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Our First Couple Swap (Part Two)

7 February 2022 /

Sara was a really great kisser, as I had already found out, and my husband was finding out now. They kissed for ages, before they broke off and he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. I gasped in delight as she was pantyless and still totally devoid of hair. Her ample tits were held in place by a substantial, but somewhat see-through bra. My husband stepped back to have a good view, then stepped forwards again, placing a hand behind her hair to guide her mouth to his, whilst placing his other hand down to her cunt and started working it, running his fingers round her folds and clit, before starting to gently finger fuck her.

I felt her husband’s cock getting hard against my lower back, and I looked up to see her husband mesmerised by the display. I was getting pretty moist at the display too, knowing my turn would come soon enough.

In amongst the kissing, Sara was gently moaning with pleasure. My husband took his hand from behind her head and lowered it to unclasp her bra. She had to squirm a little to get out of the bra, without breaking the kiss or allowing his hand to leave her cunt. But she did it and stood in front of him totally naked. She began unbuttoning his clothes, discarding them one by one, until he was left in only his thong, which was straining to contain his hardening cock.

He held her tight to squash her tits into his chest as they continued to kiss. He loves having tits squashed against his chest, so I knew they would linger like that for a while, but Sara put her hand down to his barely enclosed cock and started rubbing it. It was already pretty hard, but it noticeably grew under her ministering.

She was clearly ready for cock, as she slipped his thong off and guided them round and a couple of steps to a chaise, which she gracefully lay back on, her head slightly raised on a cushion. He knelt down between her legs on the end of the chaise and stroked her cunt a few times with the tip of his cock.

This self-assured, sassy, confident woman was feebly begging for his cock, and she was gasping as he put his glans touching her warm and inviting folds. From his fingers, he knew how wet she was, so he just confidently and smoothly pushed the full length of his cock into her cunt, making her moan with pleasure. He then started full length strokes, making her rear up with each drive in, and making her moan with disappointment at each pull out. His rhythm was constant, but slow, quick enough to keep her excited, but slow enough to stop him exploding immediately. She was putty in his hands, and he had her exactly where he wanted her: surrounding his cock and begging for more.

He sped up ever so slightly, and that got a whole new level of moaning. I heard her husband whisper “She’s near”, reminding me that he really was manipulating my tits and making me realise he was a fair bit rougher with them than when he started. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see her cum.

And cum she did, very soon after my thought. She was loud crying out, and then looked a little surprised when he carried on his rhythm. He hadn’t cum yet, and I knew he thought he’d wring another one out of her.

Her cries were getting louder as he was getting faster, and just as she cried out and shuddered with another massive orgasm, I saw my husband’s ass cheeks clench as he was firing more cum into her.

Whilst his cock was still motionless in her cunt, he leant down to kiss her. Her serious “being fucked” face gave way to a massive smile and twinkle in her eye.

As he climbed off her, her husband stroked my hair and asked me if I wanted to share a creme pie. Did I ever, and, as my husband sat recovering from his exertion, her husband and I knelt between her legs and took turns licking at her cunt. Her natural taste was delightful, then she sat up to help his cum slide down her cunt and into our eager waiting mouths.

With a mouthful of cum, her husband lent over and kissed me, using moving the cum backwards and forwards between our mouths, before he left it in mine, and I swallowed. He swallowed his share next time, and we spent quite a while cleaning his wife’s cunt with our mouths.

After we had finished, she settled down in my husband’s arms, with him finally getting to play with those majestic tits, as they watch her husband and I make a start.

He kissed me deeply, but then stepped back to remove my clothes. He clearly wanted me naked quickly, as he discarded my clothes, then gently pushed me back onto the chaise.

Standing tall over me, he stripped off, his rock-hard cock springing out from his boxers. I licked my lips as I saw it, and he leant down and started to kiss me, his hard cock nudging at my cunt flaps, but not entering even a millimetre. He was such a tease as we kissed deeply for a long time, tongues jousting and his cock nudging. I was so ready for this, especially as I was worked up watching Sara and my husband.

