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A Messy New Year

18 January 2026 / / 0 Comments

Every single New Year’s Eve since we’ve been together, my husband and I have marked the point of midnight by fucking. We start fucking in the last few minutes of the one year, fuck all through the top of the hour and finish off in the new year.

Wherever we are, we do this. At home, at someone else’s house (in private), at someone else’s house (with an audience) or like this New Year, when we were at an event. A New Year Ball at our village hall. The first year we went to this event, we were planning on going home, but left it too late. So, in desperation, we went round the back of the village hall to find somewhere quiet for a quick sneaky fuck. What we found were a couple of other couples clearly intent on doing the same thing, and already making a start. It wasn’t long before my dress was round my waist and his cock was in my cunt. I was expecting to warm him up, but the prospect of an outside fuck, then getting to watch others fuck as well, made him perfectly hard enough.

I remember on that instance, it was quite warm and so quite a long fuck. This year, it was much colder. My nipples were rock hard as soon as we left the warmth of the village hall. My cunt’s microclimate was keeping it warm, but my ass cheeks soon went cold as soon as they were bared and a cold wind blew over them.

My dress, well that is amazing. It is a full length figure hugging silver shimmery dress. It has a deep, but narrow V plunge (so no bra possible, but the dress is shaped to hold the tits up anyway) and splits from my feet to my waist on each side (important for the fucking). Underneath, I wore white stockings and suspenders. I finished it off with silver shoes and a silver fascinator in my hair.

I would never have tried the dress on, as I would assume it would show every lump and bump, but it didn’t. But it did show the shape of my freezing cold rock hard nipples and my metal suspender clips, both things I was happy to display.

All through the evening, my husband was whispering total filth into my ear. His words, combined with a few tit touches and ass brushes got me in the mood and got my cunt moist in anticipation, and the big old village clock ticking its way towards my impending outside fuck just added to the atmosphere.

With seven minutes to go, he took my hand and took me outside, lining me up with the others out there for a fuck. I groped at his trousered cock, but he didn’t really need that, so I just undid his fly and pulled his cock out, then taking my position bending over, leaning on a fence post. He pulled my dress up to my waist, the splits from waist to floor being critical here, and he just finger fucked my cunt a couple of times whilst he ascertained my cunt was slick enough, then he just lined me up with his cock and then just pushed his rock hard cock in.

Despite being so cold, it felt so good, and the breeze over my ass soon made it even colder. His rhythm was steady, with firm slams in (my arms taking the strain and recovering my body to position each time). My ass cheeks got cold quickly, so every minute or so, I got him to pull out, spank each cheek as hard as he could a couple of times, and then plough back in and carry on fucking. It did warm my ass each time, and some of the other men saw and did the same to warm their own woman’s ass.

It wasn’t practical for him to grab my tits in this dress, which would have been handy, as it might have warmed my nipples up. There was no warmth in this dress, and even though it was only a couple of minutes, my nipples were so hard, and by the time it reached midnight, they were so large and so painful. But there was no relief and my cunt was happy, so I carried on. He had been slowly building my orgasm since before midnight, but was going quickly and accelerating now. I was so close, so in to the fuck that I completely forgot my surroundings, forgot the audience, forgot the exposure. And a woman crying out next to me as she came was what finished me off too, me adding to the cries, my cunt clamping down on his cock. He gave me another couple of valiant strokes, before pulling mostly out, so his glans was just inside my cunt, and it was there he came. Copious amounts of cum that had built up in the last nine hours, and all of it deposited just inside my cunt.

I knew what he wanted. He wanted cum to be sliding out of my cunt, and getting me messy. With no panties to protect me, there was no way this was going to be anything other than a disaster zone under my dress, a position he loved putting me in. And I knew how to handle it, just try to ignore it, and if I drip cum on the floor, it isn’t my fault. He wouldn’t let me clean up anyway, so with nipples so hard and painful, with cum already sliding out of my cunt all over my crotch and stockings, I went back inside.

