She offered them her panties, and the light haired owner took them and inhaled deep of them, before passing on to the dark haired owner who did the same.

He put them down on the table, and rejoined the other co-owner in looking at her now naked body. Her tits were rising up and down in expectation of something happening and her breath was slightly short.

And then it happened. The dark haired one reached out a hand and cupped the underside of her left tit, the light haired one doing the same to her right, and each man brought her nipple to their mouth and started licking, sucking, and almost chewing on them. Each man was fully focussed on their respective nipple and on squeezing their respective tit. Vicki closed her eyes, threw her head slightly back and emitted a gentle pleasurable moan. She lost track of time but was totally immersed in this simple act.

She felt the mouths leave her nipples and her left tit was released, only to be re-grabbed a moment later, and for rough squeezing and kneading of both of her tits to be inflicted by the light haired one. The dark haired on picked up her panties again, rolled them into a little ball, then came over to her. Placing his right hand on her ass to hold her in place, he brought her panties to her cunt and slickly pushed them into her cunt, bracing her against the hand on her ass. Her cunt was so slick with her juices that this was easily achieved. Then, he started using his fingers to work her cunt, rhythmically rubbing her lips and clit, as well as pushing the panties further in. She felt his right hand turn on her ass, and what she assumed was his middle finger slip deep into her ass crack, his finger brushing against her asshole.

Her breathing was getting quicker, her body was started to move, and all three of them knew she was heading to an orgasm. As she got very close, she was crying out, and she felt the hands leave her tits grabbing at each nipple and twisting them ferociously, at the same time as a hand twisted her clit in the same harsh manner. She came really hard and the dark haired one used his fingers to rub circles over her slightly painful clit to stretch her orgasm out as long as he could.

She was a little unsteady on her feet, so one of them guided her to the desk, leaning her up against it, ass facing them and gently nudged at her back with a hand. As she leant forward, her naked tits swung down and squashed into the desk. She saw one of the men standing across the desk from her close to her face, his trousered cock straining against its enclosure. She felt the other man nudge her legs apart so that her stomach rested on the desk, squashing her tits even more. She couldn’t quite see which person was. She felt some fingers fish round in her cunt for her panties and slickly remove them, making her feel empty.

The cock in front of her was revealed from its covering, and a hand offered the glans to her lips. At the same time, she felt what she thought was another glans rubbing up and down her cunt folds. Were they really going to fuck her right now? Were they really going to spit roast her in her first week?

She had a pang of guilt as she thought she should strike a blow for womankind and say no to “being taken advantage of”. But as the glans in front of her was slightly pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth and inhaled the cock in. She felt a hand on the back of her head as he started fucking motions. This wasn’t to be a blow job with her in control, this was to be a face fuck with him in control, using her face for his pleasure, rather than hers.

At the same time, she felt the glans at her cunt stop moving up and down and slowly worm its way between her cunt lips and bury itself into her slick cunt, two hands grabbing onto her ass cheeks to give him something to drive against. She had the twin sensations of both cocks growing inside her, the small strokes of each cock getting faster as each cock got harder. This was a raw fuck that all too soon ended with each cock spewing cum inside her. She swallowed that in her mouth, and her cunt felt unfulfilled having been filled with cum, but not orgasming herself this time.

And as soon as the two cocks had finished pumping cum into her, they were withdrawn, and she was left empty at both ends. Trying to recover her composure, she opened her eyes expecting big grins all round. What she got was that same determined focus they had for their business, and she was still none the wiser as to who had fucked her face and who had fucked her cunt.

The dark haired one told her to get dressed and then leave them to it, as they still had a lot of work to do. She felt pretty awful at being made to cum and being fucked, then just dismissed, but as she went to leave after having got dressed, the light haired one told her that she did well, and they’d expect more next week.

Far from being upset, feeling used or cheap, Vicki really enjoyed it. She felt in control, like she had these two men where she wanted them, all wound up and likely to be wanting more. It turns out that she liked this kind of activity and as it was only her fourth day, she was bizarrely excited for what might happen.

