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I hadn’t told Jenny or Ruth about Adrian’s sharing me with Mike, nor not about Paul and Trevor, somethings were just too naughty to allow out into the college mainstream gossip. I knew if guys found I was sharing myself about, there would be no end to the pestering, name calling and never-ending propositions to gratify my pussy’s appetite. In my life I have discovered that every guy I meet, thinks that ‘they’ have something different to offer than everyone else. A superior way of stimulating me, informing me with authority that I would be completely fulfilled by them. Ade apparently wasn’t fucking me hard enough, he hasn’t got a big enough cock, and he doesn’t know what he is doing, all wrong! Actually, most of the time, cock size isn’t important, as long as the guy has 5 inches, he can do a good job with me. I don’t, and never have cum, from some guy thrusting his cock into me, hard or otherwise, I need much more than that. Orgasm for me, is definitely a mind thing, and if I’m not turned on mentally by a guy, then I’ll never achieve the peak of orgasm. I cannot tell you how many men have tried, even when I have told them that they will not manage to make me cum by just fucking. It’s true though, that I love cock in my cunt, it scratches an itch that appears to be constant problem for me, but I don’t have to cum to have that itch fleetingly satisfied. Fuck me one day, and I’ll be happy, but I need doing again the day, or the next, leave me without, and after four days, I’d rip any one’s trousers off and ride them. I hate the fiddlers, the ones who think they can make me orgasm by rubbing away at my clitoris with their thumb or finger like they're sanding wood, it’s better to let me do it myself as they ride me. Usually if I start fingering as they fuck, they’ll shove my fingers away, and then end up making me sore and unable to cum at all, and I’m quite abrupt if some denies me my orgasms. I do like a guy who gets his cock in, gets my legs back and shafts my gorge relentlessly hard, and then holding my hips/shoulder/hair/head/ass cheeks tightly, squirts his spunk into my cunt/asshole or mouth noisily. I love guy who cums hard with huge gouts, and loud shouts, with name calling, or tells me he loves me, just in that moment when he finishes his objective of breeding me. I hate guys who have huge cocks and are so proud of them, and then whimper a tiny dribble of cum out of their shafts end when they eventually get there. They’ll then spend time rubbing this drizzle of spunk into my pussy, ass or face, whilst telling me how lucky I am to have had such a large cock. In the background of this, my mind is telling them to fuck off. So, to recap, I am in reality quite easy to please, I love being used, I love to orgasm, but it’s not as important to me as men like to believe. I love a good hard using, but I hate men who boast about sex as if they think somehow that they are some sort of Olympic God, which they are not.
Now I’m sure some of you readers will not be happy to hear your prowess being dissed, but the truth is guys, some of you are just not satisfying us gals, and never will... But a woman pleasing a woman, now that can be the ultimate orgasm.
Back to Paul, and a warm summers night…
My meeting with Paul however on that summer evening was going as arranged, it was in fact going very well. He had been waiting for me, obviously not scared off by the thought of Ade’s rage should he find out about or clandestine meeting. I knew Paul's interest in me, was to get in me, and then cum. I was his first, and in his mind, he probably thought that he might not ever get into a woman for a long time if he messed up. Paul was going to make the best of this whole experience and he’d be ting very hard not to cum too quickly! If he had any sense, he’d have wanked before meeting me, thus lessening the need in his balls to shoot off. I had chosen the same outfit for this tête-à-tête, no knickers, no bra, lucky me, at this age, nothing needed support. I had put on some high platforms, they had cork bottoms and I knew that they set my legs off, making my calves bunch and giving my legs even better form. Ade loved me in high heels or platforms, and although I didn’t have any stockings (Yet), I did wear some very long socks that came up to nearly my thighs. They were my college socks, and they were all the rage at that time, and Ade would ask me to wear them when we went to bed, even if I didn’t wear heels. He told me, that they set off my very pale skinned thighs and excited him, it was later that I found the power of the stocking and suspender belt from my mother, but that’s another tale.