I felt so slutty, so horny, so sexy that despite just being fucked, I wanted more. And my secret messiness just ramped up my slutty feelings even more. We’ve done this a lot, and it still feels so filthy, so slutty, and I absolutely love it.

People started drifting off quite quickly after midnight, but my husband made us stay later than that, made my messy cunt the focus of my attention for a good 45 minutes.

The walk home is only about five minutes, but my nipples, which had very slightly defrosted inside the village hall, were back rock hard and painful again, almost feeling like they were about to explode. I was almost crying when I got in, they were so painful.

He took me into the kitchen, removed the dress, and then bent me over the worktop, lubed up my ass and ploughed in, holding my hips to give him a strong anal penetration. As my nipples slowly started to defrost without touching anything, my tits were wildly swinging from his powerful strokes. It felt more submission sodomy than something I was about to cum from, and indeed, I felt him growing and ultimately start to throb.

But again, he pulled nearly all the way out, spurting into my asshole with only his glans inside my pucker. And then, without letting me cum again, he stood back and admired his handywork, admired the mess he’d created round my cunt, on my stockings and then as a little cum slid back out of my asshole.

I felt like a complete slut with so much cum already slid out of me and glistening in the light. Once he had inspected my cunt and ass over and over, he went and got the camera to document just how messy I was. For some reason, he really loved it. I’ve become used to it over the years, so I enjoy it immensely too.

Once his camera work was done, he took me upstairs to bed, restrained me by wrists over my head and by ankles to the foot of the bed, and then kissing me, he told me to sleep, him wanting me to start the new year as a cummy mess, and only then did he start sucking on my still cold nipples, the warmth of another human warming them up in a way nothing else would.

His mouth soothed them, and there was no twisting or nibbling, just gentle warming sucks and tongue flicks. Oh, it felt so good for them not to be in pain.

And then I did sleep, until I was awoken with him manoeuvring me into position for my morning sodomy session, having unlocked me. He hadn’t cleaned me up at all, just ploughing into my lubed ass for nearly an hour, before cumming, you guessed it, just inside my asshole. More cum to slide out.

Once he had finished (and I hadn’t cum, obviously), he rolled me back over again and re-restrained me, leaving me to sleep again, but with a fresh dose of cum to slide out of my ass.

Once I awoke again, Anna was there, there to clean me up, with her tongue. My husband had insisted every single drop of cum was to go down Anna’s or my throat (transferred via cum kiss), and if she made me cum, so be it. I knew she’d try. The twist I wasn’t expecting was that he insisted on masturbating Anna’s beautiful moist cunt all the time she was licking, and he would make her cum too, obviously.

Was a great slutty start to the New Year! Setting the tone. Setting the pace.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part Two)

10 November 2024 /

Kate kept up her relentless rhythm in Cowgirl, his cock almost leaving her cunt at every upstroke, it being totally buried with every downstroke. Those exercises she did at university certainly helped her leg strength and as Cowgirl was her favourite, it improved her longevity. She was surprised how well he was lasting; clearly, he was trying to delay cumming, but with her naked tits rubbing his naked chest on every up and down, and the fact they were in a forest where anyone could stumble on them, he was certainly excited enough. So was she, and in the heat of the moment, she forgot that the people that might stumble on them might know her parents. But she just had to have this fuck.

She was broken out of her daydream by the realisation that his cock was getting larger and harder, that sign she knew meant he was about to spray the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum. She focussed on her cunt, squeezing with every stroke, the extra tightness and extra rubbing meant that out of nowhere, she was getting near her orgasm too. He saw her facial expression change, to determination, and he knew what that meant. He had to hold on. But all too soon, he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, as her movements abruptly stopped. He pinned down her hips to keep her deeply impaled and she started crying out as she came, the extra pressure forcing him to cum too. She felt spray after spray come from his cock, as her own shudders from orgasm subsided. As their bodies both relaxed, she leant down to kiss him again, before suddenly remembering her surroundings and checking they were still alone. They were.