I so enjoyed kissing him. Was a dream come true in itself, but it was his cock I wanted, and I got it sooner than I expected, as he started nudging his way in whilst still kissing me.

And when he got it all the way in, he stopped his motion, kissed me, then pushed up off my chest into a good position from which he could drive. His cock felt enormous, and I realised it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. The visual feast and teasing me was all too much for him, and he was about to spew cum. I’d have to wait for a long slow fuck (but we had a week, so I wasn’t worried), for now, I just had to hold on as he powerfully drove into me, slamming hard in at the end of every drive, inching me up the chaise with every stroke.

The look on his face was determination, to maintain rhythm and to hold on, and I have to admit, I was expecting him to explode quicker than he did. But all too soon, he slammed into me one last time and I felt his cock spew into me. A quick flick of my clit with his finger tipped me over the edge and I orgasmed at the same time. It felt like I was filled up with his cum, and as he climbed off, Sara and my husband took their place between my legs to share the creme pie.

And when they had cleared my cunt, we all relaxed into conversation, still all naked with Sara and me entwined in each other’s arms. What a way to start our stay. But my thoughts as we lay there was all on asses, and the filling they’d take over the next week, and I couldn’t get that thought that my husband might finally feel a real cock in his ass out of my head. I was focussing so much on that that I forgot what two simultaneous cocks can do for a girl. I soon remembered though!

Our First Couple Swap (Part One)

31 January 2022 /

Fucking other people, watching others fuck, and having others watch us fuck are all scenarios that take time and effort to put in place, they take patience and sometimes a little bit of luck. You have to pick up on signs and then drop hints in plausibly deniable ways, most of which are just laughed off or not even spotted.

But occasionally, you drop hints, and they get a positive response, and they get people thinking or even flirting, and something wonderful comes of it. A few months ago, we had an invitation to stay with Sara and her husband, something that might have meant that a potential couple swap I’d been working on for a couple of years might actually happen. Or it might not. We tried to not get too hopeful.

We thought Sara and her husband were out of our league as they are both beautiful people well known in their field. We had never done anything socially with them, so the invitation was out of the blue. It could have been innocent and just that she had heard we were still without a permanent home, but she and I had some flirty sexual discussions a while ago (albeit in a plausibly deniable manner), so there was a teeny chance something would happen. I’ve known Sara’s husband since 2018 and was lucky enough to attend a few masterclasses run by Sara in 2019. In a professional sphere filled by egotistical and arrogant people, these two genuine people have gravitated together and have a wonderful marriage.

Sara is one of the very few people I’ve ever met that is truly drop dead gorgeous. It doesn’t matter what she wears, from a shimmering figure-hugging dress for a performance right through to jeans and a crop top, she looks fabulous. She has long jet-black hair, a really cute almost pixie like face, an ass big enough to fill out a pair of jeans, but small enough to be stunningly shapely under a shimmering dress, and her tits are sizable (although not as large as mine), with a killer cleavage.

Her husband is quite cute too and is mesmerising when he is performing. I joked with my husband how I wanted to fuck Sara’s husband, and my husband said he’d happily fuck Sara if I could sort a swap, and the seed I planted with her was somewhat grabbing an opportunity that presented itself.

Sara, me and one other woman were in a masterclass, and by this point, Sara and I knew we were on the same wavelength and had really clicked. Well, this other woman popped out for a drink, and Sara quickly took advantage of us being alone and started pulling up her dress, moaning how uncomfortable her panties were and how she was going to take them off for the rest of the day. As the dress was fairly tight, she had to pull the dress right up to her waist to get to her panties, and in the process, she gave me a good long flash of her cunt. I felt my cunt go moist as I had a tantalising look at her quivering cunt absolutely devoid of hair. All too soon, her cunt was gone, and she was straightening up her dress so that the other woman wouldn’t know.