A Ton Of Anya (Part Two)

16 May 2021 /

She was trying her best to hold off her orgasm, but the feelings were growing and becoming overwhelming. Very soon, she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. His balls swinging against and teasing her clit was the catalyst for what became a massive orgasm. She gripped the edge of the table, cried out loud and was tense and shuddering. He stopped his motion so that he could experience the full majesty of her orgasm, his cock suddenly feeling its tunnel being much slicker and temporarily tighter.

When her orgasm had clearly finished, he began gently moving in and out again, slowly increasing the power so that his balls were starting to touch her clit again. He still had a lot of longevity in his cock, as he was nowhere nearing orgasm, and so could increase the pace and increase the swinging balls. He realised that on the table in front of his was the real Anya, a cock hungry slut, rather than the public persona of Anya from school. He was drilling into the core of a hot fiery sex mad woman, who was determined to enjoy his cock. He realised her tone had changed again, and that she was about to cum again. Upping his pace brought it on, and he again stopped to feel her orgasm.

After she had cum her body looked drained, but her legs were open and keen for more of him. He started moving out and pushed back in again, as she weakly told him to wait, which he did with his cock fully impaled in her cunt.

After a couple of minutes, she told him to start again, and to be gentle. That was quite difficult as he wanted to really nail her hard, but he was as gentle as he could be, whilst still swinging his balls into her clit. After a while, she told him to go for it, and he steadily increased his motion again, slamming into her harder and harder. She was shrieking again, just as he felt the first twinge that he would soon be able to cum. He kept his focus and rhythm and she came again, another shuddering affair with her tense body going limp.

He started moving again fairly quickly, and she correctly guessed he was building up to cum again. As he slid in and out of her, she felt him getting really hard and bigger, the sign he was about to cum. She pleaded with him to hang on, as his slamming balls were working on her clit again. It took him all his focus to wait, but finally, he felt her tense and so he took the brakes off, and her tense shuddering orgasm coincided with him pumping cum into her well-used cunt.

He shrank out of her very quickly and stood admiring her cunt and ass. She looked back, seeing him eyeing the centre of her pleasure, and left him to look, until a few minutes later, he helped her off the table.

She wasn’t very steady on her legs, so he helped her to sit down. She asked for her panties back, as she was worried about leaving a cummy print on the sofa, but he said he’d keep them, as he wanted her with her messy cunt and short skirt as she went home. She feigned annoyance, but secretly loved it. She was happy to be reminded of their fucks, especially when it was because she was messy.

And so began what turned out to be exactly 100 fucks. They only stopped when Anya had to leave town with her parents. In fact, to reach 100 fucks, they had to fuck every day for the last week before she left.

Before their last fuck, they decided they wouldn’t keep in touch. She thought it would be too painful to stay in touch and not be able to fuck. He understood, and they decided to go out with a bang.

On the morning of her final day, they met at the flat and fucked “Cowgirl”, a position she loved, as she said she could feel him deeper inside her than in any other position they had found. She rode him for ages, managing to keep his cock hard, but nowhere near cumming. She was getting good at that, as there was nothing she liked more than a really long fuck.

He loved cowgirl with her almost as much because he spent half the time looking at her perfect pert 28G tits bouncing up and down, and the other half holding on to them. There was nothing more glorious and mesmerising (at the time) than a pair of large tits snapping backwards and forwards as her body motioned up and down, and she loved it too. She once told him after a particularly tit-snapping session that they ached a lot, but that ache reminded her of their fuck for the rest of the day, so actually she quite liked it. Mind you, the tit twisting caused by holding on to them whilst fucking causes them to ache too, and she loved that as well. The bigger her cowgirl motions, the more they twisted and the more they snapped, and, to quote her, “she isn’t there to be kind to her tits”. Sounds just like me!

He wasn’t there to be kind to her cunt either. He always kept her panties after a session, making her go round with a messy cunt for the rest of the day. He returned them the day after, returning all of them, except that first pair, which he got her to sign in black marker pen and kept. Despite knowing she’d have no panties on their fuck days, she still went round in her skirt that was shorter than regulation, and she didn’t try to hide the sex smell either. This was a young woman in full control of her sexiness and not being afraid to show it. This was the exact opposite to me in my early days, but exactly like I am now!

