Once again, I was alone in our room, blindfolded and waiting for another stranger who was going to fuck me. If you had told me two nights ago that two strangers and my sister-in-law would have fucked me in just over 24 hours, I would have just laughed.
We hadn’t been given chance this time to prepare. At least last night, we’d been given a few hours’ notice. So this time, I just sat on the side of our bed; waiting.
It’s strange what things you think about at a time like this. My first thought was I hoped that house cleaning had changed our sheets from yesterday. The last man that fucked me left a lot of his juice on them.
I heard the door open and then close. I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I just rested then on my legs. I could hear him quietly moving about. Then I could sense him standing in front of me. I was trembling; worse than last night. This was a different man. I may have been lucky last night; whoever fucked me was gentle and a little tender with me. I didn’t know what this man was like.
He lightly touched my cheek with his hand and it made me jump. He moved his thumb along my bottom lip, pushed it into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around it and began to suck, just like I do with Dave. I was going to be lucky again. He pulled my jaw down, opening my mouth. I felt soft skin graze my lips as his hard cock forced its way into my mouth. My hands automatically came up to hold it but he pushed them back. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and held me there as he began fucking my mouth, pressing against my throat, making me gag. I’d never had a cock so far into my mouth before. I pushed my tongue down into my mouth, giving his cock room to slide in and out. I eventually relaxed my throat as he held my head and pushed his cock all the way in as far as he could. My mouth was open wide as I felt his pubes tickle my nose. I couldn’t breathe, he was blocking my air.
Without warning, air rushed into my lungs as he removed his cock. I coughed and drew breath again as he held my hair tight. It was at this point, I realised I hadn’t learnt too much about cock sucking. Once more he forced his cock fully inside my mouth again, stopping my breath. Just as I thought my lungs would burst, he withdrew and I took a deep breath, filling my burning lungs. I felt saliva running from my mouth and down my chin, falling on to my dress. I could have been dressed in a hessian sack for all this man cared; it seemed that this evening, I was just a body to fuck.
I could feel my wetness between my legs as he pulled me up by my hair. He turned me around so my back was towards him, still holding my hair. I felt him take hold of the zip on my dress and quickly pull it fully down to my waist. Finally letting go of my hair, he pushed my dress from my shoulders and it fell in a heap around my feet. I felt him fumbling at my back as he unclasped my bra. I had to tell him that the chain was attached at the front of my bra. His hands came around my body, unclipped the chain and grabbed my boobs, squeezing hard and tweaking my nipples. Little half shocks of electric fired down to my pussy, bringing yet more juice from inside me. My gusset was probably soaking by now and visible in this green lingerie.
I felt his rigid cock push in between my legs as he bumped against my arse, pushing me towards the bed. I fell forward on to my hands and knees as I came up against it. He pushed my head down on to the mattress, leaving my arse up in the air. He then took hold of the back of my knickers and yanked them down to my knees. He was above me and still holding my neck down with one hand as he roughly shoved two, then three fingers inside my pussy with the other. He wiggled them about, occasionally managing to rub my G-spot. I don’t think this man really knew much, or even cared, about women’s pleasure; this was all about his own.
But, although scary at times, I could feel those, tiny, tickly, explosions inside me. I knew that if I managed an orgasm, it would be a big one. I have never been treated like this before, and that is what was making being fucked; TAKEN, USED, this way, so exciting. It’s why I never asked him to stop.
He pulled his fingers out. I was soaked by now, my juices running down the insides of my thighs. I felt his thumb rubbing around my arse. My heart started to beat faster. Dave had fucked me there before, a few times. I enjoyed it, but he gave me time to prepare; this man wasn’t. I felt pressure as his thumb started to press, trying to force its way inside.
I was relieved when he gave up, only to feel him climb on the bed behind me. I tried lifting my head, but he wouldn’t let me. Something soft started rubbing between my swollen lips. It didn’t take long to cover it in my juices as his cock slipped easily inside me. It felt big, but not as big as the one that fucked me last night. Being deprived of my sight was making me think that everything was larger than it actually was.