She stayed sitting on his lap and kissing him, as his cock started shrinking and slowly slipping from her messy cunt. She needed that. She needed more too, and she knew in all likelihood that he would provide. It was probably the longest they carried on kissing, with them both waiting for his cock to recover. After a while, it did, her naked tits and their frenetic tonguing doing its job. She could feel his slightly hardening cock nudging against the outer folds of her cunt, and she pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. He suggested she drape herself over the fallen tree, an idea that appealed as she wanted him to fuck her this time, not the other way round.

They got up and dusted the forest floor off their legs and then he draped his jacket over the tree for her to lie on. He had to admit she looked fucking sexy, her hair not quite perfect as it usually was, her tits up over her bra and poking out beyond her blouse, her skirt up and tucked into her waistband and her panties still pulled to one side, her cunt glistening in the sunlight. She bit her bottom lip at the sight of his cock springing upwards again, well aware of the effect her body was having on it.

She lined herself up in front of his jacket, and then bent at the waist, her stomach lying on the jacket covered tree, and her head slightly below her ass. He adjusted her legs to get her cunt to the right height, and then he teased her outer folds with his cock, still bouncing as it wasn’t quite at full hardness yet.

Her breathing was getting heavy as he lightly teased her cunt, then nudging it before her welcoming cunt swallowed his cock in one easy movement. Whilst he was fully buried, he put his hands under her hips and adjusted her legs just a little, and then he pushed her head down. She was holding it up before, but he clearly wanted her head well below her ass. He knew she would go a little lightheaded, but he knew that would make her orgasms more magical.

Once he was happy with her position, he started long slow methodical strokes, his cock slipping easily into and out of her slick cunt. She knew his second fuck would be a lot longer, and so she relaxed into it. At this point, it just felt nice to have his cock going in and out of her body, but as it got harder and as she was rubbed inside by it, whilst getting a little lightheaded, her cunt started to feel like it was building again. With her body totally relaxed, all the work was his to do, and he was settled in for the long haul.

Holding on to her hips and slamming his cock deep into her cunt, his rhythm was quite slow and purposeful. His cock wasn’t quite hard enough to be rubbing those parts of her cunt, but his relentless ploughing was quite dreamy. He sped up a little and his cock got harder as a result. Now it was rubbing the inside of her cunt, now it was starting to grow her orgasm.

He was nowhere near, so as she tensed up and started to shudder, he didn’t miss a stroke, didn’t slow down or pause. He just carried on with the same rhythm, which seems to extend the length of her orgasm, whilst simultaneously making her cunt feel that it was being ignored, its orgasm seeming to be totally irrelevant. It wasn’t of course, and he worked hard at both making her orgasm, and making it the longest and hardest that he could.

Almost as soon as the first orgasm had finished, she was building for another one. Her cunt was starting to get sensitive, which required her head to overrule her body. When she got sensitive, what she wanted more than anything was for him to stop, but she wasn’t going to stop him. She wanted more cock and much more cum.

Several times he accelerated his rhythm slightly, until once again, she started to cum, squeezing down on his cock. But he still wasn’t cumming (although her squeezing was making this more of a challenge) and once again, he ploughed on through her orgasm. Her clenching down on his cock was having an effect though, and he suddenly got fairly close to cumming. He knew he hadn’t got long left, so he focussed on the internal rubbing inside her cunt, and in no time at all, her final orgasm for the afternoon came, her clenching on his cock as she came made him have that final growth, him finally stopping that rhythm as he deposited his final lot of cum deep in her cunt.

They were both out of breath, and aware time was ticking on. Before she moved, he pulled her panties back over her messy cunt, and then helped her off the tree and helped her to put her tits away and then rearrange the rest of her clothes. He then lovingly preened her hair to get it back to her usual perfect self before they kissed (with some tongues) and then parted to return to their families.

They met another twice during that holiday, to similar effect, and then carried on fucking the following term at university, only stopping when Kate got herself a serious boyfriend. Still, they fucked over a hundred times during the six months they were fucking, and their families never did find out.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part One)

31 October 2024 /

To say that Kate made the most of my now husband’s cock is somewhat of an understatement. For a couple of months, she was barely off it, riding it as much as she could. There was her teenage years of celibacy to make up for, and she was going as quickly as she could. She loved sex. She loved sex with him.

