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Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part Two)

16 March 2025 / / 2 Comments

I awoke to a sharp chill, aware that the quilt had been removed. I opened my eyes enough to see Tanya’s husband looking up and down my body. He started asking how I felt, whilst inspecting my messy body, parting my legs to look at my cum trashed cunt, before closing them and parting my ass cheeks, which were near the edge of the bed. He only had to move my body a few inches to get my ass right to the edge again, and he began lubing my asshole up, drooling on it to really demean me. All the men knew how to properly lube an asshole, and in no time at all, he was pressing his glans against my ass pucker for some sideways sodomy, my pucker slowly opening and my asshole sucking his glans in. He was only partially hard whilst doing this, but quickly hardened up as I sucked him in.

Soon, he was all the way in, and he grabbed my hip and waist to get a good hold and to emphasise his drive. Tanya’s husband doesn’t last long with anal, he gets too excited. And as he slammed in with all the force he could muster, his cock grew to stretch my asshole with each stroke. I think the noise I made as he overfilled my asshole finally did him in, and he grew again (almost too big), and then spewed cum into my asshole, then pulling out so the rest was sprayed over my asshole and ass crack. I already had loads of dried cum over my cunt and ass crack, what’s the difference with adding a load more? He was tender and kind with me before he left and I drifted off again. I had repeatedly done this during the day, as I wasn’t well, but was the allocated free-use woman to fuck for that day, as I am every Friday, and I was the one who came up with the rule that minor illness wasn’t enough to stop free-use. As I drifted off, I resolved to keep my stupid ideas to myself in the future (which we all know won’t happen), but was happy as I figured more cock would penetrate me later, as it always does on a Friday.

I woke up a while later, almost disappointed there was no man waiting to fuck me. I just about got myself downstairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass of squash to quench my thirst. As I was drinking it, Rose’s husband let himself in and found me in this state. Dress down off my tits and up leaving my cunt visible, covered in cum (as was my ass crack and asshole), with more cum dripping out of my cunt.

I knew that he would love to say something about my state, but he wasn’t allowed to. So, we ended up talking about me feeling ill, while with no sympathy at all, he arranged me over the kitchen sink, my tits tantalisingly close to being dunked in the washing-up water. His glans was pushed to my cummy cunt lips, rubbing cum up and down my crack before the glans pushed into my cunt. His strokes were very long, very deliberate. With each thrusting movement, my tits did dunk in the water, something I enjoy enormously.

The dunking and the cummyness added to the sensations in my cunt to start building another orgasm quicker than I expected. That orgasm broke, yet he didn’t slow down, didn’t break rhythm, as he treated my orgasm with disdain. I had no respite, as my orgasm started to build again immediately, this time mirroring the hardness and size of his cock. As his cock got enormous, I felt him place a hand in the small of my back, pushing on my back and making my tits stay in the water as he came, and then I did a few moments later. His first cum spurt was in me, and then he had his glans in the base of my ass crack, cock aimed up the crack and he emptied the rest of his load all up my ass crack, totally obscuring my ass pucker from view.

I was aware of another man behind me, and realised Rose’s husband was about to hand me off to Anna’s husband, the two men manoeuvring me across the kitchen and bending me over the table, my dripping tits pressed into the table, and my feet so much further apart. The two men spat on my cummy asshole, before lubing it and Anna’s husband’s cock up. Rose’s husband held my ass cheeks open, giving Anna’s husband perfect access to my asshole, which was at perfect cock height and I felt once again a glans pressing against my very cummy pucker.

With hands still holding my cheeks open, he pushed his cock so it was balls deep in my asshole. He then grabbed onto the top of my thighs and braced against me to drive his cock into my asshole at pace. It was already hard and girthy, but he was showing no signs of stopping, no signs of cumming. My body moved with every slam, taking every bit of cock that it could. There was a lovely monotony to the feeling, really accentuating the free-use vibe.

When finally he came, I didn’t get to feel the throb, as he pulled out and deposited his whole load all over my ass, a circular covering of cum, coating my cheeks, crack and pucker.

And then as soon as they were there, they disappeared, just leaving me there in a cummy mess bent over the kitchen table, too tired to move, no chance to cover up, no dignity left.

Some time later, I awoke, still bent over the table, to the sound of two voices, my husband’s and Anna’s. I heard a squelching noise, which sounded like lube and I then felt two more hands opening my ass cheeks and yet another glans pressing at my pucker.