With one hard push, he was fully inside me. He just stopped and didn’t move, pressing himself into me. Slowly, he withdrew, until just the head of his cock was inside me. I felt something wet fall onto my arsehole and his thumb was back, pressing into it. It must have been his saliva. I groaned as my hole widened under protest, until his thumb was fully inside my arse. Then he began to fuck me hard, and the thumb in my arse was forgotten.
His hammering into me was causing tiny, tickly explosions deep inside me, as I was constantly having mini orgasms. It felt like he fucked me hard for ages until he slowed to catch his breath. He let go of my neck and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back until I was now resting on my hands. At some point, he had taken his thumb from my arse. I screamed as I felt him slap my arse. Not hard and the scream was more out of shock; I wasn’t expecting it. At first I was angry until the heat reached my soaked vagina and turned into a small pool of pleasure. He did it again and my pool of pleasure became bigger.
Before my pool had evaporated, he thrust his cock into me again, making me scream. In hard, out slow. In hard, out slow. I screamed every time he pushed hard, and moaned when he withdrew, the muscles inside my pussy gripping this strange cock, trying to keep it inside me. Time and time again, he brought me close. It felt like my body was continuously running up a hill, but never quite reaching the top and going over the edge.
I don’t know how long he fucked me like this, but he started getting faster, hammering into me, the slapping of his balls against my clit getting louder and faster. I could feel the cock swell inside me, as though he was pushing sideways, stretching me. He slapped my arse a few more times with his hand, increasing my pleasure but I still wasn’t over the hill and I don’t think he cared, as long as he reached his climax.
I heard him moan as I felt the first hard spurt of his eruption inside of me, then the rest onto my arse and over my back as he pulled out. I don’t think he had finished with me yet as he slowly fed his still hard cock back inside me, moving in and out really slowly until he softened.
He pulled free of me and I felt him get off the bed. I could hear as he went to the bathroom then dressed. By the time the door opened and closed, I had sank to my stomach on the bed. Then I heard the door open again! He was back. My heart began to beat faster. Maybe this time, he would make sure I finished, too.
I stayed where I was, lying on my stomach, legs apart. I felt hands gently push my arse cheeks apart. His tongue started probing my arsehole, licking up his own sperm. Now I could feel my little eruptions starting again, the ones I knew so well. A finger entered my arse, no resistance from me this time as another one entered my pussy and his thumb rubbed my swollen clit, the first time he had touched it tonight. That was all it needed as my physical and mental state merged into one, sending a wave of emotion throughout my whole body, bringing tears of joy as I started the slow journey down.
Throughout all this, his tongue kept lightly licking over my body, until all his sperm had been removed. Then the door opened and closed. He was gone.
By God, that was a hell of a fuck. The contrast between the two men was amazing. I know I’ve given Dave shit this weekend, but it’s been the best weekend since we married.
My phone beeped. My photo had arrived. This time there was a note attached. It read; ‘What a woman. Hope to do this again xx’
Well if I knew who he was, he could. He could come back now! I looked at the photo. Obviously, it was of me on my knees. He had taken the photo from above, with the head of his cock still inside my pussy. It must have been when I felt him enter me again after he had fired most of his load over my back and arse and even into my hair. Even his hand print was on my arse cheek where he had slapped me. He had managed to get my head in the photo, resting on the bed.
Although he had come back and managed to bring me to orgasm, I still felt horny. I glanced at the time and I was surprised to see that it was 1130pm. He’d been fucking me for about an hour. Stupidly, I thought that Dave was doing well with whoever he was fucking.
I got another text, this one from Andi. ‘I’m waiting,’ it read.
I text back. ‘coming soon. Need shower. He beat you too it.’
‘Bastard! Mine’s still full. Waiting for you. You need to get here before Pete.’
‘Fuck the shower, on my way’
Why am I doing this? I’m about to lick my sister-in-law’s vagina clean of a strangers sperm! I never dreamt I would ever do anything like this. But I was going, before I backed out.
I slipped my green knickers on again as I was still wearing the chain attached to the ribbons on my neck and waist. I then put on the dressing gown and knocked on Andi’s door. She opened it and peered from behind it. When she saw it was me, she smiled and grabbed my arm, pulled me in and closed the door.
Andi pulled me into her arms and pressed her lips against mine again. My arms wrapped around her. She was only wearing her knickers.
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