"Clare" - Chapter 4:- “A Little More About Me” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 4:- “A Little More About Me”

It was Monday morning, and the full-length bathroom mirror was capturing my aching, naked body, and my physique glared back at me. What was presented to me was a continued reminder that my figure was not as perfect as Sarah's.

But after yesterday’s marathon sex session, how could it be?

I was trying to ascertain if my body was still in one piece; it ached everywhere. But it was my pussy, which was shouting at me the loudest. Its soreness was the result of having been repeatedly stuffed by Brenda's extremely large pink piece. At the time, I loved it. I had cum so many times, but today I knew I was paying the price for yesterday’s horniness.

I thought of what happened after David and Sarah had left, and smiled.

With the grin came a sudden, pleasant shiver down my spine, and then a stab of pain. That smile quickly turned into a grimace. It was my pussy reminding me that I might have overindulged in yesterday’s sex marathon.

Brenda, with help from Paula, had fucked me for three hours straight. The only respite, short breaks for the bathroom, cigarettes, or when Brenda changed to a different piece. No man had ever fucked me that long, not even David, though sometimes his ego might run it close.

The shower that I just had and then the soothing nappy cream that I applied seemed to have only eased the soreness. I could only hope that Brenda might know a better solution for a sore pussy. Though, I could already hear her commanding voice and what she might say, “You ...

... need to use more lubrication, my dear.”

Though knowing her, she was more likely to say something a little more colourful, like, “You got a naturally big cunt. It will soon adapt to the size of my piece, my dear.”

Yesterday, I was not too sure how much I appreciated being told my eighteen-year-old pussy was naturally large. But as I looked down at my soreness, I could not help but think Brenda was right. My pussy was still hanging slightly open.

The sex with Brenda had been so good, and definitely different to anything I had experienced before with Jaz. Sex with my best friend had been what I had expected from being with another girl. We used to kiss, light touch, probe, and gently caress, using our fingers and tongues to get off. Brenda had been so different, apart from the kissing; the truth was,she had fucked me like a man.

Yet, at the same time, Brenda never made out to be anything other than she was a woman.

Brenda was also extremely wealthy and powerful. She even had a team of people working for her, and yet, Brenda seemed to hide behind her fake cock, as if it was a shield.

But I didn’t care about that. I liked the fact she dressed feminine and lived life to the full as a strong woman. Brenda already had me hooked. She could have me anytime she wanted, as far as I was concerned. A small pussy gape would be something I would have to tolerate. I just hoped David did not notice or didn’t mind if I was slightly looser.

With that thought, my eyes took in ...