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A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part One)

26 April 2022 /

It is interesting how some words affect the psyche, how some words can have a positive affect at some times and a negative one at others. For years, I hated the word whore. The judgement, the venom with which it is often said, not to mention the misogyny, all added to my very negative view of the word. A previous lover called it to me in the throes of passion and I literally leapt off him and ran for the hills. It was only some years later that I realised I should have had the same reaction for slut and bitch, but I didn’t, even though those terms are laced with the same venom and misogyny. In fact, I love Slut, I have a Slut necklace made of stainless steel that I wear out occasionally and I have custom temporary tattoos that say Slut (and Bitch as well).

My reaction to whore made no sense to me, and yet it persisted for a long time, even after working out about bitch and slut, whore didn’t exactly put me in a sexy mood. But over time, and with some persistence, my husband started making progress. I remember one time I was so close to yet another orgasm with Victoria’s brutal wand held hard against my clit, and he tried to make me say I was an “Orgasm-loving whore”. I wasn’t much inclined to do so, and so he got me so close to orgasm, then with a flourish, he took the wand away and clipped away at my clit with a riding crop. The effect was to just drop my orgasm away. Bastard – I needed that orgasm. But then he started again, unrelenting wand until I was close, and I still wouldn’t say it, so my clit had the riding crop again. By this point, I was angry because I knew he was only doing what I’d asked him to, and I was raging because I felt there was no way in hell I was going to give in to him, and a part of me also knew I would say it.

I don’t know why, but I resisted for another two cycles, but eventually, inevitably, I yelled that I was an orgasm-loving whore, that his little whore needed her orgasm and began begging, but the orgasm induced by the vicious wand took over and I was shaken all over with a massive orgasm.

The strange thing was that I felt just as good proclaiming I was an orgasm-loving whore, and I did with anything about being a slut or bitch. I did feel great.

My acceptance and use of the word whore has only been enhanced by the word Tupperwhore, which is a great word and amuses me no end.

It is used to describe a woman who enjoys being airtight, that is a woman that enjoys having all three orifices (ass, pussy and mouth) being filled at the same time by a combination of cocks and dildos.

After a few days of trying various combinations of men both penetrating us at the same time, Sara and I decided to finish the week with a two-cock one-dildo version of airtight. That’s right; we decided to become Tupperwhores.

And it was to be our last fucks of the week, so I decided (probably madly) that I wanted the degrading face fuck as part of my airtight session. Sara thought I was bonkers and wasn’t prepared to risk it.

But even without that, we thought airtight would be totally mind-blowing and overwhelming. We tossed a coin and she won, meaning she would be first through. In a lot of ways, I was pleased, as I expected to be totally trashed at the end of it. I had longer to anticipate that brutal face fuck combined with the double-sided fuck I first had, all whilst watching my friend and lover get airtight herself some hours before.

First, she had to choose who was fucking what, and she took a combination that I thought would be pretty overwhelming; namely my husband on the face fuck (he’d been getting tips but was nowhere near the intensity or degradation her husband achieved), my strap-on up her ass and her husband’s cock in her cunt, also with him wielding the wand against her clit.

As I was preparing her asshole, the two cocks and my strap-on, she was focussing on calming down from her overexcited state, with a load of deep breathing and relaxation techniques. She was all too aware of just what an ordeal her body was about to go through, but she was so looking forward to the mix of pleasure, endurance, degradation, misuse and above all, orgasm after orgasm.

She was ready. Everything was as lubed as it needed to be. And the three bees buzzed around their soon-to-be victim.

Sara’s husband lay on the bed, hard cock in one hand and wand in the other. She climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt on to his cock. As she slid all the way down, she felt the head of the wand nestled against her clit, awaiting it to be turned on. Next, I nudged the lubed strap-on against her ass pucker and gently rocked until she let it in. I gently slid it all the way in, then started tiny rocking movements the same as her husband was whilst they awaited my husband going into her mouth.

He put his glans to her lips, and she could immediately taste pre-cum. Being rather addicted to that taste, she opened her mouth and sucked him in, wrapping her tongue round his cock to clear his precum for her to swallow.