Paul was in faded jeans and a T, trainers finished his outfit, he was actually quite handsome, although of course I was much more interested in his cock than his face. Small chat was not a high point for him, he spent a fair amount of time informing me that he wouldn’t tell anyone that I was going out with him! I stopped him with curt words at this point by telling him, I wasn’t his girlfriend, we were just fucking, and if I heard a murmur of me being involved with him in the college gossip, he’d never catch a whiff of my vagina again! We continued walking slowly, He was a little huffy now, but I think Paul, just like me, was anxious to get to the touching and feeling part of the evening’s fun, or rather the ‘fucking’ if I’m honest. I explained to him that I had been up here in the afternoon, and how my hunt for a suitable spot had gone well, but I did leave out the juicy bit at the end. By the time we arrived at my cliffside nook, I admit, we were no longer strolling, and there was a definite urgency to get to the fucking.
Without further ado we both collapsed down onto the grass, for a second or two, just our heavy breathing could be heard. I was very eager, and there was no doubt at all, that had I worn knickers, they would have been awash with my pussy nectar by now. The softness of the sea pinks, their aroma arose from being crushed by our combined bodies, how romantic I thought, and laughed inwardly. Without a thought, I rolled on top of him. With no need to hold back my thirst now, I was almost a****listic; I even shocked myself! I grappled with his jeans front and got them open, started to fumble with his Y-fronts, I could feel his cock hard through cotton. I just managed to get the tip out, when he humped his hips, and at the same time pushed me off him. He rose to his feet with alacrity, and then pushed his denims down to his ankles, before then lying down again. I clambered back onto his hips, my crack brushed his cocks’ rigid shaft, and I moaned and reached down between my thighs, my fingers sk**ded in the juices of my shaven cracks’ maw, and then I found the end of his cock.
I tried to balance on my knees and feed his penis into my wanton hole, but I was so moist that it slid away to one side and up my damp inner thigh and out over my swollen mound. Paul’s eyes were almost starting out of his head as he kept saying, “Oh God, Oh God put my dick in you!” Leaning forward I pushed my lips against his, grinding my mouth into his, I forced my tongue into his mouth, I was dribbling in my eagerness. I grabbed at his hair with one hand, the hand other jammed between my legs with his solid knob. I felt his stick rasping through the jaws of my cunt, and I bore my hips down onto it, riding his shaft, and then rocking to and fro, I felt the tip hit my hole and he was inside me, even if it was only his bell end.
I stopped all my motion, and just enjoyed the moment. Penis in vagina as nature intended, my vagina well lubricated by its own juices, which his pre-cum now added to. Paul moaned, tried to move his hips, but I yanked on his hair, told him, “I’m in control, remember that I’ll do the moving when it’s needed!” His attempts to hump into me stopped, and I sat up letting go of my grasp on his head, and as I rocked back to sit like a rider crouched above his hips, the feeling of his large thick cock tip felt just how I had imagined it. I lent back further and pulled off my shoes, and then pulling my lithe long legs forward I hooked my feet under his arm pits. All that held me off his cock and now it was my hands and arms that balance myself on, and then I slid slowly, oh so delightfully slowly down his shaft and as he slipped balls deep into me, out of my mouth fell the words, “Mmmmm your cocky feels so good!”
The sky above us was clear and moonlight illuminated his watching face as I reached behind me to pull my top off. My full breasts jumped out, now exposed to his intense stare; and their coral pink nipples become rigid like gun barrels. His hands rose and he used his fingers to cup them before gently squeezing at my tits pliable white soft flesh, Paul made appreciative noises, and whispered, “If I told the guys at college that I was being ridden by you tonight, and you of all girls, they’d not believe me!”. “And why is that?” I whispered back. Silence, there was just the sound of his lungs filling and emptying raggedly, before he answered, “Because you’re so fucking sexy, they’d never believe I was doing a girl two years older than me and certainly not one as fit as you.” I smiled slightly, and then he blurted out more, “They all fancy you, the talk in the locker room is often filled with suggestions on what you might look like nude, plus what they’d like to do to you sexually and how fantastic your tits are.” I fidgeted my hips gently, he gasped for air and I asked, “And what did you used to say?” Paul coloured, his face was already flushed pink, but now his cheeks turned crimson, “Me? Just the usual, you know, suck your tits, fuck you.” “And have you masturbated thinking about me?” He looked about to explode, and I’m not talking about his cock, he stuttered, “Yes!”