On the afternoon of her final day, they repeated the bent over the table fuck, again, with her keeping him nowhere near cumming for a long time. She had been very clear with her instructions. He was to just fuck her as hard and fast as he wanted. She knew her cunt would get very sensitive, but she’d done this before, and with persistence, the sensitivity went away. He could hear her sobbing, but he knew it was because this was their last fuck, and after he managed to get them to both orgasm for the final time, at the end of a long arduous session, he carried out her final instructions. He didn’t say anything, he just left her bent over the table, dripping cunt exposed, he picked up his clothes and left the room. He got dressed in the hall, left his key on the stand and just left the flat. He could hear her properly sobbing, but she knew she’d be like this, thus she came up with the plan.

He never saw or heard from her again, but he talks very fondly about her, and often wonders what happened to her. She was his first ever fuck, and a person he cared for quite deeply. I think he loved his Anya. Not the public persona, but the woman she was in private. 100 fucks and just walking away was really hard, and he didn’t fuck anyone else for months.

A Ton Of Anya (Part One)

10 May 2021 /

So, with Anya thoroughly and publicly fucked, both of their reputations were enhanced by what happened at the disco. The week after the disco, one of Anya’s posse passed him a message that she wanted to see him. He suggested lunch at a café in town, and at the appointed time, he arrived at the café.

Anya was already there and looking ravishing. She was sat at the table in her school uniform. But she had loosened her tie and undone enough buttons of her shirt so that you could see her fire red bra in the gap. Mind you, her blouse was fairly thin, so you could vaguely see the bra through that too, and she had her hair down and fluffed out to create a full mane.

She beamed as he arrived and offered him the seat opposite her. He was curious as to why she wanted to see him, but with her looking like that and oozing sex appeal as she was, he really wanted to fuck her again.

So, after their food was delivered, she turned discussion to the disco, and how fabulous she felt at the time and afterwards. He agreed, adding that the way she looked today, he wanted to do it again. She smiled, saying how nice that would be, and then she went on to say that she was thinking at least once a week, although at times she’s really horny rather more often and wants him to oblige, rather than having to get someone else. In today’s language, she was offering a friends with benefits arrangement with exclusivity.

He calmly agreed (not wanting to let his lust come out to make him sound like a fool), and he suggested they should fuck this afternoon after school, which was just as she hoped. As they were finishing the meal, he told her to go into the café’s toilet, remove her panties and give them to him. It would give him something to smell all afternoon whilst they were in classes and being pantyless would remind her all afternoon too.

She came back and placed them on the table next to him. Yet another tiny thong, this one matching the fiery red of her bra, and when he had a chance to smell them, it was clear she has masturbated into them before taking them off. This girl was on fire. She told him where to meet after school, and they parted to go back to their classes. Although they were each so distracted, there was little point in either of them being there.

Having learned precisely nothing all afternoon, he hot footed it to the meeting point, getting there before Anya. She emerged into view in the distance taking her hair down out of a pony tail and undoing the top buttons on her blouse again. It really felt like she was making an effort, and he wondered if his words from the disco about convincing him she really wanted him was part of this.

As she got very close, she dropped her bag and flung her arms round his neck, going straight in with a full tongues kiss that went on for ages. When she finally came up for air, she told him he was a rotter, because her cunt has been getting slick all afternoon and she didn’t even have any panties to save her. He looked down at her plaid skirt, and that was definitely shorter than regulation, and she admitted she even had trouble to not flash. Mind you, it had whipped her up into a lustful frenzy, so it was worth it!

His cock was rock hard, and she could clearly see it. She rubbed it with a hand, saying that it looked like he had a problem that needed dealing with, which he said he had. So, in need of cock, she revealed the plan. Her older sister had a flat two minutes away, and she’d be at work from 8 until 6 on weekdays. So, she told Anya that they could use her flat whenever they liked when she was at work. She even gave Anya a key to give to him so he could let himself in if he was there first (Anya already had a key). It was a genius plan; their own little weekday love nest, where they didn’t have to be concerned about being discovered. They could just fuck with impunity. It suited them both, as neither set of parents would even contemplate them fucking at their respective homes.

They headed off to the love nest, his cock getting harder at the thought of impaling this lovely woman’s cunt again. He warned her that his first cumming would be quick, but he should be able to go again soon after.