It quickly became clear to Kate that she was safe. Safe from her family being told of her fuckings. Safe to spend time with him and to let herself get fucked over and over. Safe in the knowledge that everyone at university knew she was fucking him and nobody much cared; they were all trying to get fucked themselves.

But as the weeks went on, Kate started to wonder what sex with other people was like, and that was OK with him. They were never exclusive, and he wanted to fuck others too, and she was wearing him out. So, slowly, they reduced the amount of sex they were having. I mean, he was still fucking her at least once every three days (and did so right up until she got a serious boyfriend).

The thing she loved about their relationship was the dynamic of him just taking what he wanted. He’d brush a hand over her clothed ass or tease her hair with his fingers, and she was his. He would take her outside, bend her over a tree, pull her panties aside, push his hard cock into her cunt and just fuck. And she loved that: the raw emotionless fuck doll being used as he saw fit. She lost count of the number of times he didn’t say anything, instead just leading her to where he wanted and doing what he wanted.

And she was absolutely addicted to being bent over something and being finger fucked. He had this knack of using his fingers as a cone in her cunt and his thumb on her clit, fast almost brutal motions that made her shriek and yell as she came. And then he’d just leave her, exposed to the world, or if she was lucky, he’d do it again. Her body had no resistance to his fingers, just like it had no resistance to his cock.

They never made any pretence of being friends. They cared for each other and looked out for each other, but they really weren’t proper friends. They were just the friends you fuck, and that was perfect for them both.

She fucked quite a few other people, and always came back to him. He was the best. He’d make her cum longer, harder and quicker than anybody else. He knew exactly how to make her body do what he wanted. He knew every millimetre of her tits, cunt and ass, and had the ability to know what exactly she needed at any point in time. It was uncanny, like he had a bug in her brain. But all he did was read the signs her body gave. Debbie and Val had taught him that, and he had practised relentlessly on Rebecca.

The stories of her fucking didn’t make it back to her family from university. She had a much bigger problem than that. Because having spent a term surrounded by all the cock she could possibly need, she went home for Christmas, with the sudden realisation that cock would be non-existent for a month. Well, almost. Because her brother’s friend, her cock of choice, the one who took her virginity, lived just around the corner. But they were both staying at their respective parents, with not much chance of being able to escape. Kate wasn’t having that. She wasn’t having her favourite cock so close and not getting fucked. She started to plot. She wasn’t sure how exactly, but she had to have that cock.

The two respective families met one day walking down the street. Kate didn’t say a lot. One sentence in fact, but that included their trigger word. The word either of them put in conversations when they wanted a fuck. My now husband heard it, and in a seemingly unrelated comment later in the discussion, he mentioned being in the local forest later in the afternoon.

He regretted not being more specific. He had forgotten how large the forest was, so he took a strategic decision to hang around at the edge, hoping she would approach from the direction he assumed she would. It was 90 minutes before she showed up, all apologetic about not being able to get away sooner. They were too visible at the edge of the forest to even kiss, so they went inside, following the paths at first, but when they were a couple of minutes in, they deviated from the path into the trees.

They stopped by a fallen tree and assessed their spot. They certainly couldn’t see any houses and they thought they weren’t visible from path too. He asked her if she had ever fancied being fucked over a fallen tree and she coyly said yes, before throwing her arms round his neck and tongue kissing him very passionately.

She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and took his cock out. She noted he wasn’t wearing underwear. That should make things easier. She gently kissed the end of his cock, before looking up at him. Whilst he was smiling down at her, she realised he’d want her tits out before she started the inevitable blow job. She quickly checked round again, then unbuttoned her blouse. She then fished each tit out of the bra cup, pulling it up to sit on top of the bra. Crude but effective. She saw his smile widen, as she leant back in towards his cock, opening her lips slightly and pushing right down his shaft, her teeth gently running down the length of his cock. It had an immediate effect, and whilst holding her fingers round the base of his cock, she began the head bob, taking his full length into her mouth and then out again, a fairly sloppy blow job, yet her lips were tight round his cock with every stroke.