I’d wound him up enough now, and I lent forward, doubling over, my nipples brushed his naked chest as I put my head between my knees, this action sent little shivers up my spine as my cunt glided up his slickened cocky. I kissed his lips, bit the top one gently, and then sat up slowly and repeated, kissed him again, on the fourth full motion, he murmured he was going to cum, and then it sounded as though he was choking as he plastered the inside of me with his orgasm, but I didn’t stop, I kept riding him.
Unhurriedly, deliberatively, I teased his bony hips with my cunt, his cock never went flaccid, not even slightly limp, and he moaned on every up and every down action that I made. I was enjoying myself now, exhilarated by the feeling of his sperm running from my cunt walls. It pooled down on his balls, his hairy mound, and it pasted the back of my inner thighs, hung in strings as I rose and fell on his body. I was in control, I was fucking Paul, not he me, and I had nowhere near finished as he’d find. On each upstroke, his bell end nearly left my warm gluey gash, and I then reached under me fleetingly and slipped the tip of his pipe out of me, and then back, but now slotted into my cummy, pussy juiced, puckered asshole. As I declined, I felt that beautiful full feeling, my bums hole stretching deliciously, each vein in his penis bumping over my tight ring as I lowered myself incredibly slowly. I looked down at him quickly, but his head was back on the grass now, his eyes closed, his arms flung backwards, his hands behind his head, I was in control. I reached the bottom of my stroke, the base of his penis covered by my taut asshole and stopped. Paul moaned, “More, more of your cunt please?” It wasn’t a request, it was a plea, I was in control, Paul was so excited, he didn’t even notice he was up my arse now, and I ground my splayed buttocks down onto his cock. His cock between my butt cheeks and into my ring, it felt wonderful, and there it was now, that gorgeous feeling in my tummy, butterflies swirling, I slowed my grinding, until I was hardly moving. I slipped my right hand down between my legs, found my clitoris, and rubbed just once, and felt those little electric shocks, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I knew I wanted this orgasm to be perfect, I was going to use Pauls cock like a tool to get me off, and so I got off him and looked back at his cock.
His penis was standing proud, straight up, and it looked greasy, but it looked beautiful, and I lay down by the side of him, spread my legs knees back and wide, “ride me Paul, I need a real good fucking, don’t fuck me like you’re two years younger than me, fuck me like a man, fuck me hard, and as hard as you like!” He rolled onto his side and looked at me, his eyes roved my prostrate body, and then he got up, and knelt between my legs and looked right into my ready pussy. Raising my head, I could see his stiffness waggling as he moved, observed a dribble of cum run from the end of his shaft, and then another, and then he pushed forward. The heat of his hips, his thighs, met mine, his weight pushed my buttocks down into the soft sea pinks as his penis entered me with no guidance needed. Holding himself on his arms, Paul began thrusting, gentle strokes at first, his balls slapping into my ass cheeks, before he withdrew almost to the tip of his cock, before going in again. As the aroma of the sea’s ozone, the crushed vetch and sea pinks wafted over me, I clenched at his cock with my vaginal muscles, something Ade had taught me, and as I clenched, I raised my hips to meet him, fucking him as much as he me. There was more urgency in his thrusts now, determination in his face as he rammed into me, rode me, bred me, and fucked me as hard as he could. Paul was hammering into my cunt now, spearing my body as though it was a piece of meat, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking me. We weren’t making love, this was no marriage shag, he was just fucking me, for his gratification, he started speaking, “Your cunt feels so good, I want to ram you all night bitch!” an indrawn breath, and then “You slut, you whore, fuck me, suck my cock, take my cum inside you bitch!” Gone now the pretence, the nicety, this was Paul, the man in him, using me as his cum slut, and if another man had happened on us at that moment, I’d have let him into my mouth, wanted his spunk in my mouth, I was in control.
But then, I pushed at Pauls chest, pushed him forcefully away and said, “STOP!” I looked into his eyes, he had been nearing his second orgasm, but he wasn’t too far-gone, he had enough control left to know he needed to listen to me. Paul looked confused though, asked, “Have I hurt you?” concern tinged his face, but I said, “NO! I just want to change positions so that I can orgasm this time when you do.” He got off me, I rolled, and got onto my hands and knees, put my head on my crossed arms out in front of me. Sticking my buttocks into the air, I told him, “Get behind me, do me doggy!” He moved in, knelt behind me, pushed his cock at my displayed splayed vagina, I wriggled and put a hand back, grabbed at his bell end, held it, and even though it was very slippery, I fed it into my bum hole. His hands went to my hips instantly, and then glided back onto my butt cheeks, “Get up and into my anus Paul, bum fuck me hard!” I felt him falter, he was uncertain, “Push your cock in hard, hard, and then fuck me like you did my cunt!” He queried, “You want me to fuck your ass?” I was impatient, the butterflies driving me, “Yes, fuck me in the ass like I’m a whore!”
