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The End Of Rebecca (Part One)

2 October 2023 /

Right from the start of him fucking her, my now husband knew Rebecca would only be around at university for a year. But what a year it was! They fucked more days than they didn’t, and they slept in that tit-holding spoon position she loved at least twice every week. She absolutely made the most of the fabulous fucking, and she had half an idea she would have trouble topping this fucking when she got back home.

She wanted to go out on a high. She wanted their last evening, their last tit-holding spoon and then their last fuck, which she planned to be early morning on the day she left, to be a session of ages, memories to last a lifetime. But how to top their previous fucking exploits? She devised a plan, but did she have the nerve to carry it all out?

They started by going for a meal, during which she used a stocking covered foot to rub against his trousers to get his cock all excited and hard. She enjoyed that, and it got him nicely warmed up for the cinema.

Well, she had to. She loved a good cinema fuck, but this had a twist. They were in a film that had been out for a while, so the screen was fairly empty, and they were the only ones in the back row, and the blonde cinema employee was in attendance. He wondered how long it would take her to have her hand inside her panties. And the answer was not long: he had barely started kissing Rebecca when the blonde’s hand was working her own clit.

Rebecca climbed onto his seat, holding onto each arm rest with a hand, her ass on his chest and cunt hovering over his still trousered cock. He had seen her unbuttoning her blouse before she turned her back on him and so he put his hands up to her bra-covered tits and undid the front loading bra, letting the cups dangle as he grabbed onto each tit with a hand. She was supporting her weight on her arms leaving him free access to grope her tits quite roughly.

He was then somewhat confused to feel his trouser zip and button being undone – it couldn’t be Rebecca, but her body was stopping him seeing what was going on. Some hands pulled his cock free from his trousers and he felt a warm moist mouth slide over his cock, the tip of a tongue tracing the edge of his glans. The mouth rather expertly worked his length in and out, one of the hands cupping his balls, the other encircling his shaft and squeezing to get his cock harder.

Once it was nice and hard, he felt the mouth leave his cock and the hands grabbed it, rubbing the glans against Rebecca’s cunt, nudging it into the folds and lightly skirting across her clit. Once his glans was enveloped by her cunt, he felt her arms shake as she lowered herself fully onto it.

Once his cock was buried, the hands left it and Rebecca started rocking up and down plunging his cock into that moist receptive cunt he knew so well. As Rebecca was moving up and down his cock, he saw the blonde cinema worker get up off her knees and kiss Rebecca fully with tongues, a long snog sharing the taste of his cock.

Once they had finished, the blonde clambered onto my now husband’s seat as well, lifted up the front of her skirt and started masturbating into her panties. Her cunt was inches from his face, and he was mesmerised by her fingers and how they worked her cunt. Rebecca couldn’t see, but she could feel her plan was a hit as his cock was getting longer and harder inside her cunt and his working her tits was getting harder and rougher.

It wasn’t long before the cinema worker came, and then she used the front of her panties to soak up her juices, before starting to masturbate again, still in her panties. His cock grew again as the smell of her orgasm hit his nostrils, and her fingers seemed faster than ever working her panty-covered cunt. Her second orgasm arrived quite quickly, and this time, she almost immediately took her panties off, wiped over her cunt with them and then shoved them into his mouth. She then clambered off and went to drape herself over the seat in front of Rebecca, facing away from her and bent over with her face towards the floor and her ass in the air on top of the seat back. Rebecca leant forwards, dragging her tits away from his hands, and started licking away at her cunt. As the licking started, Rebecca’s focus on keeping rhythm waned, and so he used his free hands to grab on to her hips and to drag her up and down his cock, while she focussed on the blonde’s fragrant cunt in front of her.

Only a few licks in, he felt Rebecca cum, but he was relentless with his rhythm and she with the licking, so she was soon on the way to another orgasm. After some determined licking, the cinema worker came again, liberally coating Rebecca’s face with her cum, and then, she just got off the seat and left them to it. The view really was too much, and so he came really quickly in Rebecca’s cunt, and then he took his hands off her hips, put them down to her cunt and worked her clit until she came again, shuddering his fingers to prolong her orgasm.

When Rebecca climbed off, the blonde was nowhere to be seen, and they decided to leave the cinema. He had the blonde’s panties to remember her by, but he never saw her again and he never knew her name. He knew she tasted lovely though.