But she didn’t want to swallow his cum this time. There was only one place that was going. She knew he would cum quickly from her expert mouth work, but she was banking on a second go with another load of cum. When she decided he was hard enough, she sat him down on the carpet of leaves, and crouched over him, pulling her panties aside and lowering her cunt to be tantalisingly close to his cock, before carrying on in a lovely slow controlled way, his hard cock slipping straight into her very slick cunt. She so needed this.

With his cock fully inside her, she adjusted her legs, pulled up his top to allow her tits to touch his chest and then put her arms round his neck and started tonguing him again. Whilst still kissing, she began very gently rocking up and down, the slight movements just enough to keep his cock at attention. As she stopped kissing him, her up and down movements got slightly larger as she told him she desperately needed this, before accelerating her movements to almost making his cock leave her cunt at every rise. She loved Cowgirl because she was in control and making his cock run the full length of her cunt with every stroke was doing it for both of them. She knew his first load of cum was close, and she couldn’t wait.

Camel-Toe Crazy

5 August 2024 /

When I left for university, I was finally released from my mother’s rule. Those clothes she made me wear, the fear she instilled, everything that stopped me from developing into me, rather than a clone of her. At uni, I had a chance to find me.

Fucking men: that was me. Turns out fucking women was definitely me too. Melissa wasn’t the first woman I had lusted after, but she was the first one that I had kissed and we had paired up quickly after that first kiss. I continued fucking my uni guy (he knew and was turned on by the thoughts of me and Melissa fucking) and she fucked some guy too on and off, but we were both enjoying the lesbian sex more. Between them, I was getting the most sex I ever did until I met my now husband.

But the thing I was having real trouble with was style. I wasn’t exactly a slim girl, but I was shapely, with amazing tits (although I wasn’t best enamoured with them at the start) and a wardrobe full of clothes your granny would wear. Thanks Mum, I’m not you. My clothes were all loose, covering me up, lowering my self-esteem even more than what happened in the rest of my teenage years did.

But by this point, I had a whole posse at uni, not just Melissa, and they were determined to help me find and hone my style. I’m not one for clothes shopping, but with a group on hand, we sometimes went out, trying on various things, using their experience and styles to make progress.

After years of crawling under a rock to hide from everyone, I wanted to break free, to be noticed. I had started by wearing tighter clothes, ones that didn’t hide the fact I was slightly larger than ideal, but the clothes I selected all showed off my curves superbly. I got a kick out of the positive response I received. Being noticed was wild!

On one of those shopping trips, we found a bra that dramatically emphasised my cleavage, and I bought that and a dress that took advantage of it. The cup fabric of this deep-plunge bra was also very thin, as was the fabric of the dress, so my nipples showed perfectly. I was advised to use ice to make them bigger to make absolutely sure they were on display, and I started doing this every time I went out.

Figure hugging clothes with monster cleavage and on display nipples was definitely the way to go, and I got a mega kick from showing off my tits, something I still get to this day. It was the first time I really began to love my tits. I know some women get upset when men talk to their cleavage instead of their face, but I love it and it just makes me happy.

Now, I’m not usually one for trends, but there was one trend that it was suggested would get me noticed even more. It was about ten years since camel-toe had first made it into the Urban Dictionary. What for a few years was a fashion faux pas went to being the height of teenage fashion, then looked down on, and then back into fashion again.

One of the poshest girls in the group showed me a pair of shorts in one of the shops that were pretty obscene if I’m honest. The briefest of try-ons showed their potential, but the full obscenity only showed later; the fabric pulled tight into my ass crack and a long way up my cunt, and I could arrange my flaps to make a fabulous camel-toe. I couldn’t wear panties under them, as it obscured the camel-toe, and as I was doubting the purchase, my posh friend said that if I bought and wore a pair, she would too.

