[F] Squirting on my period

Just a wee shortie of a recent event that excited me greatly.

My partner and I had only been seeing each other a couple of weeks and were having sex/playtime several times a day in typical honeymooners fashion.
Luckily he was one of these real grown arse fellas who wasn’t phased by sex during menstruation and better still – found it as hot as I do.
This particular evening he had been eating my bloody little cunt and sucking my clit for some time when he began thrusting his ring and middle finger into me, curling them slightly at the tips. I was feeling a mix of impending climax and frustration when he would pull his fingers all of the way out but shrieked in hungry pleasure the moment they plunged back in to the hilt. As his speed increased so did the friction of his non penetrating digits on my arsehole.
Until that evening I had only ever squirted 3 times in my life (all within the last year since becoming a mother) and I was under the impression that it wasn’t physically possible for a woman to squirt during her period.
You can imagine my surprise when I felt the familiar pressure on my bladder as my climax approached. It came on so intensely I couldn’t warn him beyond an animal like shriek. It began raining blood as I convulsed and bit down on my lip. Both of us (and the bedsheets) were absolutely covered. Once the convulsions passed I pulled him on top of me and ground into him demanding to be filled. I think he gets off on hearing me ask that, he emptied his warm load into me as I came for the second time.
We lay spent, bloodied and contented in our mess.

[F] His girlfriend will never know

Throwback.
I was living with *A* my then boyfriend, he’d invited *J* one of the guys from his “modified motor bros” group around to check out his new bodykit.
The few times I had met him he made little effort to hide the fact he was attracted to me, *A* was so self absorbed I doubt the lingering gazes and sly winks from *J* would ever have registered.

The following week *A* informed me *J* would be popping around that evening for a few drinks. I was somewhat relieved when it was added that he would be bringing his girlfriend along. Although I may have fantasied about what could happen if we were ever left alone together, I was a good girl at heart.

When they arrived it was smiles and hugs all round, apparently both our partners were oblivious to the kiss he planted on my cheek as he made his way last through the door.

A few vodkas in, *A* announced we were low on lemonade and as he was pulling his trainers on *J*’s girlfriend announced she was out of cigarettes so would join him in the short dander to the shop.

[F] Throwback to when I rode twin brothers within 48 hours of e/o

Many moons passed, there was this local lad who was well known and praised for his man whoring ways in, around and often far beyond our wee village.

I’d had a strong amount of cock for my age at this point and although in my naive, hungry mind he offered nothing greatly different to the many before him and the many still trying their best shot – I wanted him in me, badly.
I often got the impression he was of the same mind when he would pass by with a lively greeting and allowed his gaze to linger a while longer than the norm but I suspected the main barrier between my wet waiting cunt and his well used member was his friendship with my older sister.

On this particular summer evening at the (only) pub in our village, he had passed me by several times at the pool table and, when he was sure my sister wasn’t within eyeshot, would alternate between letting me know how good my arse looked in those jeans or would choose to gain access to the mens toilets by walking around the pool table to where I was stretched forward over my cue and squeeze his body through the tiny gap between my arse and the old fireplace. The second time he did this I could feel his denim clad semi against my buttocks.