On the way back to the university, Rebecca and my now husband stopped for a snog, and he fingered her cunt again, making the most of every last second. Despite cumming only 20 minutes before, she was ready to cum again, so she had him on his knees, pulling her cunt onto his face as he licked her to orgasm, the cool breeze blowing across her ass cheeks as he did it.

Once they got back to campus, she took him to the main square, where it was a popular pastime for the final nights on campus for people to fuck in public in the square. There were four couples fucking on the grass when they got there, and two more arrived shortly afterwards. Soon enough, Rebecca was on the grass with her skirt up round her waist and he was on top of her, fucking her, ploughing his rock-hard cock into her already slick cunt. Whereas in the cinema, she had to keep quiet, here, she could join the other women shouting their heads off as they were cumming. She loved that freedom.

She came twice more before he came, his cock going almost instantly limp, and they got up, adjusted their clothes, and then sat on a bench overlooking the city. It wasn’t long before their hands were between each other’s legs, masturbating first gently and then quite fiercely. All too soon, she was on her knees between his legs giving him his second blow job of the night. She was sleepy and well fucked, so she wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his cum in her mouth. As his cock was so limp, having been used up, it took her quite a while to get it hard. Her mouth was aching before his cock was ready to explode, the sexy shape of her lips around his cock and her tongue running up the underside meant that finally, she was able to milk some cum out of it. She didn’t swallow, just rolling it to coat the inside of her mouth, ensuring every millimetre of her mouth was covered in his cum.

And with that, they went to bed, in their usual spooning position with his hand holding on to her tit. Perhaps surprisingly, she would miss that more than anything else. As she drifted off, she was pleased with her efforts to make it memorable. Just their last fuck in the morning to go. She wondered if her mouth would still taste of cum in the morning.

It did, and it was glorious, and before he awoke, she enjoyed him still having a strong grip on her tit, even after a good few hours’ sleep. In the middle of the night, she had woken to find him repositioning her, swapping sides to allow him to grip her other tit for the rest of the night. His strong grip squeezing her tits was perfect.

As he awoke, he (inevitably) released her tit and she rolled him over onto his back and they kissed, firmly yet gently and lovingly, getting a slight taste of last night’s cum from her mouth. She was getting a touch nervous now, as she had a plan to do something he’d jokingly mentioned before, but she had no idea how he’d react to her doing it for real. She knew there were many more fucks with many more women to come for him over the years, but in doing what she was about to do, she hoped it would make him love her cunt even more, that he’d remember the visuals and the feelings for years to come, that it would make him never forget her.

Mass Relief

5 September 2023 /

I’ve never been one for clubbing, but whilst at university, Melissa and I did frequent a lesbian friendly one at times, with a pack of girls who used to all go to keep an eye on each other. To be honest, for me, it was more a case of being somewhere Melissa and I could molest each other in public and nobody would mind.

The only downside was the trawl back up the hill to the university at the end of the night. Drinking alcopops all evening resulted in a 3am hike with a bunch of rowdy pissed up women, hardly the height of decorum.

The first such evening happened a month after I got together with Melissa. Neither of us had been with this group before, but as we spent the whole of one evening in a university bar tongue kissing and groping each other’s tits, we were both invited along the next Friday. It was February and we were thrown out of the club as it was closing, and we started the long meander. A kebab part way (where there were 4 grades of chilli sauce, mild, medium, hot and student) and a bucket of fizzy stuff to wash the heat down, and about 2/3 of the way up the hill, all those alcopops and all that fizz hit my bladder, ramped up by it being cold as well. It turns out I wasn’t the only one, as a couple of the girls started talking about desperately needing a piss.

A couple of minutes later, the group abruptly came to a halt in the alley that connected to the university land, stopped under a bright streetlight. One of the women became the organiser, asking who was going first? I had no idea what was happening, but three of the women stepped forwards.

They were waved off the path and they went and stooped down on their heels, their backs leaning against a brick wall. They each pulled their dresses and skirts up and panties aside, and then, one at a time, starting with the one of the left, the women each spread their pissflaps with their fingers and just pissed, an arc of piss emanating from their revealed pissholes, strong, blatant, free of all cares, and beautifully illuminated by the streetlight. Three wonderful women all emptying their bladders in full view of the crowd of women. And we were all watching and enjoying the view, basking in the moment. An unexpected thrill.