As the cock pushed in, the two hands (which were Anna’s) kneaded at my ass cheeks, and soon, my husband was the latest man that day to fuck my asshole with all he could manage, his cock getting almost frighteningly large and hard. I heard kissing, him and Anna kissing, proper frenzied kissing like those first young love snogs, all the while he drove into my asshole, with a metronomic rhythm. I felt like I was in an almost trance-like state as the rhythmic penetration almost made me zone out. I came out of the trace to feel his cock get really hard, ready to cum hard, but I only felt one single pulse, as the rest of his cum was deposited on my ass.

I hadn’t cum, and I had barely felt him cum. It felt like free-use at its best.

As I lay there an even less dignified cummy mess, I heard Anna slurping on his cock, cleaning his cock up. I couldn’t be arsed to look – I just lay there in my messy cum covered glory.

I then heard them take pictures, Anna’s hands opening my ass cheeks or cunt and moving me to get a good view. He said I needed to see, and when I wasn’t ill and was horny, I looked. Wow, it was amazing. I was splattered with cum, strings of creamy cum decorating my cunt and ass. And the disconnect, the disregard, the use, the undignified way I ended up was delicious. It felt like it wasn’t me, even though I knew it was. It was unreal. It was marvellous.

After they took their pictures, Anna started cleaning me with her tongue, taking her time and cleaning every drop of cum from my body, getting her tongue right into my asshole and cunt to clear as much from there as possible (and giving my clit a workover and making me cum “by accident” in the process). Once I was externally cleared of cum, they carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed.

I later found out a few things about that day. Firstly, he had a discussion with me in the morning about me being free-used that day, and I had said, almost nonchalantly, that I’d take whatever they gave me. So he put that message on the group chat and that is what they did. When he finally tucked me into bed, he put a black heart on the chat, meaning I was out of bounds for the night. He fucked Anna that night, and he and Anna’s husband double penetrated her as well – cunt and ass swapping half way through. I slept. I’d been fucked enough.

To me, this was one of the best free-use sessions I’ve had to date. So much cock, so much cum, so much ignoring of my situation, so much indignity. I mean, I was plastered in cum and just fucked anyway by the next cock in line, each just adding more cum to the mess. The coordinated splattering with cum was just divine, I was fucked so much, I was used without regard, my situation ignored, my dignity ignored and I absolutely adored it.

The Leavers Ball (Part One)

7 December 2024 / / 0 Comments

I was only at university the first time for a single year. A combination of poor mental health and being too busy fucking both Melissa and my uni guy, and all those orgasm filled evenings in the nightclub, meant that I wasn’t making the progress academically that I needed to, and I took the pragmatic decision to leave university before doing my self-esteem any more damage.

That meant I was entitled to go the Leavers’ Ball, a lavish affair with the women in gowns and the men in tuxedos. I was entitled to take a partner, and I chose Melissa, as I was emotionally far closer to her than my uni guy. We blew a load of cash in acquiring these amazing silky flouncy gowns, with long gloves to finish off the look. Both our cleavages were on display, although our tits were well held in, something it turned out would be fairly useful.

The leavers’ ball was also to be our last evening together, as Melissa was flying home early the following morning, so we wanted to make it particularly special, one for us to remember.

The ball was a big multi-room affair, with a massive dance hall and loads of other rooms of activity inside and out, all raising money for the students’ union charity. What caught our attention was a tent outside, where there was an inflatable bungee-run. You know the thing – two lanes of inflatable with a bungee jumping cord attached. Whoever was in the lane ran until the cord snapped them back, pulling them off their feet and them flying backwards down the bungee lane. I’d never seen one before, but there was a big crowd round this and we wondered why. A woman in a lovely dress was being harnessed up, and then allowed to start to run.

The straps really emphasised her tits, the straps pulling the fabric of her gown tight around them and as she ran, they swayed from side to side in a mesmerising way. Clearly, a bra under a gown wasn’t going to give enough support for running. Then, only a few seconds later, the cord snapped her off her feet, her top half being pulled backwards, her legs pivoting towards the open end of the lane, and her dress flailing open, her legs apart and we all, for about a second, had a lovely view of her naked cunt. It briefly looked beautiful before being snapped out of view. Melissa saw too and I knew what the glint in her eye was all about: I had the same idea.

