Carla was bent forwards over the arm of her patio furniture, lit only by the moonlight. She was naked from the waist up, her tits hanging and gently swinging in anticipation of what was about to happen. Her skirt was up around her waist and her legs spread enough to have her cunt flaps visible and just a hint of ass pucker showing. She was ready.
I was lubing up a big dildo, which I had already put into the strap-on harness I was wearing. My body was feeling good, so it was ready. The dildo was nearly lubed, so it was nearly ready.
When we got home, I told Carla of my desire to fuck her outside, so Carla took me out into her back garden, lifted my skirt up, arranged me to allow her to lick my cunt and asshole. Despite the delay, she did get a little of my husband’s cum from my asshole, and she certainly got a load of the barman’s cum from my cunt, as she diligently and effectively cleaned me up, under clear moonlight. I’m sure we could have been seen, but there was no sign of movement nearby.
When she finally stopped licking me clean (having given me the couple of orgasms I didn’t have when my husband was ass fucking me earlier), I went inside and emerged a short time later with the strap-on gear on, which looked really good with my white stockings and suspenders. I was otherwise naked, my tits about to be swung around as I fucked her, me hoping for that feeling of aching from my swinging tits that signified they had been swung around a lot and viciously. I ordered Carla to strip apart from her skirt and arrange herself as I liked. In a frenzy, she did so, almost shivering with anticipation. So obviously, I lubed the dildo attached to me in the most sexual manner that I could, in her full view, licking my lips and almost masturbating it. She was shaking and whimpering. The build-up was exquisite. I just hope my body could survive the distance with the physical and vigorous fucking I had planned.
When the dildo was lubed to my satisfaction, I ordered her to spread her ass cheeks, revealing her quivering pucker to me. I’d fuck her cunt later, but first, her asshole would be mine. I squirted some lube onto it, the cold sticky liquid making her jump, and then I rubbed it in with a couple of fingers, firstly rubbing her pucker and then pushing the fingers in through her pucker. Another couple of squirts and she was ready, so I removed my fingers and replaced it with the dildo’s glans, rubbing it against her pucker as you would a real cock.
Her asshole was very welcoming and soon opened up and sucked in the glans. And then, gently but firmly and in one consistent movement, I pushed the dildo all the way in, until the balls mashed into her ass cheeks. She reared up a little, but pushed back as she would need to when I slammed it over and over.
As we paused in the moonlight, her asshole well filled, her tits swinging, she whispered, begged, pleaded to have her ass well fucked. I grabbed onto her hips, tightly using them for leverage, and then I started moving. I went from fully in to glans only in with every stroke, slamming the balls into her ass cheeks every time, the rhythm such that she was still trying to return her body to position when the next slam occurred.
I was cumming hard. Whenever I use a strap-on with my harness, I part my lips to allow my clit to rub on the dildo, and the action makes my clit rub continuously and it forces me to cum continuously for a bit anyway. But I’ve learned to both enjoy those long orgasms and continue fucking the poor recipients asshole. I really don’t think Carla knew, but I’ve cum like this enough to know to carry on as if I wasn’t.
Carla however wasn’t cumming yet but was getting noisier, so I hissed that she needed to shut the fuck up and take this vicious pounding like the sodomy slut that she is, yet be as quiet as a mouse. She tried to hold the sound back, but it was such a struggle, and that struggle, that focus on noise meant she lost focus on her orgasm, lost control of her orgasm and she came, almost instantly. As I continued the full length slams, she tried to regain control, and with it the noise increased again, so I spanked her ass cheek as best I could without losing rhythm and forcefully hissed “Quiet!” and in her confusion, she came again.
I’d stopped cumming by this point, and thus I could focus better on the rhythm, on the slams. As she started to get louder again, I let go of her hips and lent forwards a little. This reduced the length of the strokes, but allowed me to roughly grab one of her tits in each hand and maul them, squeezing, pulling, twisting. I felt how hard her nipples were, and when she was near cumming again, I let go of her tits, grabbed a nipple with each hand and twisted hard. She cried out, not in pain, but in the strength of the orgasm and the overwhelming nature of the bliss that washed over her.
I wanted to retain enough strength to strap-on fuck her cunt later, so I stopped there, us collapsing in a heap on the furniture, the dildo still buried balls deep in her asshole, my hand having a firm grip on her tits.
I felt the gentle throb is muscle ache in my tits, and that made me happy. My tits had been swinging well, and I love that.
I kissed her neck, telling her what a good little sodomy slut she was, and she giggled, like that schoolgirl again. This took me back to that pub and made me think of Rose, her poor asshole being fucked by my husband’s cock, enormous because he had the video of my fucking machine fuck still fresh in his memory.
I was broken from my daydream by a noise behind me. We both looked round to see a hedgehog snuffling round in the gloom. We rotated, with Carla’s ass still impaled on the dildo, and we sat, my hands regrabbing her tits, watching the hedgehog go about its business, the calmness in stark contrast with the frenzy of five minutes ago.
Once the hedgehog had gone, I began manhandling her tits again, squeezing and pulling at them, all the time, the dildo still being completely impaled in her ass. I whispered in her ear that my poor sodomy slut needed some anal cowgirl, and without acknowledging what I said, she set about rearranging us to allow to move as she needed to.
I can totally see why my husband loves cowgirl, as her tits bouncing up and down as her ass rode my strap-on dildo was mesmerising. I pawed at her tits a bit more, but was mostly absorbed by the rhythmic bouncing of her magnificent tits.
I held a finger out, so that with every bounce of her body, the tip of my finger brushed her uncovered clit. She wasn’t far from cumming again, my mouth reminding her that she wasn’t deserving of another orgasm. She was. She begged. She pleaded. She came.
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