From that moment, she was a Tupperwhore, as the two real cocks in her cunt and mouth began moving more and more, and even I, with my body feeling quite good, began driving the strap-on deeply into her asshole. She was sucking on my husband’s cock, whilst it was fucking her mouth, as her husband and I alternated driving into and out of her lower body. I was orgasming pretty freely as the end of the strap-on rubbed on my uncovered clit, and she was cumming over and over, as the relentless pace, plus the unyielding buzz of the wand on her clit, brought her to climax repeatedly and mercilessly. I was zoning out in my orgasm-filled haze, concentrating solely on keeping the rhythm up into her asshole. I became aware that the men were struggling to stop themselves cumming again, and this is where I remembered I’d pay the price later, as they would have much more stamina. What had I done?!

But the men were back to talking each other out of cumming, as the poor ragdoll under us just kept taking the invasions and cumming herself to oblivion. Every stroke more felt to me like it was too much for her, and yet she kept hanging on, until in a howl of noise, the two men came in quick succession, with me and Sara cumming shortly afterwards. In a masterpiece of timing, we all came in a short period and then we collapsed into a drained and exhausted heap.

After a quiet few moments in that heap, my husband pulled me off her, pulled the strap-on out of her asshole, removed it and the harness and laid me on the bed and Sara’s husband carried her and put her next to me in her used up state. We both had to rest for a few hours, because it was soon to be my turn. Sara slept; she was that used up. I didn’t sleep. I was way too excited to sleep, but I did need to rest my body in preparation for the onslaught ahead.

Double Penetration Heaven

28 March 2022 /

Mid-week was all about the men punishing each other’s assholes, and as a result, Sara and I getting to fuck each other rather a lot. Don’t get me wrong, Sara and I both got enough cock (and never from our own husband), but the focus later in the week switched to being all about the women being serviced by both cocks simultaneously. Now, Sara had never had more than one cock inside her at the same time and I had only ever had one cunt-mouth spit-roast (and that was at university and nothing since). Here, we had two willing cocks, and a number of combinations to use on each of us.

Given Sara admitted to being a little scared, I offered to go first. My dream of ages was for a double penetration of cunt and ass, so started there, with my husband in my ass (and fondling my tits from behind) and Sara’s in my cunt (kissing me and pulling apart my ass cheeks from the front).

I had dreamed about this even longer than I dreamed about my husband’s asshole being filled by a real cock, and imminently, little old me was about to be double skewered by two thrusting gods with cocks harder and larger than I dare imagine.

Sara’s job was fluffer, preparing the two cocks with her mouth and then lubing my husband’s cock up in preparation for my ass, whilst lubing my asshole and occasionally kissing me.

She was all done, and my husband sat back on the chaise, his cock aiming straight up, and his hands poised to hold on to my tits. Sara’s husband guided me backwards, holding my cheeks apart as I lowered onto my husband’s cock, him teasing my asshole until it swallowed his glans, and then I used gravity to slide down fully on to it. Sara guided her husband’s cock to the entrance of my cunt, as my husband grabbed onto my tits to hold me in place. Then, her husband pushed on in, still pulling my ass cheeks apart sometimes so hard that it hurt.

Wow, I was so full. Two living throbbing cylinders invading my front and back entrances. I was in heaven, just feeling the pulses of these two cum spewers, and this was before they started their motion.

They started on opposing motion (talking all the time to synchronise their motion), so as my husband drove in, Sara’s husband pulled out. It was a bit of a head fuck, as it felt like the throbbing cylinder was passing through my insides as it transferred.

I quite enjoyed it, but it was eclipsed by the feelings of them both withdrawing and both re-entering at the same time. I had that magical “very full” to “very empty” feeling which I absolutely loved. I think the men realised that was the one, because they stuck with it as they increased the pace. As they were thrusting in, it felt like they were ripping me apart with every drive, and I didn’t care if they were: it felt fucking amazing.

I was completely engulfed in the feelings, in the motion, in the arousal, and I didn’t realise that neither cock was anywhere near cumming. The men were focussing so hard on keeping in time, to really ensure I was experiencing the emptiness to the max, that they were delaying their orgasms because of their concentration. The result was that my cunt and asshole were fucked almost to the point that they were sore. In the process, they made me cum a few times (four Sara told me) before they came, and in an amazing piece of self-control, they managed to synchronise their cocks growing and their cumming, so both holes were being sprayed with cum at the same time.

Amazing and exhausting, and when they had finished, Sara sucked their cocks clean, and then they both sucked on her cunt and tits to give her some orgasms. All this time, I was left with empty holes in a happy daze, just pleased to achieve my DP goal, and so early in proceedings.