Sara asked me why I was licking my lips (which I didn’t realise I was doing), and I just said, “Juicy cunt”, just as the door opened. Nothing else was said during that session, although I did think Sara was looking just a little mischievous and a little smug, and my mind was running wild for the rest of the session. After the session was finished and the other woman had left, I was helping Sara pack up, when she came out in a very blunt way asking me what I’d do with her juicy cunt?

That was one of those moments to roll the dice, so I was honest and told her I really wanted to taste the sweet nectar coming from her juicy cunt, and I knew I could make her cum like a train if she wanted. Her eyes said she did, and I added that my husband would like to fuck her too, and we might even be able to persuade her husband to get involved as well. It didn’t faze her, in fact, she seemed quite excited by the ideas.

But it all went quiet through the lockdowns. I thought the idea had slipped away until we got the message a few months back about staying. We gladly accepted, as even the slightest off chance of doing something sexual with them was worth pursuing.

We were left in limbo for about a week, not knowing if anything sexual was on the cards or not, until I got another message. This message left us in no doubt. It was asking us about contraceptives and STD testing “as we’re not used to doing this sort of thing”. Handily, like me, Sara had a Mirena coil, so that dealt with the contraception and an agreed slew of tests in the few days before we arrived would deal with the rest.

But this, to me, was even greater than another cunt to taste and another cock to ride. Ever since I had started pegging my husband, I have wanted him to feel a real cock cumming in his ass. I just wanted him to know how different it felt. Obviously, I’ve had plenty of both real cock and dildo in my ass, and they are very different, so just the once, I’d like him to know what it felt like. Ages ago when we went through the list of all the men we knew to find out which ones my husband would be happy to be anally fucked by, Sara’s husband was one of the few on the list. I was too scared to seriously bring up the possibility of the two men fucking, but I was desperate for it to happen.

I had to put it out of my mind as we arrived, as I had new cunt and cock to enjoy. It still feels quite strange to arrive at someone’s house knowing you are there to fuck. What was even stranger was that we didn’t know if we would get started that very evening, or whether it would be days away. I was so worked up before I arrived that I was likely to explode if it wasn’t that night.

Sara opened the door in a shimmering red dress, one that screamed sex goddess. I had picked my little black dress with the incredible cleavage. Sara directed her husband outside to help mine bring in our luggage, and as they returned with the first bags, they found us in a tight embrace with a long and tonguy kiss. I remember her husband distantly remarking that that didn’t take long.

When we finally stopped kissing, we went inside to chat in the kitchen whilst the men finished unloading our bags, after which they joined us, and we all settled in. The sexual tension was massive, until eventually Sara’s husband broke and pulled out a coin. He asked my husband to call heads or tails, to decide which one of them was going to fuck first. My husband won, and so, I settled down in Sara’s husband’s arms, with him rubbing and squeezing my clothed tits as my husband stood in front of Sara and started kissing her. All those hints, all that hope, and it was actually coming true, and very soon, Sara was going to be impaled on my husband’s cock.

Which One Of Them Is Going To Suck His Cock First? (Part Two)

12 January 2022 /

Val thought she could tease him for quite a lot longer and was out to make him last as long as possible, to extend this ritual cock sucking for as long as she could manage. She seemed to know when her good friend at university (and my now husband) was nearing cumming and was able to back off.

Debbie wasn’t holding back though and seemed to be masturbating herself with her fingers as much and as vigorously as she could. He thought her fingers might tire, but she showed no sign of it. This was clearly a woman used to long masturbating sessions, and here she was using her two friends as wank fodder, as visual porn to aid her fingers. He counted five strong orgasms for Debbie before Val lost control of his cock. Actually, Val was annoyed. She got distracted with Debbie’s orgasms and missed a pulse from her friend’s cock, and once he began pumping copious amounts of cum into her mouth, there was no stopping him, and all she could do was run the end of her tongue up and down his shaft to extract every ounce of cum there was.