The woman in the next lane started to run too, her tits swaying even more than the first. She put up more of a fight against the bungee, but she too was snapped back, and she too revealed her naked cunt to the crowd. You could see why the crowd was there to watch, as woman after woman did the same. The odd one went through with panties (which were also nice to see, in particular, the woman whose tiny panties were pulled tight between her lips, seemingly emphasising them), but predominantly, it was naked cunt after naked cunt. Melissa and I put our names down, just standing in the crowd taking our panties off. Melissa thought we should swap panties as a souvenir of the night (I still have them!) and then we set about watching swinging tits and naked cunts until our turn arrived.

Whilst I was waiting, I thought how pleased I was that I had taken the time to trim my pubes before we came. I wanted to be tidy in case Melissa ended up licking me out, but now, it meant that the crowd would also see a nice tidy Mira.

It was about half an hour and twenty cunts later that it was my turn. The harness really did emphasise my tits, pulling the gown tight against my body, and as I ran, the effect of the harness was to make the top half of my body swing from side to side, therefore exaggerating the swinging of my tits. All too soon, the cord snapped me back, my legs swinging forwards and naturally swinging apart, displaying my cunt for the adoring crowd, even if only for a second.

Over the next couple of hours, we did it another twice each, before deciding we couldn’t do that all night and that we needed to move on to something else.

We roamed the buildings looking in the various rooms at activities, joined in some of them for a bit, before we decided to sit in the rose garden doing proper frenzied tongues kissing and a fair bit of groping with our hands. I’d honestly have fucked her right there, but we thought better of it and thought we ought to find a room to fuck in instead.

We looked for a bit, finding lots of locked rooms and ones with non-sexual activities, but eventually we found a few odd people going into a room that wasn’t on the list of rooms with activities. We were hopeful as we poked our heads through the door. What we saw was a dozen couples engaged in various sexual activities, some men and women couples, some all men and some all women. The air in the room was full of the smell of orgasm and cum, so these occupants clearly weren’t the first.

There were seven women bent over tables, five of them had a cock in their cunts, the other two had a cock in their asses. I was somewhat mesmerised by the latter, as I knew of anal sex at this point, but had never seen it before, and certainly had never done it. They made it look so easy.

I heard a series of smacks, as one of the men had stopped penetrating his woman, had stepped back and was bringing his hand into sharp contact with her round wobbling ass, before plunging his cock into her cunt again. Her cunt stayed open when he withdrew and just took his cock right in there when he drove in.

One of the women started screaming as her body tensed up, shortly before her man stopped his motion and I could see the tell-tale sign of the muscles across his ass tensing, meaning he was filling her cunt with cum. They got up to leave soon afterwards, her adjusting her dress to make herself presentable. Now I could see her face, I realised that I had seen her do the bungee run already and knew she was pantyless, so she’d have a dripping cunt for the rest of the night now. Dreamy!

They were replaced by another couple, the woman bending over the table, the man lifting her skirt up over her head, pulling her panties aside and plunging his already fairly hard cock into her cunt in one slick movement. She must have been well lubricated already. Maybe he’d been playing with her cunt elsewhere, or maybe she was just that excited.

One of the other five couples were men, one bent over the table having his asshole reamed by the other. It was relentless. It was strong. It was a feast for the eyes, particularly for a fairly sheltered bi girl like I was.

The other four couples were women, and Melissa and I had every intention of being the next lesbian couple fucking there. But in the meantime, we could enjoy watching those already there, those already fucking, those already cumming, excited by the visuals, the smell, and the knowledge that we’d be next.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part Two)

10 November 2024 / / 2 Comments

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.

Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part Two)

19 September 2024 /

Kate was rubbing my now husband’s cock through his trousers, whilst trying to suck his tonsils out and clean his teeth with her tongue. When she thought his cock was hard enough, she broke away from the kiss, leaning back a little to look at him, still rubbing his covered cock whilst he played with her nipples. With her other hand, she stroked down the side of his face. Almost ashamed to say it, she whispered “I’m a virgin”. He leant in, gently kissed her, then leant out and said in a soft and gentle voice that she wouldn’t be for much longer and that her cherry would belong to him. She smiled. That was all she wanted to hear.

She got up out of her chair, gently pushed him backwards onto the bed and started undoing his belt. As she unzipped his fly, his cock sprang out, hard to the touch. She grabbed hold of it with both hands, rubbing them up and down his length (making him get harder with every stroke), before leaning in, making her tits swing away from her body and sway tantalisingly as she moved. She opened her mouth a little, then in one steady motion, she pushed her mouth down over his cock, her lips ending up nudging at his balls.