He shifted, his hands tightened as he lifted his body weight, my ass and cunt opened further as he pushed downwards onto my knees. I could feel the now cooler evening air breeze brush over my wide-open flappy pussy and the feeling of delight as his cock stretched my butt hole again. Paul started his thrusts, I let my fingers fall to my cunt lips now, my hand no longer needed to guide his shaft, I let them explore, finger my gaping hole, thrust inside me, it felt good.
As Paul stroked in and out, and on the outward thrust, I clenched my ring muscles, just like I was pushing his cock out of me, but then relaxed completely on the inward thrust, giving his cock full access to my bowel, Paul moaned loudly above me. I knew he’d be able to see his cock driving into my tight punk asshole! It would probably be one of his wildest dreams come true, he’d be wanking over these images for years to come. Having got him where I want him, I was in control, I concentrated on my clit, my pussy was well lubricated, and I rubbed in soft circular motions, enjoying the using of my butt, and the sensations that my mind was receiving from my cunt. Gently, gently, building, butterflies, butterflies surging in my tummy, Paul above me grunting, groaning and moaning in his pleasure, and I then imagined how I must look from a distance if someone was watching. My pretty face planted in the fragrant grass, red hair curled out about me, my pale ass stuck up, and total supplication to my rider. My rider who was fucking me remorseless in the asshole and making my heaving heavy pointed breasts swing to and fro from my chest. His cock, when appearing and disappearing into my body heat, would only appear for less than a second as he galloped in and out. His face contorted as he treated my asshole as if was a cunt, and not my most moist innermost secret spot. Two rampant b**sts rutting in among the flowers on a moonlit night, under the stars, both roaring in their pleasures as the bred.
Butterflies, butterflies, I was losing control, I could hear Paul mouthing the words, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” These images in my mind drawing me onward to a huge peak, I furiously rubbed at my spot, and gushed, my spurt shot backwards, and another, then another, my asshole starting to clench with my orgasms. Each new pulse brought another, and each thrust into my clutching bum hole, brought another, for a split second I lost control, fainted slightly and heard Paul shout unintelligibly into the night as he snorted like a stallion above me. The spasms of my cunt grew, and grew, my asshole gripping his shaft and then releasing, his orgasm going on and on, and then I came the best I ever had so far, gushing, spurting, wetting myself in ecstasy, my mind overloaded by the sensations arriving from my clitoris, and then I collapsed to the grass insensible, and Paul dropped free from the clutch of my tight anus.
I lay face down for a few minutes until my breathing came back to almost normal, and then I rolled onto my back. My short skirt was up under my tits, and as I lay there, knees drawn up and parted, my nose detected heat, musky balls, ammonia like cum smells, bare used cunt and fucking, hard fucking, lots of fucking. I looked to one side, Paul was lying on his back, just looking up. We said nothing, just lay there for a while, enjoying the mutual aftermath, and then he said, “Do you always fuck like that...?”
Now I’m sure some of you readers will not be happy to hear your prowess being dissed, but the truth is guys, some of you are just not satisfying us gals, and never will... But a woman pleasing a woman, now that can be the ultimate orgasm.
Back to Paul, and a warm summers night…
My meeting with Paul however on that summer evening was going as arranged, it was in fact going very well. He had been waiting for me, obviously not scared off by the thought of Ade’s rage should he find out about or clandestine meeting. I knew Paul's interest in me, was to get in me, and then cum. I was his first, and in his mind, he probably thought that he might not ever get into a woman for a long time if he messed up. Paul was going to make the best of this whole experience and he’d be ting very hard not to cum too quickly! If he had any sense, he’d have wanked before meeting me, thus lessening the need in his balls to shoot off. I had chosen the same outfit for this tête-à-tête, no knickers, no bra, lucky me, at this age, nothing needed support. I had put on some high platforms, they had cork bottoms and I knew that they set my legs off, making my calves bunch and giving my legs even better form. Ade loved me in high heels or platforms, and although I didn’t have any stockings (Yet), I did wear some very long socks that came up to nearly my thighs. They were my college socks, and they were all the rage at that time, and Ade would ask me to wear them when we went to bed, even if I didn’t wear heels. He told me, that they set off my very pale skinned thighs and excited him, it was later that I found the power of the stocking and suspender belt from my mother, but that’s another tale.
