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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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