A Clothes At The Door Party (Part Two)

I was recovering from being cunt fucked at a party where you had to leave your clothes at the door, a party where 42 pairs of eyes watched a man I didn’t know, a man I didn’t even know the name of, fuck my cunt hard, make my tits ache from being snapped backwards and forwards, make me cum three times, make me make so much noise, and unload a massive amount of cum into my cunt, apart from the bit he sprayed over my ass cheeks. It was a great fuck, in a great situation, and this was early in the party.

Sara had been sodomised by her chosen man, her husband had fucked the hostess Lorraine’s cunt, and my husband was about to fuck the asshole of a curvy beauty called Gail.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth open a bit, almost in shock at what he said. This woman was quite tall, curvy ass, huge tits, blonde hair and had a twinkle in her eye all the time he was mingling with her. They both felt the connection, so they were both each other’s number one, like I was for mine.

As he pushed her to the wall, pressing her there and opening up her ass cheeks, she told him he’d better live up to all that trash talk. He did. He always does.

His cock was hard, and his insertion into her tidy perfect already lubed little ass pucker was careful, but pressing smoothly, firmly, making her yell out as he pushed in. Someone checked if she was OK and she nodded, but was too engrossed with his invading cock to engage any further. To her asshole, he felt enormous, he felt like he’d rip her asshole to pieces, and yet, she felt safe, she felt utterly utterly filled, and she felt like every drive was grinding her body into the wall. She felt every millimetre of his drive, and that was utterly overwhelming.

As my man was still lightly masturbating my cunt, I was imagining being sodomised like my husband was to her. I think my chosen fuck realised, and asked me if that was how I needed my ass fuck to be, as it looked so deep and so forceful to him. I just answered “Yes please”, and I smiled as I watched my husband fuck this poor woman’s asshole even more. He was whispering in her ear, and her crying out was getting louder. Until she came. And he didn’t, and her ass fuck ordeal continued. That wall was crazy for her. She’d never felt so much of an ass fuck before. So deep, so hard. She came again. She was off now. Nothing was going to stop her cumming. Each slam made the next orgasm more inevitable. He told her this hard sodomy is what naughty girls get, what naughty girls deserve, and she just about managed to gasp how naughty she had been, and how she deserved so much more of it. She came again. He told her he didn’t think she should cum, that she didn’t deserve to cum, and of course, those words got her to cum again. He told her next time, he’d have to spank her if she came again. Her body disobeyed him and she came again. She managed to whisper “Next time?” and he suggested she didn’t think was a once only ass fuck, did she? She came again. Obviously not. And then, I saw my husband slam into her ass, I saw his muscles in his ass flex and I saw the evidence of him filling her asshole with cum. She came too, for the last time this fuck, noisily, then she collapsed into his arms, and they retook their seat for more masturbation of her cunt and to view the last fuck of the first round.

Then, whilst we all recovered for a bit (although not from the masturbation and finger fucking that was still carrying on), there were some announcements. One woman (who wasn’t here) would be fertile the following weekend, and she offered any of the men the chance to fuck her and to provide the sperm to make a baby. Signed paperwork to make any father not liable, she just wants their nice fresh sperm, and as much of it as possible. She just wanted good, hard breeding, she just wanted a baby.

A second announcement was that one of the women present was going to have her Mirena removed in a few days time, so she’d be available for a month or two for unprotected breeding and period fucks, although her age made her getting pregnant somewhat less likely. Same paperwork for the men. Seemed a fairly standard part of an offer.

A third announcement was that someone was emigrating overseas in six weeks time, and so if anyone wanted a goodbye fuck, contact her as plenty of slots are available now she’s split with her husband.

A fourth announcement was a reminder to book for the Halloween Witches Coven. They needed more women, because apparently, the sex would be very hard on the witches. Sounded great. I had the perfect outfit. Would be a whole new audience for it.

What I loved was that this was like any old club. Announcements, matter of fact, the fact they were about fucking was irrelevant.