As she felt him finish pulsating and his cock starting to soften, she pulled her mouth off his cock and crawled over to Debbie, who had stopped wanking at the realisation that he was about to cum in his friend’s mouth. Without any hesitation, they leaned together and properly snogged, tongues flying and cum being transferred back and forth between their mouths.

When they had finished, they each showed him a mouthful of cum before swallowing it and showing him their empty mouths, licking their lips as they did so. It was very sexy and had he not just cum, he would have cum right there at the hotness of these two women kissing and sharing his cum.

They both sat there with their tits out for the rest of the time they were in his room, seemingly without a care or any embarrassment. None of them could stop looking at the amazing tits around them, and both girls really seemed to like it.

After they left, he couldn’t help thinking about the following day and the prospect of Debbie doing the sucking. He still couldn’t quite believe it. Val really had sucked his cock, and he drifted off to sleep dreaming about getting his hands on their perfect tits, of sucking on those pert nipples, and maybe just maybe filling their cunts too.

The following morning was weird. He saw them both in lectures, and not a word was said. Val was comparatively conservatively dressed (for her) and therefore gave him no hint of the wonderous tits he was staring at yesterday. Debbie gave him a hint and that just ratcheted up his anticipation.

But before he could get his hands on their tits, he knew what would have to happen, that he would have Debbie’s mouth enveloping his cock. The anticipation of her tongue on his shaft, her hands round his balls, her tits wobbling as her mouth extracted another big load of cum, made the waiting unbearable, and yet, they got to evening mealtime and he had heard nothing. But as they were tucking into their cheesecake, they made it clear that his cum would be their second dessert.

And before long, they were back in his room, Debbie was on her knees, fabulous fleshy tits out and very much on display again. Val had her tits out too and her hand was down her skirt, starting work on her own cunt as Debbie started on his cock.

Debbie was particularly mean with her mouth, infrequently having his cock fully in her mouth, instead focussing on sucking his balls and running and extended tongue up and down his shaft. She was torturing him, but he realised it wasn’t about him, it was about being more stylish than Val, dragging it out longer than Val, making him cum harder than Val, and this was the first sign of a competitive streak between the women when sex was involved. Not nasty, but competitive, nonetheless.

His cock was so hard that it was almost going straight up. His breathing was getting shorter and yet she was still delaying the inevitable as much as she could. Val realised that her losing control of his cock had cost her, and Debbie was still perfectly in control, despite Val’s best efforts to distract Debbie with her noisy and hard orgasms (as Val herself was distracted yesterday). Debbie wasn’t being distracted from her mission, and she kept him right on the edge for a length of time that impressed Val. But even Debbie’s control of his cock slipped, and Debbie realised when he was about to cum, so she slid her tongue up his shaft and gently slipped her mouth over his glans.

Val saw his cock pulsating and Debbie felt a river of smooth white sticky cum flow into her mouth. She applied a couple of hand strokes just to extract every last drop, and then let his softening cock slip out of her mouth before going over to Val for the sharing, showing and swallowing ritual.

After licking their lips, the two women sat with their tits majestically out, watching his cock soften. Val asked him what he thought of their efforts, and he had nothing but praise, but it soon became clear to the girls that he was regretting not getting near their tits.  So, a quick game to Topless Paper Scissors Stone to decide the order, and he was allowed to work on all four tits one by one, for thirty minutes each.

In a flurry of activity, he grabbed and squeezed each tit, bringing the nipple to his mouth, where he sucked, squeezed, and gently bit on each one, as well as running his tongue round and round the nipple and tweaking at the nipple with his fingers.

For two solid hours, he was working these four magnificent tits, and clearly the women enjoyed it, remarking how good his tongue was.

And on several occasions whilst he was working on a tit, his cock got hard, and he felt the other woman’s mouth enrobe his cock and gently suck away. He was all cummed out, and that was OK, as it allowed the women longer to suck on his cock.