They slammed the door to the flat and Anya disappeared into a room. He followed to find her bending over the dining room table, flicking the back of her skirt up over her waistband, proudly displaying her ass, with her cunt visible between her legs.

She heard his trousers slump to the floor and felt a large and hard cock press against her cunt lips. There was no foreplay here, they’d been warming up all afternoon. With even pressure, he just pushed his hard cock into her until his balls smacked on her clit. Not a word was uttered as he began rhythmically driving into her cunt, each time his balls swinging and brushing her clit, and each time her clit was brushed, she did a little squeal.

But his prediction was right. He got very big very quickly, and with very little control, he deposited a load of cum deep into her cunt. He pulled out, his cock not totally limp, and he walked round the table to near her face and offered his cock to her mouth. She rearranged herself to have a hand by his cock and started working it, occasionally sucking it into her mouth but mostly pumping it in her tight fist.

After a couple of minutes, they both felt it start to harden, and once she was happy with its hardness, she let go and rearranged herself back to be ready to receive it in her cunt. She didn’t realise that behind her on the wall, there was a long mirror, so all the time she was making his cock hard again, he was looking at her quivering cunt in the mirror. What a fabulous and inviting view.

He went back round behind her, parted her cunt lips with his fingers and gently impaled her for his full length. Then he started driving in again, trying to particularly make his balls brush against her clit again. He thought he had a chance of making her cum with the rhythmic contact with her clit, and he loved the sensation of his balls swinging and smacking into her body.

But he had only just cum, which meant he had a lot of stamina. His cock was hardening all the time, and yet he knew he was nowhere near cumming. But the way her body had started moving was indicating to him that she was getting close. He upped the pace, especially trying to exaggerate the swing of his balls, and as he upped the pace, the volume of her moans upped as well. Not long now, and he’d have her cum for him.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part One)

23 May 2020 /

It was a difficult autumn last year. I didn’t know I had gluten issues to explain feeling unwell, and it has been quite an eventful few weeks, so we decided to take a week out in a holiday cottage to relax, unwind and fuck. Victoria came for a couple of days at each end (over the weekends), and we had a few days without her in the middle.

One of those middle evenings was taken up meeting a friend called Paula. She is actually an ex-friend with benefits of my husband. They were thrust together when they were each being bullied by their bosses at work. They supported each other and ended up fucking rather a lot, before they each moved on to other companies and Paula moved out of the area. That was eleven years ago (before I was with my husband), but she made contact with him in February last year.

She had split up with her husband after a pretty awful marriage and I think she was hoping for some sex. But instead, I became friends with her too. She is lovely, about seven years older than my husband, but very fit and I had to admit I’d have liked to have got inside her panties myself. But clearly, she was struggling. I did offer to lend her my husband to fuck her, but the idea seemed to blow her mind. We’ve met up a number of times since, and she has turned into a really good friend, but nothing sexual had occurred.

As the cottage where we were staying is only about fifty minutes from her, she popped over on the Tuesday evening to see us. We were going to go out for a meal. Sex didn’t even cross any of our minds when we organised it.

When she arrived, we had the log fire raging, and she hadn’t been there long when we brought up the thick rug in front of the fire, and we mentioned how the landlady told us she had several rugs so one was washed after each set of guests (without mentioning why). We all knew it was because people fucked on the rug, and we took no time in doing so ourselves when we first arrived and with Victoria. It was so soft and welcoming, and we used it a lot in the days before Paula arrived.

When we spoke about the softness, Paula got up and lay down on the rug, closing her eyes in happiness, and saying how fabulous it felt and how amazing it would be to be fucked on it. She parted her legs an inch more than they were and she looked at us each in turn.

In my kinky mind, that was an invitation, and my husband looked at me with a naughty sparkle in his eye that said he did too. He nudged her legs slightly further apart, and he knelt down in between them, as she looked across at him with a little smile.

Calmly, he gently took the front edge of her skirt and lifted it up past her waist. All she was wearing underneath was the tiniest black lace thong. There was no sign of hair anywhere either on or between her legs. He looked across at me and I winked at him before we looked back down at Paula. She looked happy with what he had done so far. He hooked a finger on either side of the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down. She gently lifted her ass off the rug, whilst he pulled her panties over her cheeks, then she dropped her ass back down to the floor as he took her panties all the way off.