In that same trip, one of the others showed me a top that stretched tightly across my tits, and with my deep-plunge bra, the straining of the buttons across my cleavage meant that a column of enormous gapes ran right down between my tits and with my iced nipples showing, it was a fabulous view.

Pair that with the obscene shorts, I had a killer outfit that hid nothing. This was a new slutty out there me, and I was a hit in the club we went to every week. My body was totally on show, everything visible and I’m not going to lie; it got me groped quite a bit, but I didn’t mind. I was seen, noticed, I was me.

And I fucking enjoyed the groping. Interestingly, whilst I was groped by men, I was groped far more by women. I can’t recall how many women I snogged, full on tongues, many of them resulted in mutual masturbation sessions in the seating booths or even right there on the dance floor. I didn’t know their names, I didn’t much care, I just loved the connections, the kissing, the groping, the orgasms.

It always happened the same way. A handful of ass or tit was grabbed, you were hauled from the crowd and up to another woman’s body, tits got squashed against each other, faces got close and tongues got pushed into each other’s mouths. No subtlety or finesse. Just a long hard snog with tongues exploring each other’s mouths and hands exploring each other’s bodies.

With two whole-hearted participants, hands inevitably headed cunt-wards, initially rubbing on the outside of the shorts; the thin fabric was rough and therefore provided a little friction on the rubbing, which only added to the sensation.

Sometimes that was enough, and focussed rhythmic rubbing right there on the dance floor, the odd rough kiss added, was enough to make a girl cum. The fabric of the shorts didn’t react well to cunt juices, and so, for the rest of the evening, I’d have a damp patch at the front of my shorts. Well, so would the other girl, and that was fine. And then the second girl that started masturbating you put her fingers to some wet fabric and she knew. Although she was normally the same. And wet fabric only emphasised the camel-toe, stickiness making sure the fabric stayed up your cunt.

Of course, sometimes, it wasn’t a quick wank on the dance floor that you were after. Sometimes you wanted to feel hand touch your flesh, finger fuck you, and so, guiding each other, you left the dance floor and headed to what were knows as the cubicles, U-shaped benched seating populated by kissing couples, normally on the way to wanking or giving blow jobs. Sometimes you had to wait, such was the popularity, and the cubicles invariably smelled of cum.

So, there you’d be, sitting in this cubicle, legs spread wide, your buttons undone to show your heaving cleavage to your new friend, obscene shorts round an ankle, whilst your new friend works your cunt with her fingers, targeting your clit quite viciously, rubbing on your cunt flaps and finger fucking you with two or three fingers. You could always see the focus on her face as she looks down at your cunt and the joy she was bringing to it. The good ones made you cum several times and then dropped to their knees and got under the table to lick you clean, and then once clean, it was time to swap places and reciprocate, and you’d end up with hands smelling of cunt and mouths tasting of it. A final hard kiss, swapping tastes as we went, and we’d part in search of the next cunt to wank, frequently to never see each other again after that night.

And often, in the same cubicle was Melissa, who, having seen the success my outfits were, got some of her own. She too had monster cleavage and a fabulous camel-toe, and had similar success with the women at the club. And every time, we had a cubicle session too. After all, molesting Melissa was the reason I started going clubbing.

The club was a bit like a cattle market, only the cattle picked each other. You weren’t fussy. Pretty much any woman who grabbed you was fair game, any cunt to be cherished for that short while, and of course, when we got back to uni, Melissa and I licked each other’s cunts out, not only to taste our juices, but because we’d publicly pissed on the way back up the hill and never dried our cunts.

Because despite all the groping, all the cunts, I was still hers and she mine.

I instigated as much grabbing and groping as I was grabbed and groped. Let’s face it, if I saw a woman in that club that I wanted to kiss or to make cum, I went for it. It’s why most of us were there, on show at the cattle market. I was rarely rejected, and I virtually never rejected anyone. Why would I?

I remember those nights with great fondness. I have no idea how many women I made cum, or how many made me cum. But it was a lot. And more importantly, I felt alive, I felt free. What with the clothes, the kissing, the groping and the care-free orgasms, both in the club and with Melissa, I felt that I was finally being me.

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.

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