But all too soon, each tit had received its thirty-minute workout and they were all siting round chatting again like friends, only friends with tits and cock out, friends with a shared secret, friends who had enjoyed each other’s bodies. None of them put their respective parts away before the women got up to leave for the evening, a perfect end to a magnificent couple of days.

After they left, his thoughts turned to what to do next. Their tits were divine, their cock sucking was fabulous, yet he wanted more. In his head, he decided on some goals. He wanted to watch them masturbate each other. That would be hot. He wondered again if it had already happened. He vowed to find out. He vowed to make them make each other cum. But most of all, he wanted their cunts. He wanted to taste their cunts, he wanted to fill their cunts. For the first time since Anya, he just needed some cunt, and he couldn’t decide which, and he didn’t need to decide which. He vowed to have both. He realised he might fail, but he wanted to set himself a target to stop himself letting the opportunity slip away.

He spent the rest of the day thinking about three cunts; one he was intimately knowledgeable about, two more he hoped to be soon.

Which One Of Them Is Going To Suck His Cock First? (Part One)

6 January 2022 /

My now husband was amused by the discussion taking place in front of him. He was in his university room, seven weeks into his first year, and his two best university female friends were discussing which one of them should suck his cock first; not in a nasty argumenty way, but in a slightly piss-taking getting one up on the other kind of way. He assumed that neither of them was actually going to suck his cock, but it was amusing nonetheless, and his cock was twitching with excitement.

Whilst many men saw going to university as an opportunity for sex, he didn’t (being demisexual although he didn’t know it), instead setting out to make some good friends and to have a blast!

On the first night, he went to the bar to escape the disaster zone that was his room and met some people that night he stayed friends with, two of them were women, and over the next week or so, both turned into close friends. Debbie was a rugby player who didn’t have an ounce of fat on her, and who had thighs so hard he was sure she could crack walnuts. She used to say that the only thing that wobbled on her was her tits, and she had big tits and had a big personality to go with them. Val was almost the opposite, a petite blonde with gorgeous shimmering waist length blonde hair, who was tiny in every other dimension, apart from her sizable (for her frame) tits. She could have any man in the place (and probably most of the women), and she knew it, but despite that, she was actually a lovely person.

That night, he wondered if he’d ever fuck either of them, and indeed wanked at the thought. But he made a conscious choice that he wasn’t going to be one of those lecherous or predatory types. He was more interested in being friends than fucking, and he started the term in that way.

The two girls had clearly noticed him not hitting on them, as after a good few weeks, the three of them were in a bar talking and they brought up him never trying it on. He told them why he was happy with being friends, how he was happy thinking about his hundred fucks with Anya, and how he wasn’t really interested in one-off fucks and if he decided to fuck someone, he would want to do it lots over time.

They seemed happy with the explanation, and yet, a week later, they were trying to decide which of them was going to suck his cock first. He doesn’t really remember what happened to start the discussion, or how or why they started trying to one-up each other to decide. Indeed, he hadn’t given any indication he wanted either of them to suck his cock. He did obviously, but they ought really to have checked. After a little while, the one-upmanship died down and they ended up looking at him expectantly, Val asking him which one of them had made the better arguments, which one did he want to suck his cock first?

He wasn’t the most experienced at this point, but he knew not to make that choice, as he liked both women and ultimately wanted to fuck each of them. So, he summarised the arguments, and said it was tough. They nodded in agreement, but still clearly expected him to choose.

He began to wonder if they meant it. Was one of them actually about to suck his cock? Would the other do it some other time? He realised he needed to take this seriously, as he did want his cock sucked by these two lovely ladies, but he realised if he didn’t mess this up, this could be so much more.

They were looking at him expectantly. He decided to gamble a little and explained to them exactly how he wanted their blow jobs done; tits on display, demurely looking into his eyes as they did it, balls in on the action too, showing the cum in their mouth, sharing with the other woman in a sloppy but tonguy kiss, both show him the cum in their mouths, then swallow and show him their empty mouths.