Paul was in faded jeans and a T, trainers finished his outfit, he was actually quite handsome, although of course I was much more interested in his cock than his face. Small chat was not a high point for him, he spent a fair amount of time informing me that he wouldn’t tell anyone that I was going out with him! I stopped him with curt words at this point by telling him, I wasn’t his girlfriend, we were just fucking, and if I heard a murmur of me being involved with him in the college gossip, he’d never catch a whiff of my vagina again! We continued walking slowly, He was a little huffy now, but I think Paul, just like me, was anxious to get to the touching and feeling part of the evening’s fun, or rather the ‘fucking’ if I’m honest. I explained to him that I had been up here in the afternoon, and how my hunt for a suitable spot had gone well, but I did leave out the juicy bit at the end. By the time we arrived at my cliffside nook, I admit, we were no longer strolling, and there was a definite urgency to get to the fucking.
Without further ado we both collapsed down onto the grass, for a second or two, just our heavy breathing could be heard. I was very eager, and there was no doubt at all, that had I worn knickers, they would have been awash with my pussy nectar by now. The softness of the sea pinks, their aroma arose from being crushed by our combined bodies, how romantic I thought, and laughed inwardly. Without a thought, I rolled on top of him. With no need to hold back my thirst now, I was almost a****listic; I even shocked myself! I grappled with his jeans front and got them open, started to fumble with his Y-fronts, I could feel his cock hard through cotton. I just managed to get the tip out, when he humped his hips, and at the same time pushed me off him. He rose to his feet with alacrity, and then pushed his denims down to his ankles, before then lying down again. I clambered back onto his hips, my crack brushed his cocks’ rigid shaft, and I moaned and reached down between my thighs, my fingers sk**ded in the juices of my shaven cracks’ maw, and then I found the end of his cock.
I tried to balance on my knees and feed his penis into my wanton hole, but I was so moist that it slid away to one side and up my damp inner thigh and out over my swollen mound. Paul’s eyes were almost starting out of his head as he kept saying, “Oh God, Oh God put my dick in you!” Leaning forward I pushed my lips against his, grinding my mouth into his, I forced my tongue into his mouth, I was dribbling in my eagerness. I grabbed at his hair with one hand, the hand other jammed between my legs with his solid knob. I felt his stick rasping through the jaws of my cunt, and I bore my hips down onto it, riding his shaft, and then rocking to and fro, I felt the tip hit my hole and he was inside me, even if it was only his bell end.
I stopped all my motion, and just enjoyed the moment. Penis in vagina as nature intended, my vagina well lubricated by its own juices, which his pre-cum now added to. Paul moaned, tried to move his hips, but I yanked on his hair, told him, “I’m in control, remember that I’ll do the moving when it’s needed!” His attempts to hump into me stopped, and I sat up letting go of my grasp on his head, and as I rocked back to sit like a rider crouched above his hips, the feeling of his large thick cock tip felt just how I had imagined it. I lent back further and pulled off my shoes, and then pulling my lithe long legs forward I hooked my feet under his arm pits. All that held me off his cock and now it was my hands and arms that balance myself on, and then I slid slowly, oh so delightfully slowly down his shaft and as he slipped balls deep into me, out of my mouth fell the words, “Mmmmm your cocky feels so good!”