And then we found out who we women were paired with for our lesbian session, although we stayed on our chosen man’s lap, being molested until it was time to fuck the woman. I had real trouble deciding a one-two-three as they were all on a par with each other (my number two was Gail, the woman my husband was fucking), and I did get my number three. I was very happy with who I was to be fucked by, and my number three turned out to be an amazing choice. She was an American named Brandi, her husband was local, but fundamentally, she was a female heavy bisexual, and he was a male heavy bisexual, but they do fuck others of the opposite sex (like here). For every time her and her husband had sex (which was weekly), she had about eight all-female fucks. She was really experienced, and she was really good.

As we both came freely earlier, it was decided that our session would only finish once we had each cum six times. I’d cum a lot already, so that wasn’t that easy a target. When it came to our turn, we impaled our cunts onto a double ended dildo (one that had already been up five pairs of cunts), we kissed, proper tongues kissing, we pulled at the other’s tits, we rubbed our cunts together, we masturbated each other’s cunt, we finger penetrated each other’s asses and we each pegged the other. And what made us cum was pegging each other, cunt and ass, with the same dildo used for both her holes and mine, and finger fucking each other. I’m not going to lie. I was exhausted, especially from the pegging. Very happy, but exhausted. I had no idea how I was going to survive having a wall ass fuck. I considered asking him for another position, but I love that position so much, I just thought adrenaline would get me through. I retook my place on his lap, my body being his to finger fuck, masturbate and grope as he saw fit.

Sara’s lesbian fuck was every bit as hard as mine. They did a lot more ass pegging, and their target was six orgasms too, which they achieved quicker than we did. They were both experienced, and both hungry for cunt and ass, so they went after each other’s bodies with purpose, and even a little venom. After the other all-female pairs had fucked and had their orgasms, there was another break, where the men were requested to volunteer for the earlier three announcements, and women for for the fourth. Sara took the chance to check with me that I was OK. I told her I was wrecked, but nothing was going to stop me. She kissed me, long, lingering, loving, and told me she knew I’d be OK, she’d make sure I made it to the end. She’s a good friend.

Sara’s husband volunteered for the breeding session to get the woman pregnant, my husband volunteered me for the Witches Coven, and I then saw my husband talking to my chosen fuck, and I was scared, scared he’d be telling him how to make that wall fuck totally overwhelming and devastating. He was. He totally was. I was broken, and what I thought I needed was love and compassion. What my husband would be teaching was harsh sodomy, hard ass penetration. But he knew my body way better than anyone else in the room, even me at times, so he knew what my body could handle.

And then to our final fucks. My husband suggested I would need more rest before I could take my chosen man’s cock as he wanted, so he asked for me to have more recovery time, and with everyone’s agreement, I was moved to the last fuck.

A few fucks in, it was Sara’s cunt, and her man bent her over the dining table, fucking hard, and as it was his second fuck, he lasted a long time. Poor Sara was cumming and cumming, almost desperate for it to end, but taking every stroke and every rub like a pro. And eventually, her squeezing paid off, him spewing another massive load of cum, this time into her cunt. And sitting back on his lap, his fingers were getting a little messy, a little cummy, as he masturbated her. And she loved the messy wanking, a very visible sign to all the others of how much she had made him cum.

Sara’s husband had Lorraine’s ass fuck next, piledriving her when she was face down on the sofa. She hadn’t been sodomised that way for years, and she thoroughly enjoyed it, cumming almost at his will. Like the wall fuck, but more comfy for Lorraine. He was exhausted when he was finished, she had lost all her elegance. He’d fucked it out of her. With messy hair, smudged make-up and a look of exhaustion, his fingers harshly fucked her cunt, making her cum over and over, even whilst watching other people cum. His relentlessness was both endearing and very very hard for poor Lorraine to keep up with. But let’s face it, her husband has his pet party fucktoy, and she now really wants to become Sara’s husband’s pet party fucktoy. She owed herself that much.