He insisted they did it this way, and he thought Debbie was about to complain, but Val agreed (possibly too eagerly), and therefore so did Debbie. He had wondered if these two women had done anything sexually together. They might have done, but he did wonder if Val agreeing quickly meant that she fancied some action with Debbie, or did she just want his cock?

He decided to save his neutrality, and suggested they make the decision by Topless Paper Scissors Stone. Best of 5 games, with 5 hands in each game. The women agreed, and quite unceremoniously removed their tops and bras. What wonderous tits they were, but he felt he couldn’t reach out and touch them yet. Oh, their tits: how he dreamed of their tits. He missed playing with tits. His cock betrayed how much he wanted to.

And so, the game went on, each time they did the pump before displaying their hand, their tits were an amazing display of rhythmic wobbling, which carried on for some seconds after they showed their hand.

And after much tit wobbling, it inevitably game down to the final hand in the final game. His cock was very hard, in the expectation of soon being encased in a lovely moist mouth, being run up and down by an inquisitive tongue.

Val won. With a triple rock. Debbie was annoyed, as she overthought her response. Val comforted her a little, telling her she would be sucking his cock tomorrow, but she did look just slightly smug.

Val got him to stand up, and she removed his trousers, folding them and placing them on the bed. Much to his surprise and amazement, she was actually going to suck on his cock. She tugged down his pants and did the same, leaving his cock standing to attention waving in her face. She sat on the floor, arranging her skirt around her, then looked up into his eyes, channelling as much demureness as she could manage. She gently took hold of his cock in her left hand, bringing the tip to her mouth for a gentle kiss, each time she looked at his cock, she returned to looking at his eyes.

But she soon began to focus more on his cock, running her tongue up and down it, occasionally encasing it in her mouth, cupping his balls in her hand and working them. He took his eyes off her and looked at Debbie, who was not looking away from Val working his cock. Debbie had her hand down the front of her shorts, clearly working in her own cunt with her fingers.

He looked back down at Val, who was clearly teasing him. She was going to drag this out as long as she could, as she was doing one of her favourite things, and something she was bloody good at.

They heard Debbie cry out a little, and both looked round, to see her with her eyes closed and her body jolting as clearly, she had made herself cum. As she opened her eyes, she knew that her two friends had seen her orgasm, but she didn’t care, and she didn’t stop working her cunt.

His cock was getting harder and harder, and it was only a matter of time before Val had her mouthful of cum. She had no idea how much longer she could tease him and yet not have him cum, but she liked a challenge.

What To Do In A Friend’s Potting Shed

8 November 2021 /

My husband and I were round a friend’s house and had a few minutes while our host was preparing some food. She insisted we left her to it and suggested we wander round the garden. Towards the bottom of the garden was a potting shed, which my husband saw as an opportunity, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me into it.

He embraced me closely and we started kissing, our tongues entwined, and he held me closely, our tongues probing each other’s mouths and his hands exploring my tight skirt covered ass.

I’d been horny since before we got there. Oh, I needed him in my cunt. We didn’t have long, I just needed to feel him inside me.

As we broke the kiss, I looked right and saw a worksurface liberally covered in compost. I turned right and bent very slightly over, my ass sticking out towards him. I felt his hand in the small of my back trying to push me over onto the surface, but I told him to stop, as I didn’t want to explain soil stains on my clothes. But rather than stop, he just took off my blouse and then pulled my tits up out of my bra, leaving my tits resting on the bra, but visible. Then his hand re-appeared in the small of my back, and he nudged me over, burying in my bare tits and bra in the compost. The feeling of the compost was slightly tickly against my skin, the feeling distracting me so much that I didn’t register my skirt dropping to the floor around my ankles.

I must have been such a sight, as I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my quivering cunt. I was so worked up that didn’t care if our friend saw us. This was dealing with a raw and animal need.