The sky above us was clear and moonlight illuminated his watching face as I reached behind me to pull my top off. My full breasts jumped out, now exposed to his intense stare; and their coral pink nipples become rigid like gun barrels. His hands rose and he used his fingers to cup them before gently squeezing at my tits pliable white soft flesh, Paul made appreciative noises, and whispered, “If I told the guys at college that I was being ridden by you tonight, and you of all girls, they’d not believe me!”. “And why is that?” I whispered back. Silence, there was just the sound of his lungs filling and emptying raggedly, before he answered, “Because you’re so fucking sexy, they’d never believe I was doing a girl two years older than me and certainly not one as fit as you.” I smiled slightly, and then he blurted out more, “They all fancy you, the talk in the locker room is often filled with suggestions on what you might look like nude, plus what they’d like to do to you sexually and how fantastic your tits are.” I fidgeted my hips gently, he gasped for air and I asked, “And what did you used to say?” Paul coloured, his face was already flushed pink, but now his cheeks turned crimson, “Me? Just the usual, you know, suck your tits, fuck you.” “And have you masturbated thinking about me?” He looked about to explode, and I’m not talking about his cock, he stuttered, “Yes!”
I’d wound him up enough now, and I lent forward, doubling over, my nipples brushed his naked chest as I put my head between my knees, this action sent little shivers up my spine as my cunt glided up his slickened cocky. I kissed his lips, bit the top one gently, and then sat up slowly and repeated, kissed him again, on the fourth full motion, he murmured he was going to cum, and then it sounded as though he was choking as he plastered the inside of me with his orgasm, but I didn’t stop, I kept riding him.
Unhurriedly, deliberatively, I teased his bony hips with my cunt, his cock never went flaccid, not even slightly limp, and he moaned on every up and every down action that I made. I was enjoying myself now, exhilarated by the feeling of his sperm running from my cunt walls. It pooled down on his balls, his hairy mound, and it pasted the back of my inner thighs, hung in strings as I rose and fell on his body. I was in control, I was fucking Paul, not he me, and I had nowhere near finished as he’d find. On each upstroke, his bell end nearly left my warm gluey gash, and I then reached under me fleetingly and slipped the tip of his pipe out of me, and then back, but now slotted into my cummy, pussy juiced, puckered asshole. As I declined, I felt that beautiful full feeling, my bums hole stretching deliciously, each vein in his penis bumping over my tight ring as I lowered myself incredibly slowly. I looked down at him quickly, but his head was back on the grass now, his eyes closed, his arms flung backwards, his hands behind his head, I was in control. I reached the bottom of my stroke, the base of his penis covered by my taut asshole and stopped. Paul moaned, “More, more of your cunt please?” It wasn’t a request, it was a plea, I was in control, Paul was so excited, he didn’t even notice he was up my arse now, and I ground my splayed buttocks down onto his cock. His cock between my butt cheeks and into my ring, it felt wonderful, and there it was now, that gorgeous feeling in my tummy, butterflies swirling, I slowed my grinding, until I was hardly moving. I slipped my right hand down between my legs, found my clitoris, and rubbed just once, and felt those little electric shocks, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I knew I wanted this orgasm to be perfect, I was going to use Pauls cock like a tool to get me off, and so I got off him and looked back at his cock.
His penis was standing proud, straight up, and it looked greasy, but it looked beautiful, and I lay down by the side of him, spread my legs knees back and wide, “ride me Paul, I need a real good fucking, don’t fuck me like you’re two years younger than me, fuck me like a man, fuck me hard, and as hard as you like!” He rolled onto his side and looked at me, his eyes roved my prostrate body, and then he got up, and knelt between my legs and looked right into my ready pussy. Raising my head, I could see his stiffness waggling as he moved, observed a dribble of cum run from the end of his shaft, and then another, and then he pushed forward. The heat of his hips, his thighs, met mine, his weight pushed my buttocks down into the soft sea pinks as his penis entered me with no guidance needed. Holding himself on his arms, Paul began thrusting, gentle strokes at first, his balls slapping into my ass cheeks, before he withdrew almost to the tip of his cock, before going in again. As the aroma of the sea’s ozone, the crushed vetch and sea pinks wafted over me, I clenched at his cock with my vaginal muscles, something Ade had taught me, and as I clenched, I raised my hips to meet him, fucking him as much as he me. There was more urgency in his thrusts now, determination in his face as he rammed into me, rode me, bred me, and fucked me as hard as he could. Paul was hammering into my cunt now, spearing my body as though it was a piece of meat, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking me. We weren’t making love, this was no marriage shag, he was just fucking me, for his gratification, he started speaking, “Your cunt feels so good, I want to ram you all night bitch!” an indrawn breath, and then “You slut, you whore, fuck me, suck my cock, take my cum inside you bitch!” Gone now the pretence, the nicety, this was Paul, the man in him, using me as his cum slut, and if another man had happened on us at that moment, I’d have let him into my mouth, wanted his spunk in my mouth, I was in control.