And later that day, when the men had recovered, it was Sara’s turn to have her first DP. She chose an ass-mouth spit roast, with the added bonus of me firmly holding a wand on her clit throughout the entire thing. She didn’t want this to be a blow job, this was to be a fairly brutal face fuck where the man was in charge, not her. I’ve never done that before, but it is what Sara wanted, and so the men provided. She knew her husband could provide the degrading face fuck, so my husband got to plough into her asshole (his favourite anyway).

So, fluffer Mira prepared Sara’s asshole and the two cocks and she got on all fours ready to go. I held her ass cheeks apart whilst my husband pushed his cock into her asshole, a place it was well used to being by now. Once he was in, I let go of her cheeks and got the wand to apply to her clit. Her husband was on his knees in front of her with his hardening cock right by her face. She sucked it into her mouth, and he put his hands either side of her face to hold, whilst I applied the wand to her clit.

The two men started their motions again with the alternating movements, and even though her head was being held in place as he fucked her mouth, her body had a graceful movement about how it rode the driving patterns. As they did with me, they stopped and began driving in and out in time with each other, but unlike me, it was clear from her movements that Sara preferred the alternate pattern, so they soon switched back and got her body moving in time with them again. Her bodily swaying was exacerbated by her getting near to cum by the wand, and her body’s attempts to escape were thwarted by my husband holding her hips increasingly tightly. With two vice like grips from the men and unrelenting pressure on her clit from me, she had nowhere to go. With my husband slamming at full speed into her asshole (using his grip of her hips to power his drive) and with her own husband’s relentless powering into her mouth (in an uncompromising way), a flood of clit orgasms from the wand washing over her was really blowing her mind.

And what she failed to work out was that as she was second, the men would have much more stamina and would be able to keep this up probably far longer than she could cope with. As the orgasms crashed over her, her limbs gave way, but the vice like grip of the men held her in place for them to carry on. She was far from done. I only hoped she could take it.

After a substantial period of time, Sara looked totally wrecked, but her body was still being used by our two husbands, who were fucking Sara exactly how she wanted. With a simultaneous relentless ass fuck and a brutal face fuck, they were fucking her far longer than she expected, so her body had given up. Just for a moment whilst I was punishing her clit for existing with yet another building orgasm, I smiled at this totally used up slut before me, in comparison with the perfect professional I first knew her as. I was awoken from my daydream not by her cumming again (which she did), but by her husband admitting he was having trouble not cumming. Cue my husband both trying to talk him into delaying cumming, whilst taking the brakes off himself and allowing his orgasm to build.

Her resistance to cumming herself had all gone, so I had a chance to make her cum at the same time, probably finishing my husband off. So, with determination, I focussed again on her body’s little movements to gauge how near she was, and as the men shouted how close they were, I forced the wand hard on to her clit and got her cumming, the squeezing of her asshole caused my husband to lose it and as he yelled, her own husband just let go.

There were two cocks pumping cum into her and a very wet sheet under her from where she came a lot. And then it was all over, their cocks shrinking out of her, and them putting her down in a heap, her very sore enlarged and throbbing clit still showing.

She seemed to be in a daze like I was, like all the orgasms and sensations overwhelmed her. I was determined to try that combination myself, as although the face fuck seemed unpleasant, she later said it was all part of the experience and she encouraged me to try it. But obviously not today, as the men were all out of cum.

The difference between the two DPs was clear. Mine wasn’t degrading like hers was, even though the emotions from both were overwhelming, the longevity was past what our bodies could really take, and we were both sore and aching from the experience. As I lay in bed later that night, I realised I needed to be degraded like she was, just to know what it was like, and I knew the opportunity was just around the corner. I could hardly wait.

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!

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.

Slowly, Sloooooowly

2 November 2021 /

I think some of the best sex we’ve ever had is of the slow and sensuous kind, which we are really getting a taste for at the moment.

I think my biggest ever orgasm was last week (and I’ve had quite a few hard ones in my time). It was Monday, and I was quite frisky. My husband and I were both working at home, and he stopped working for lunch. He came into the bedroom, where I was getting frustrated with something I was doing.

He had just done a video conference, so he was in one of jumper shirts (you know the sort, a jumper with a fake shirt collar). Anyway, he looked scrumptious, so I just opened my legs and flashed my cunt at him.

I got that look, the naughty smile, the raised eyebrows. In one swift motion, he unclipped his belt and slid his trousers to the floor. No thong, so an already slightly erect cock jumped out at me from under the jumper.