It was the first time I’d seen a woman piss, and never even dreamed of crouching down in a row and doing it, let alone of holding my pissflaps open for all to see. This was before it became popular as an internet craze, so it was unknown, and very exciting. Once all three had finished, they pulled their panties back over their cunts and stood up, curtseying a little for the crowd. The thought went through my head of three moist cunts leaving damp pissy patches on the panties that covered them, as none of them had wiped their piss flaps dry.

Three more took their places and repeated the ritual, including one, who didn’t have panties on at all, and so would have dripped all the way up the hill. I found the thought of that ridiculously sexy, as if a row of pissing women wasn’t sexy enough.

After the second batch, the organiser looked round and came over to Melissa and me. We three were the last of the group, and the organiser wanted a piss herself, so she offered us the chance to join in. Melissa was a touch hesitant, but I really really needed to empty my bladder, and like NOW!, so was raring to go. Not only was my bladder bursting, but seeing the others piss and more importantly hearing it (and their relief) had done me in. I had to go. Sod if Melissa wasn’t, I sure as fuck was. In the end, Melissa decided she didn’t want to be left out, so she crouched down in the middle, me of the left and the organiser on the right to finish off.

As I lifted up my skirt, I couldn’t quite believe what I was about to do. Six pairs of eyes looking up and down the row first at our panties, then at our cunts. My panties were some of the tiniest I owned, and basically moulded themselves to the shape of my lips. I peeled them aside and felt the light breeze blowing across my cunt. My bladder throbbing snapped me back to reality. I looked left to see Melissa and the organiser looking towards me, cunts exposed, waiting for me to begin.

I put my hands down to my cunt and peeled aside the pissflaps, revealing my pinkness and my pisshole to the assembled throng. I looked round to see six sets of eyes trained on my pisshole, just waiting for my stream to begin.

I was nervous. I didn’t really know if I could piss in those circumstances. I need not have concerned myself though. I relaxed my muscles only slightly, and the pressure from my full bladder meant that a nice strong stream almost immediately emerged, arcing away from my body and landing a good distance away from my feet. The relief was immense, and completely wiped away any nerves and concerns I had. The stream seemed to go on for ever, and I was actually able to smile at the attention and adoration those faces showed me. I had to say I really enjoyed it and was disappointed when my stream subsided. When I was definitely done, I let go of my pissflaps and looked to Melissa.

She opened her pissflaps and after a short delay, a weak stream began, which soon strengthened to a strong arc as her bladder emptied. The smile on her face said she enjoyed it as well, and our two performances were capped off by the organiser, who seemed to angle her pelvis up a touch and made her arc of piss much higher and therefore longer than the rest of it. She was showing off now. I resolved to try that the next time – I wanted there to be a next time.

We all put our panties back in place and wandered up the hill, our panties getting wet with the piss we would usually dab off with toilet roll. It felt very naughty.

Talking to one of the regulars as we walked up the hill, none of them piss before leaving the club, and they always have a bucket of fizzy stuff with the kebab to make sure they are bursting before they reach the streetlight. It was by luck that neither Melissa nor I realised the time, as we may have pissed before leaving – we just didn’t have the chance. This is a ritual they repeated every Friday, and Melissa and I were there for all of them after that. I suppose that is why it has always been easier for me to piss in front of others – I had had loads of practise.

After each public pissing, Melissa and I always licked each other’s cunts clean of piss when we got back to one of our rooms, this being my first taste of another woman’s piss. It wasn’t the taste, but the act that was so special, and the last time I was in my university town, I made a point of going to that streetlight at 3am (this time with Victoria) and we both carried out the same piss ritual, in honour of those amazing women who I regularly pissed there with.

Oh My God, I Think I’m Rebecca!

12 July 2023 /

You may have seen a comment under one of the earlier Rebecca posts that said, “Oh my god, I think I’m Rebecca.” Well, after a few exchanged emails, it turns out that she was the Rebecca in question! A friend of hers is a regular reader and saw similarities with those posts and the ramblings of a drunken Rebecca in confessions type games played over the years. You could see the genuine delight in Rebecca and my husband seeing each other again, even only on a screen, after over twenty years.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned blue, and Rebecca made the suggestion to get our tits out. Rebecca’s were (unsurprisingly) no longer gravity defying, but they still look glorious. My husband has always had an eye for a fabulous pair of tits and Rebecca remembered him treating hers like they were princesses, almost straying into worship territory, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Given how upbeat the discussion started, I was surprised when it took a melancholic turn. Theirs was the best sex she ever had. After she left their university, she went back home to America, bouncing through a series of inadequate lovers until she landed on the man she married. He is a wonderful man is pretty much every way, apart from the fact that he doesn’t get her going sexually like my husband did. She wouldn’t want to be married to any other man than her husband, but she really needs a lot more in her sexual life. For a good while, she has had some extra sex at work, but that wasn’t the most fulfilling sex for her. I think my husband would have jumped on a plane that minute to give her the seeing-to that she deserved, and I think she knew that too. It was really rather sweet.