But then, I pushed at Pauls chest, pushed him forcefully away and said, “STOP!” I looked into his eyes, he had been nearing his second orgasm, but he wasn’t too far-gone, he had enough control left to know he needed to listen to me. Paul looked confused though, asked, “Have I hurt you?” concern tinged his face, but I said, “NO! I just want to change positions so that I can orgasm this time when you do.” He got off me, I rolled, and got onto my hands and knees, put my head on my crossed arms out in front of me. Sticking my buttocks into the air, I told him, “Get behind me, do me doggy!” He moved in, knelt behind me, pushed his cock at my displayed splayed vagina, I wriggled and put a hand back, grabbed at his bell end, held it, and even though it was very slippery, I fed it into my bum hole. His hands went to my hips instantly, and then glided back onto my butt cheeks, “Get up and into my anus Paul, bum fuck me hard!” I felt him falter, he was uncertain, “Push your cock in hard, hard, and then fuck me like you did my cunt!” He queried, “You want me to fuck your ass?” I was impatient, the butterflies driving me, “Yes, fuck me in the ass like I’m a whore!”
He shifted, his hands tightened as he lifted his body weight, my ass and cunt opened further as he pushed downwards onto my knees. I could feel the now cooler evening air breeze brush over my wide-open flappy pussy and the feeling of delight as his cock stretched my butt hole again. Paul started his thrusts, I let my fingers fall to my cunt lips now, my hand no longer needed to guide his shaft, I let them explore, finger my gaping hole, thrust inside me, it felt good.
As Paul stroked in and out, and on the outward thrust, I clenched my ring muscles, just like I was pushing his cock out of me, but then relaxed completely on the inward thrust, giving his cock full access to my bowel, Paul moaned loudly above me. I knew he’d be able to see his cock driving into my tight punk asshole! It would probably be one of his wildest dreams come true, he’d be wanking over these images for years to come. Having got him where I want him, I was in control, I concentrated on my clit, my pussy was well lubricated, and I rubbed in soft circular motions, enjoying the using of my butt, and the sensations that my mind was receiving from my cunt. Gently, gently, building, butterflies, butterflies surging in my tummy, Paul above me grunting, groaning and moaning in his pleasure, and I then imagined how I must look from a distance if someone was watching. My pretty face planted in the fragrant grass, red hair curled out about me, my pale ass stuck up, and total supplication to my rider. My rider who was fucking me remorseless in the asshole and making my heaving heavy pointed breasts swing to and fro from my chest. His cock, when appearing and disappearing into my body heat, would only appear for less than a second as he galloped in and out. His face contorted as he treated my asshole as if was a cunt, and not my most moist innermost secret spot. Two rampant b**sts rutting in among the flowers on a moonlit night, under the stars, both roaring in their pleasures as the bred.
Butterflies, butterflies, I was losing control, I could hear Paul mouthing the words, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” These images in my mind drawing me onward to a huge peak, I furiously rubbed at my spot, and gushed, my spurt shot backwards, and another, then another, my asshole starting to clench with my orgasms. Each new pulse brought another, and each thrust into my clutching bum hole, brought another, for a split second I lost control, fainted slightly and heard Paul shout unintelligibly into the night as he snorted like a stallion above me. The spasms of my cunt grew, and grew, my asshole gripping his shaft and then releasing, his orgasm going on and on, and then I came the best I ever had so far, gushing, spurting, wetting myself in ecstasy, my mind overloaded by the sensations arriving from my clitoris, and then I collapsed to the grass insensible, and Paul dropped free from the clutch of my tight anus.
I lay face down for a few minutes until my breathing came back to almost normal, and then I rolled onto my back. My short skirt was up under my tits, and as I lay there, knees drawn up and parted, my nose detected heat, musky balls, ammonia like cum smells, bare used cunt and fucking, hard fucking, lots of fucking. I looked to one side, Paul was lying on his back, just looking up. We said nothing, just lay there for a while, enjoying the mutual aftermath, and then he said, “Do you always fuck like that...?”
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