The Chuffing The huffing and puffing, the rutting, and, oh, the continual chuffing. His enormous, fat, wide, long, drooling cock sliding into me - pounding into me - marking me as his, my womb wide open to his wild, animal-like ministrations. The chuffing. I say this as I am coming awake, or something, into a more conscious state from the perpetual, aching, swooning orgasm he has been giving me for the past thirty minutes...

Ok, here's one of my/our earliest MMF situations that turned out to be mind-blowing... Dan and I were dating and, as I think I said, we MET swinging. So, me being naughty, I was still seeing a guy or two - and because we were still pretty casual, I didn't feel the need to get Danny involved every time. One guy I loved was an old boyfriend, Bill. Bill is a biker and we have zero in common save for mind-blowing sex. He's 6'...