I licked my lips in the most seductive way I could manage, and then parted my cunt lips with my fingertips to be inviting. He took his cock in his hand, then knelt on the bed and nudge his glans gently in through my cunt lips. I was so hot inside, but nowhere near slick enough. Just with his glans nudging in and out, he held his hands out to get me sitting up. As I sat up, he pulled the dress out from under my ass, then pulled it off over my head. Then he undid my bra clasp, parted the two ends and then I leant back onto the bed revealing my 34H tits to him (as he didn’t move the bra). Having thrown the bra aside, he grabbed at my tits, squeezing them, and kneading them, all the time nudging at my cunt. As he felt my cunt moisten up, his strokes got larger and deeper, until he was buried all the way in. At this point, I was expecting him to speed up, I was expecting a vigorous fuck with some explosive cumming from him.

What I got was almost the opposite. He was very slow and deliberate with his strokes, withdrawing so far on the out stroke that you could see his glans out in the open, then re-entering me hands free. I love that, and he repeated it slowly over and over. Each one felt like it was the first, with me feeling the tip of his rock-hard cock rub all along inside me with every slow and deliberate stroke.

Over the following minutes, we changed positions a few times (mostly to relieve his arms), but he never speeded up. He just kept rubbing, and that felt gooood.

But then, for some reason, I fancied trying doggy again. Whenever we’ve tried doggy before, it hasn’t been that successful. Well, the bed here is obviously a different height, because after I knelt on the edge of the bed, he stood on the floor, came in behind me, pressed into me again hands free and slid straight in. He was so deep. After the first few slow strokes, he leant over, slid his hands under my tits and grabbed them, again squeezing, and kneading them. This changed the angle of his cock, which meant that it was rubbing in slightly different places. After a while of rubbing there, he let go of my tits, adjusted his angle, and held on to my hips. He was still slow, but he could pull against my hips so that each drive in was very hard and very deep, just slow. Oh my god, what a feeling it was in that position.

He also did a couple of short vigorous bits, really taking advantage of the grip on my hips. His cock felt enormous as he ploughed into my cunt over and over. I was so completely lost in the moment, lost in what he was doing.

My knees can only take so much of that, so just before I was about to cum, I had to change positions. So, without removing his cock from me, we went to standing up with me bent over the bed. This is another position that feels so amazing with his deep cock, but another one I can’t sustain for long.

When I could do that no more, I laid back on the bed, cunt open and dripping, ready for him to do another hands-free mount. He did enough strokes in each position, so that my cunt kept getting so near to cumming, and then he let the orgasm keep sliding just a little away. I think he got the taste for edging me with his cock. It would have been frustrating had I not known how much he loves making me cum with his cock, and therefore I knew in the end, he would make me cum, and it would probably be massive. He got me so close so often, and yet let is slightly slip away over and over by changing positions.

He rotated through me on my back with my feet on the bed, on my back with my feet hanging in mid-air, to my favourite slow position of the moment, straddling my legs (which are together) with his cock slipping in and out of my cunt. Again, he was leaving my cunt completely, but my cunt was so saturated with slippery stuff that his cock kept sliding straight back in. Straddling is a position I can easily cum in, so he was very very slow there, and by switching between the three positions, he managed to drag things out even longer. I can’t complain though, as every second of it felt wonderful.

I thought he’d make me cum in the straddling position, but when he finally felt his cock starting to subside (80 minutes later), he switched to a position we use a lot: it is like missionary, but with a 30 degree twist, so his face is under my armpit next to my right tit. That twist means his cock gets even deeper inside me, and so nudging against my tit, he accelerated his pace (but it was still comparatively slow), with deep hard thrust slamming into me.

He felt my body clinch in that way that told him my orgasm was on its way, and at that point, he started sucking on my right nipple whilst keeping perfect rhythm, slamming, and then withdrawing, and shortly after I started to cum. But this orgasm was unusual, because my orgasm carried on rolling and building at the same time as he thrusted, and it built up into a quite overwhelming orgasm. For the first time ever, I shouted how I couldn’t take any more, but noting I didn’t ask him to stop, he kept his rhythm and motion, making my orgasm go on longer than I ever had before, with a sort of building feeling I’ve never had in the past. Apparently, I was orgasming for over two minutes, which is unheard of for me, and didn’t I know it. It was so amazing, and I felt stunningly close to him. When I did eventually ask him to stop thrusting, he just snuggled into my tit and told me yet again how much he loved me. We had said it a lot during this fuck, but it was such an emotional fuck. I was totally drained and went to sleep as he went back to work.

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