But she perked up enormously when she started talking about some of their shared moments that she remembers and enjoyed. She was quite open in discussing how their sexual exploits had powered a lifetime of masturbation, that she thought of their sexual exploits a couple of times a day even now whilst fingering herself or using a toy, and I think that made him a little proud.

She remembers that first weekend of Toon and the fucking with affection, but her favourites of their encounters were in a more risky environment. She wouldn’t try it today, but there were a lot fewer cameras around when they were fucking, and so you could take bigger risks. Right back from when she was at high school, she had an obsession with fucking in the cinema. The first porn that she remembered watching over and over again was a story based on that premise, and at that young age, it always got her the most excited when masturbating.

The cinema in question that she and my husband fucked in was an older refurbished one, and as was the fashion at the time, they had premium seats at the back, with more leg room, arms on the chairs and were much more comfortable. They were therefore much easier to fuck in.

When they first went, he had no idea of her obsession. He thought there might be some snogging and groping, but he had no idea she was hoping for full sex. They were on the back row, along with two other couples and the kissing started before the film even started. As they leaned in together to kiss, her hand went down to his trouser-enclosed cock and she started squeezing it. It soon woke up and started pointing upwards, this allowing her to rub in her favourite way – along the underside of his cock right down to his balls. She had found through experience that this particular rub made him harder than any other. I don’t think he realised they would progress beyond masturbation – he thought she’d make him cum in his pants and then leave him there for the duration of the film.

He realised she was serious, when without moving her hand from its rubbing motion, she manoeuvred her body so it was in front of him, still facing the screen. She stopped rubbing to release his cock from its cloth cage, then with one hand, held his cock in a straight up position and with the other, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, before lowering her very slick cunt onto his hard cock, which was getting harder by the second.

He briefly considered grabbing her tits, but he decided to grab her hips to steady her and give her a hand in maintaining rhythm. As she started sliding up and down, he looked left and right to see both other couples not paying attention to the film either. On the left, the woman (who was mid 20s) had her tits out and was giving the man (slightly older) a really long sloppy blow job. On the right, the woman (late teens) too was bouncing on the man’s lap (he was a similar age). My now husband also realised that there was a cinema employee working the auditorium, but she seemed to be ignoring them fucking at the back.

All that made him get harder still, and he knew his glans was rubbing the inside of her cunt behind her clit with every stroke. He knew her cunt; this wasn’t going to take long.

After too short a time, he felt her cunt clench round his cock, and he felt her body violently shake. It was like her having to stay quiet had left her body as full body shivers instead, and she sat on his lap recovering with his hard cock still buried in her cunt.

Her breathing was really fast, and he took it slowing as a sign of recovery, and using his hands on her hips, he began minute movements of her body up and down his cock. She got the idea, as she got her legs working again powering more slides up and down his cock. Whilst it had softened a little during her recovery, it soon became hard again and soon his glans was rubbing again, and soon, she was violently shaking again, each period of shaking was accompanied by a hefty moistening of her cunt, and that was before he’d filled it with cum.

Mind you, that wasn’t certain. She was clearly way too excited about the situation, and he did wonder if she’d manage to carry on until he came. He needn’t have worried. This girl was nothing but fair. In total, she had four lots of cunt moistening violent shakes, the last one took longer to arrive and her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles finally finished him off.

And with cum filled cunt, she just got up off his lap, pulled her panties back in place and sat on her seat to start to watch the film. He watched the couple to the left, who by that point were fucking themselves. The woman on the right had clearly got bored with the film and so resorted to a long slow blow job to amuse herself, with him just stroking her hair to keep it out of the way.

They fucked in the back rows of that cinema a lot, and they even saw a blonde member of staff with her hand inside her skirt on more than one occasion.

You could tell just how vivid the memories were, as Rebecca was masturbating whilst she was telling it. We asked her to move the camera so we could see her do it, thus affording my husband of his first view of her cunt over twenty years. I think we all knew it would not be our last view of it.

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.

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