He rolled them into a ball, held them to his nose, inhaled her aroma, and then he threw them to me. Paula looked at me as I did the same and seemed to take that as assurance that I was happy with events.

I carried on inhaling her scent from her panties, as my husband began stroking up and down her cunt, which was presented in the hamburger style. She really has the lips for it, with just the right amount of puffiness to make her cunt look edible!

She looked very content as he stroked from her clit to her perineum, and then she looked between us both and said “I had an MOT this morning, like he and I always used to. It is in my bag.” and she nodded in the direction of her bag. Still inhaling her panties, I pulled out an envelope and had a look at the results – she was disease free and already had a coil to stop pregnancy. Even more important though was the fact she had the tests done at all. That demonstrated intent. Sex may not have crossed her mind when we organised this, but it did before she arrived, and she came here to take me up on my offer; she came here for a fuck.

I told my husband she was good to go, and he started dipping his fingers into her cunt. She looked contented to finally be getting some genital attention, a clear seven months after first making contact.

“Paula here” he started saying “used to like having her asshole licked but didn’t like any more anal penetration than a tongue”. She nodded, but had her eyes closed, seemingly focussing on his fingers. “But she has a very juicy cunt” he continued, as Paula giggled a little. Sweet and endearing.

I noticed his voice was very soothing and mellow, in stark contrast to when he calls me a slut and hurls me onto the sofa for a raw fuck. This girl needed wooing. This girl needed soft velvety comfort, and he was supplying it.

He moved his hand so that his thumb was on her clit and all four fingers were moving in and out of her cunt. Her body was starting to wriggle and shake, as his hand worked her clit and cunt more intensely. She occasionally lifted her ass off the rug as she strained against his hand, and she got louder and louder as she got nearer to cumming. I looked at the concentration on his face as he tended to her, and she started to cum, yelling as she did, and he kept doing occasional small shudders with his hand to milk her orgasm to the end.

Once she stopped cumming, he withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices off them. I was hoping for a taste, but I wasn’t disappointed with what he did next. He raised her ass up on a cushion, then leant over and had a few licks, commenting to her that she tasted as good as she ever did, and then he offered me a chance to taste. She looked at me and smiled. I wanted to dive in with a full Vicki style tongue examination, but remembering his gentle approach, I use slow deliberate strokes with my tongue. She did indeed taste wonderful, and my tongue slowly hoovered up all her juices that it could find. But before I had finished, my tongue action had started her hips moving again, and although my tongue was starting to tire, I realised there were more orgasms in her right now and I focussed on getting her closer. She came pretty hard when he fingered her, but I really wanted to make her cum again really hard – I love the juxtaposition of a sweet woman who loves to be wooed letting herself be brought to a massive continuing orgasm in an unrelenting way, and I was the unrelenting woman to get her there.

Recruiting Some Watchers

26 February 2018 /

There is something very naughty about sitting in a cafe talking to a friend about fucking in front of each other. Yet there Nikki and I were, debriefing the intimate sex party. We all (absent men included) agreed it was a great success, and that we all wanted to do it again. Yet, we both felt that wasn’t really enough fucking. The men did their best, but they (of course) need recovery time. We decided we’d have some more girl-on-girl action (assuming our men agreed, although I didn’t envisage that being a problem), and we could do some other sexy activities that don’t involve hard cocks, but what we felt we really needed was another couple.

But how would we find one? Nikki knows from experience how long it took to find us, and that was just a fluke conversation. Specifically asking someone isn’t an easy conversation to have. “So, fancy coming to a dinner party where we all get fucked whilst the others watch?” wasn’t likely to be a winner with someone who wasn’t kink-obsessed, and we had no idea who was kink-obsessed. Nikki and I are the two fuck happy members of our circle of friends – we are the two who like fucking rather a lot. The rest of the group appear somewhat less sex-obsessed than we are. We did decide though that the friendship angle was important for us too, so we really didn’t want to end up recruiting strangers. But given none of our friends were obviously kinky, we had to work out who was possible. As we went round the circle of mutual friends, there weren’t obvious candidates.