She had never had a cock in her mouth before, but she had seen girls do it at parties, so she had a decent idea. Running her mouth up and down his cock, with not just her lips surrounding it, but her fingers forming loops around it and working up and down as her mouth was nearly empty. He got very hard very quickly, and she suddenly had a panic that he was about to cum in her mouth. She’d do that soon, but today, she wanted him to cum in her virgin cunt.

She released his cock and clambered onto him, lifting the showy skirt up to reveal her cunt to him for the very first time. He noted her pantyless state and she was glad she had taken the trouble to shave her pubes into a very neat and precise triangle (and to clear her armpits, which she felt was important for the impact of the hair brushing).

She gave him a few seconds to stare longingly at her cunt, before she finished her repositioning, her right hand grabbing at his cock whilst her left steadied herself on the bed. She always wanted her first fuck to be cowgirl, and this was perfect.

She felt him lift the front of her skirt up, and she held onto his shaft and rubbed his glans against her cunt lips, spreading his pre-cum out across the exposed parts of her cunt. She loved that sticky feeling, but almost immediately, his glans nudged into the right place, and she was able to slide her body right down his cock. Oh, it felt so good to finally have a cock inside her, and she was looking forward to feeling him cum.

As he held up her skirt to enjoy the view of her cunt being impaled by his vertically standing cock, her pert unleashed hanging tits were moving rhythmically. She let go of his cock and put a hand on either side of their bodies and started sliding up and down, increasing speed a little as she gained confidence.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long. She had him really worked up, but she was in a position where his cock was rubbing up and down the top of her cunt, a glans rub that he knew was likely to bring her to orgasm imminently. He was just willing her to not change positions, and she didn’t, her body tensing not many seconds later. Here was her first cock induced cumming, and he lifted his hips off the bed to carry on the strokes, as she had stopped moving almost as soon as she started to cum. His little strokes kept the orgasm coming, whilst as soon as her body relaxed, he thrust in deep and she felt his cock spurting cum into her several distinct times.

She looked very happy, as she sat on him, cock slightly softening, but still buried in her cunt. After his cock shrank sufficiently, she climbed off, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her face down towards his cock. She got the idea; his cock, which was coated in their combined juices, was soon back in her mouth, her tongue cleaning their taste off his cock and her mouth and fingers slowly bringing his cock back to life. Over and over, she ran her mouth down and up, her fingers following close by. Towards the end, her mouth and tongue were starting to ache, but it was worth it, as that magnificent cock was getting back to peak hardness. She wondered if he had any cum left. She had to find out.

By rubbing the tip of her tongue down the underside of his shaft, she seemed to be able to milk a tiny pearl of precum out with every stroke. She liked the taste of precum, even more than the taste of their combined juices.

But obviously, he decided enough was enough as he gently slid her mouth off his cock. Then he got off the bed and manoeuvred her round, her ass now being in the centre of the bed and her lying down on her back on it. He climbed onto the bed, repeatedly kissing between her nipples (her glorious tits were still pert and hadn’t disappeared into her body) and her mouth. She found his cock again with her hand and began working it up and down with looped fingers. She didn’t want him to lose any of that hardness.

He helped by folding back the front of her skirt, to reveal her cunt to him once again. Now, the poor innocent girl was about to get one of his hard fucks, and with him having cum already, he knew it would be long and physical. He didn’t think she realised how long he would be able to last. She’d soon find out.

He sat up and rubbed his glans against her sticky, slightly shuddering cunt lips, and pushed past them with ease pushing in as far as he could get. She gasped as she felt his cock in further than it ever had been, and he gently kissed her before starting long strokes in and out, each time pushing in a little harder, until eventually he had built up a good speed and was slamming deep in full flight. Her gasps had morphed into screams as the speed built up, and her face had gone from amazement and pleasure to a gritted teeth determination to hang in there. She didn’t want this over too quickly, yet she knew she was close. His cock felt so hard and so big, and his speed and thrust showed no sign of reducing. But her control of her orgasm was fading, and she knew she was mere moments away. She decided to squeeze on his cock, using her muscles to tighten around his cock. As the dam broke on her orgasm, she involuntarily clamped down hard on his cock, and that was all he could take. She felt the throb of his cock again and again as he squirted cum even deeper in her cunt. So, he did have more, and she started to fear she had already become addicted to it. Losing her cherry, feeling a man cum in her, hadn’t sated her appetite at all – in fact, it made her want cum more.

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