By the time it got round to my husband and Gail, Gail was practically begging to have her cunt awash with his sticky cum. So, that was my husband’s cue to make her wait, to start fucking her really hard, to start making her cum and cum, but stopping himself from cumming, holding his cum back. She tried to goad him into cumming quickly, but he has more control over his orgasm than that, he had more control over her orgasms than that too. He had her in one of his favourite position, ass in the air, legs spread enough to get his cock in, head far lower than her ass, tits hanging down by her face. Holding onto her ass cheeks to keep in place as he slammed into her cunt, he knew she’d start to get light-headed soon, which he knows from doing it to me and Anna means her orgasms will get harder and more dreamy. She just took his cock in that position, until her head did feel a little woozy, and she moved her arms to get up. At that moment, her orgasm struck and her arms gave way, keeping her head down as she started to cry out. Her legs twisted as if to give way, but he held her hips firm and carried on fucking, as his crotch was literally dripping with the juices she had sprayed out. Her next orgasm was almost starting as soon as the previous one finished, and there was another one, this last one being the one that finally forced his cock to cum inside her. I saw his ass muscles tense over and over, giving me a hint of just how much cum he had deposited deep in her cunt. As her body tried to collapse, he pulled her onto his lap and immediately started masturbating her again, just like the rest of us.

A few more fucks and then finally, last and definitely not least, was me. Poor broken, cummed out me. Lorraine and Sara manhandled me up and pinned me against the wall. My man lubed my asshole and started trash talking me, pretending he wasn’t aware of my condition. He knew how to get me worked up.

And as he pushed his cock through my pucker, Lorraine and Sara were still holding me, pinning me in place, ensuring I was held up, I was safe, and my asshole was available for his use. If they had let go, I would have collapsed. They didn’t. They were with me all the way.

And my chosen fuck applied the wisdom my husband gave him, to make sure my ass fuck was overwhelming, to make sure it was hard sodomy, to make sure I felt every inch of regret for the pounding my asshole was taking. He just fucked on and on, perfectly on rhythm, massive and rock hard, the unyielding wall making my poor ravaged body take every millimetre of his drives. I came without resistance now, I had no fight left to hold an orgasm back, and with one of my orgasms, my legs gave way, meaning I was being held against the wall entirely by Lorraine, Sara and my man’s cock. And still he fucked. Just like I wanted him too. It was totally overwhelming, and I lost all track of time until he finally, quite unexpectedly, came hard deep in my ass.

And that was it, half an evening and half the night fucking. I was broken. I was overwhelmed. I was crying. I was happy.

As Lorraine ordered us a taxi, my husband and Sara’s got me back into my dress. Lorraine then told us that Sara and her husband were accepted as full members of that fuck party scene, and that me and my husband were full members too, just ones they knew wouldn’t be there that often, as we lived a good way away. With that knowledge, my husband signed up for a period fuck from announcement two, and also organised a “lunch” in two days time, after I’ve recovered, with Lorraine, who was my husband’s number two, and her husband, who was my number two man. By lunch, I mean fucking. And, despite being broken, I signalled how much I was looking forward to being a slutty witch at the Witch Fuck-Fest, something Lorraine seemed particularly pleased at. She thought I’d be popular. Not that I knew what I was volunteering for, just that I’d be in my obscene witches outfit (and I love how well it shows my body off), and that the sex would be hard on us women.

Our two husbands carried me to the taxi, and Sara and I sat in the middle of the rear, my husband snuggling with Sara and hers with me. I felt her lift my skirt up, and open my legs a bit, and realised hers were the same, and she was displaying both of our well-fucked messy cunts for the driver to see in his mirror. It seems that Lorraine had arranged it that if we showed our cunts the whole time, we’d get a cut-price fare. In our village, our local taxi driver gets a blow job, not just showing our cunts, but we do get a totally free ride.

But I really didn’t care at this point. I showed my cunt, he could have touched it if he wanted. I was broken, I was orgasmed out, I was a teary mess, I was happy. What a night. What a crowd.