The discussion got to a rather reserved lady called Laura. I knew that my husband would have suggested her. Since the day he first met her, my husband thought her good housewife routine was an act, and that underneath, she was a filthy bitch. He had absolutely no evidence on which to base this for a couple of years. A small piece of evidence came at Christmas 2016, when a rather tipsy Laura briefly flashed her panties to us all. They were a rather small white cotton thong with the word “Slut” written on the front in permanent marker.

So, on this flimsy evidence (literally) and largely on my husband’s gut instinct, we decided that she was our best candidate and that we would to try to recruit Laura and her husband for the next sex party. We needed plausible deniability (in case she hated the idea) as we didn’t really want to cause tension in the wider group.

Our chance to have a discussion unexpectedly came a couple of weeks later. Again, it was a drunken ladies night, and this time, Laura, Nikki, and I ended up as the last there. Laura was wearing a top with a plunging neckline that revealed a substantial cleavage: those magnificent tits swinging back and forth to rhythm was no doubt the other reason my husband wanted to see her naked and being fucked. He’s always been a tits man.

It isn’t easy to start a sex party conversation, but we had to bide our time until an opportunity occurred when the discussion strayed onto panties. I was often pantyless at that time, and Nikki wasn’t wearing any that night either. Laura acted all coy, but her mask slipped when I mentioned the “Slut” panties. She had no recollection of the flashing incident, but both Nikki and I certainly remembered it. It turns out that she only wears white cotton thongs, and every day, her husband picks out her panties, which are adorned with a hand-written message from him. (Obviously, it is not always a new message, as it would be wasteful not to re-use the panties). “Slut” is one of the milder ones apparently. Laura was blushing when she spoke. Using messaged panties was just something fun they did, which reminded her of her sexuality often throughout a day. The obvious question was what was on her panties that day – “My cunt needs cum” was the exquisite answer. She already knew tomorrows would say “Ass fuck day”, and that meant she’d have his cock in her ass a number of times tomorrow and her cunt would go untouched all day. My husband was right though – she was much more into sex than her public persona would have you believe. That’s partially because she is very shy, particularly when talking about sex. Apparently, her husband wanted her to be more outgoing and free talking about sex, so he’d be happy she was having these conversations.

So, Nikki introduced our sex parties to her, described what happened at the first one, and how much fun we had. Laura listened intently and seemed somewhat excited, but she said that wasn’t the kind of thing she or her husband were in to. Nikki hadn’t asked at this point, so she just rounded off the conversation with a comment that if they changed their minds, we’d love to see her and her husband at the party, and that we were sure they’d have a great time. Then we moved the conversation on, the seed having been sown.

Nikki and I met up with a very excited Laura a few days later. After discussing it with her husband, they decided they were up for the party. She said today’s panties had the awesome message “Watch Me Fucking” and that she was getting turned on even thinking about our party. She realised that there wouldn’t be time for hesitancy at the party, and when it was their turn, they would need to get fucking. She said they appreciated that, and she was fully behind the plan, even the girl-on-girl interludes. Now I was getting excited. They are both gorgeous women, and my cunt got all moist thinking about kissing them, sucking on their fleshy tits, and yes, licking away at their cunts.

Our men were over the moon too, both with the new recruits and the girl-on-girl action. My husband was particularly pleased with himself for correctly picking Laura’s sexy side when none of the rest of us did.

For the next couple of hours that evening, Laura, Nikki, and I talked about activities, positions and roughly planned out the party – the venue, the date, the food and drink, and the activities. Our first party was an alcohol-free gathering because none of us wanted our performance to be diminished – we decided to make this a rule, and we decided to look for some non-alcoholic cocktails for the evening. Astonishingly, Nikki had far less of an anal history than either Laura or I, so we definitely included some anal activity in the plan. I told Laura how my husband would expect to see her ample tits swinging violently as she was fucked, and Laura insisted we included some activities to achieve that. A consequence of the “no private activity” rule that didn’t come up at the first party was that of pissing, so we made a plan to cover that. We also had some sexy games ideas and chose one of those. As before, the men knew nothing of the details and would be surprised on the day. The next party in late November could not come round soon enough!

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