My tits were pressing into the compost as his cock was pressing into my cunt, nudging past my lips. He was so hard, and I needed to feel his full hardness inside me so much.

Each time he pushed in and pulled out, my tits and bra moved over the compost with a slightly abrasive feeling, as well as some of the compost moving under the pressure of my motioning tits, including some attaching itself to my fleshy orbs and bra.

After his cock was fully buried in my cunt, and a few strokes to increase his size, he carried on with the strokes as he placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me off the compost covered surface. I thought he had decided I’d been composted enough, but no. Instead, he got me to brush all the compost into the middle (whilst continuing to fuck me), then he pushed my tits and bra back down into the pile of compost. I was starting to get hot too, so more of the compost was sticking to my tits.

But I was lost in the motion, my senses engulfed in hands, hard cock, compost, bench, and fully aware there was a window facing out that we could be seen through. Bit late to check, but we were hidden, and so fine.

I felt him getting harder and harder, and knew he was about to cum. He was holding on for dear life, trying to make this quickie fuck last as long as he could. He wasn’t trying to make me cum. He knew me well enough to know that if I was going to have compost covered tits whilst I had a meal, I would need to still be horny, I’d need to be denied an orgasm (until later at least). So, he wasn’t even trying. What I needed, not what I wanted.

And then he mostly pulled out of my cunt and almost immediately began to spew his cum just inside my lips. So now I was going to be in a mess all evening too, with cum slipping out of my cunt as well as compost over my tits and inside my bra.

And I fucking loved it. He knew exactly what he had to do to get me going, and compost covered tits, cum slipping out of my cunt and no orgasm was certainly going to keep me on heat all through the meal.

I felt his cock stop touching my cunt and I heard him putting his cock away. I didn’t move. My breathing was heavy, and my tits were still moving on and through the compost with each one of those heavy breaths. I felt him lift my skirt up off the floor, wiggle it over my ass and get it roughly in position. Then he helped me up, and for the first time, I saw the mess we had made. Compost all over the floor and other places. He turned me round as I did up my skirt, and he stood admiring my compost covered tits. There was a light dusting on the outside of my bra, but nothing compared to the decent amount stuck to my warm tits.

But to heighten my feelings that little bit more, he lifted up my right tit from off its bra top platform, put a handful of compost into the bra cup, then loaded the tit into it, repeating the same with the other one.

As he pulled the bra into position, I adjusted everything to make myself look as it was before, and then did up my blouse (without clearing the light dusting of compost off the outside of my bra). He delicately brushed a little loose compost from the top of my tits and then tidied my hair up, as it was a bit messy (for some reason).

Then, we went back to the house for dinner, all the time I had cum oozing from my freshly fucked cunt and compost in my bra, reminding me of my fuck, and keeping me on edge waiting for an orgasm. I suspect our friend probably knew but was polite enough to not say anything. Once she saw the state of her potting shed, she’d know for definite.

And when we got home, my skirt was removed and I was spanked for dropping compost in the taxi, and then spanked again for dropping compost at home, and only then did he strip the top half of my body and brush the compost off my tits. I wanted a shower, but as my cunt was messy with cum oozing out, I knew I wouldn’t get one that night. I’d be all night with a messy cunt and crotch, so I made sure he was meticulous in brushing off the loose compost before I spread any more round our home.

And then he took me into the kitchen and bent me over the kitchen sink, my tits dunking in the water in my favourite position. But instead of me getting more cock, he applied a wand to my cunt and told me to wash my tits in the water they were being dunked in. It isn’t easy to focus on washing tits whilst being bent over and having a wand punish your already sensitive and needy cunt, and all too soon, I came, but he didn’t move the wand (even for a second), as I hadn’t finished my task. I had another orgasm before I was done and was well on my way to a third when I declared my tits as clean and he replaced the wand with his rock-hard cock, for a final (for the evening) and simultaneous orgasm. I was wrecked, in a mess and a very very happy girl. And I can never look at compost the same again.

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