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Pegtember: Tiny Skirts, Women’s Panties and Massive Dildos (Update 1)

6 September 2026 / / 3 Comments

We interrupt the normal posting schedule for our first Pegtember update. Five days in, and my husband’s ass has already been pegged for nearly eight hours in total. The general consensus of the girls is they want to average over an hour a day, with more than two hours on a Saturday, or Party Night as were calling it. That’s a really harsh amount for his asshole to take, I mean each pegging hour is harder on the asshole than an hour of anal by cock just because the materials involved are not natural and are more rigid, but he’s done it so far. It’s my birthday present and he always does his best to give me what I want. Which is why I asked him for another (late) Birthday Present, a fantasy tentacle dildo. To use on his asshole. He bought it immediately, obviously. Should arrive any day now.

Tuesday (1st) started with him finding the Pegtember box in his office and coming downstairs wearing delightful women’s pink satin crotchless panties, completely failing to contain his cock, and waving some stockings around. Quite simply, if I wanted him to wear stockings, he’d have to have his legs being waxed. Fabulous idea, and it felt like a real step forward. I asked on the group chat if anyone had waxing strips, but Stacey suggested I call the village mobile beauty therapist Tasha, who does a lot of emergency work. Initially, she said no, but when I mentioned it was the next step in my husband’s feminisation, she said she’d be round in minutes.

When she arrived, he was wearing only a standard man’s t-shirt and the women’s pink satin crotchless panties, and nothing more. She had him stand and removed the panties, so she could inspect what she had to do. He was, of course, cleared of hair in the “boy shorts” area by electrolysis some years ago, so her waxing task was straight forward. Something Tasha always does to make customers calmer is to slip her skirt and panties off to match their nakedness with hers. So, naked from the waist down, she cracked on immediately, and was about halfway done when Laura and Victoria arrived. Given Tasha knew what was going on, and was half naked, Laura and Vicki took their tops off and changed into their teeny skirts and strap-on harnesses, loaded with the first dildos, appearing just as Tasha was finishing his legs off and checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Her checking included his cock and balls (a few times), and over his ass cheeks and down his ass crack, none of which she actually waxed. I took this as a cue to ask her if she wanted to stay for the pegging, and she said she could only stay a bit.

Laura, Vicki and Tasha quickly got him dressed for the pegging. Laura put on his white stockings and suspenders, taking great joy in how they slipped so easily up his perfectly smooth legs, Tasha put back on to him the pink satin crotchless panties she removed earlier (thus ensuring his panties were over his suspenders, as they should be for any Good Girl), and Vicki put on to him his obscenely short tartan skirt and thin white girly blouse. This was a schoolgirl outfit, that would only be improved if he had tits.

He was bent over the arm of the sofa, into the position we were going to peg him in, and Laura parted his ass cheeks, displaying his pucker for the first time, whilst I lubed his asshole, lavish amounts, including pushing it deep with my fingers. Then, in a degrading piece of symbolism I know he loves, I drooled onto his asshole, rubbing it in. Laura and Vicki each spat on his pucker and rubbed it in, and even Tasha drooled on his asshole and rubbed it in. She looked so cute, being bottomless and rubbing her drool into his pucker. She had a beautiful cunt and ass, and was totally hairless from the waist down, as you might expect from someone who waxes for a living.

Well, Laura and Vicki were insatiable. They fucked his asshole so hard, all while a bottomless Tasha was watching, and when I let her out, I invited her to come back another day and take part. She started to say no, and then instead went for maybe. Laura and Vicki carried on until his asshole was well stretched, well ready for me and the largest dildo he can take all of at full speed, a 9 inch long 7½ inch circumference realistic looking cock with big weighty balls that slam into his body on each stroke. I am training his asshole to take a larger one, and I’m not far off getting there. I’d use that larger one the next day, but I wanted his first pegging to be all full speed, full power and full length. I think what made Laura and Vicki fuck him that hard, apart from the excitement, was that schoolgirl outfit, and in particular the women’s pink satin crotchless panties. He looked so sexy with his cock escaping from panties not made for it, and with the tiny skirt flipped up to show his ass, our usual position. Laura and in particular Vicki had wanted him to wear a skirt and panties for pegging for so long, and each and every dildo was inserted through the gap and he was fucked very very hard.

Wednesday (2nd) started with me licking his asshole, a simple piece of aftercare that we agreed beforehand, twenty minutes of sloppy analingus to soothe his misused asshole, including quite a lot of spitting and drooling on his asshole, something he finds invigorating, but quite degrading. I don’t want to overdo the spitting and drooling, but it will be a part of every pegging and every rimming, he loves it that much, he loves the degradation, and his asshole does need to be soothed. I checked he was OK with what happened, every element, and that he enjoyed himself. He thoroughly did. Only 29 more peggings to go.

The evenings peggers were Carla and late replacement Paula, who came in as Anna had to be away for the night. Paula had never pegged anyone before, so she had some lessons from Carla and me, and she soon got in the swing of it. And this day was his first wearing the Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug. I have to admit I nearly came helping Carla to put it on him, lubing his urethra and inserting the long stainless steel cumstopper. He is used to sounding, but normally him doing it, not someone else. The rod was snug, as it was meant to be, and he was struggling before even one peg occurred. We put an obscenely short skirt and a teeny virginal white thong on him, cotton but so small his cage would never be contained, and then Carla spanked and paddled him a few dozen times, before Paula moved the thong aside to lube his asshole. Much lubing and finger penetration later, and we all three spat on his asshole before Paula pushed in the dildo. It was her first ever pegging session, and she really got in the hang of a hard pegging quite quickly, really fucking his asshole vigorously and mercilessly. Carla went next, Paula had another go, and then Carla ended up with the huge dildo I ended the session with the previous day. That is because I was deploying his latest nemesis, one he couldn’t take all the way, one I was training him for, and one I was determined he’d be able to take soon, well before the end of Pegtember. This is a 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter brute, again realistic, but this time, the balls are large, heavy and move independently of the dildo like real balls do. Like all the other dildos, I made him suck it first, and lubed it in front of him, as Paula relubed his asshole. I normally ask him during training how far he wanted me to go, but not today. I told him he was going to this take more and further in than he ever had before. Saying the size really emphasised what was about to invade his asshole, and his cock did move, although was severely restricted by the cage.

I was very gentle, pushing it in, all the time talking to him about what a Good Girl he was, and how much he had taken. I reached the point where he yelped last time, and he hadn’t, so I pulled back out and pushed in again a little further, until he yelped. I stopped, stroked his hair and told him how proud I was, and how he only needed to take a little more, and then I withdrew and pushed in again, again pushing a little further than before. He yelped again, and Carla said he was so close, and a good cock caged girly like him could take the last half inch of length, and I pulled out and pushed back in again, this time ignoring his yelp mere millimetres from being all the way in. He felt the balls touch his ass and he knew. I held it all the way in as Paula praised and kissed him and Carla played with his cock cage, and then I pulled out and pushed all the way in again. He didn’t yelp. Again, Paula kissed him and Carla played with his balls as I did stroke after stroke, all gentle, but pushing all the way in, with a brief pause before pulling out again. This wasn’t yet a hard slamming ass fuck, but it would be soon.

I was doing stroke after stroke until Carla stopped me, with the dildo buried all the way, and she kissed him and told him he’d had fifty full penetrations with this monster, and did he want to end with a couple of dozen slightly faster ones. He was sweating, and just nodded. So I started, slightly faster, a slight slam at the end, and his grunting was showing the effect. And he managed all 24, and I felt that was enough for the day. Carla removed the cock cage and then gave him a blow job until he came in her mouth, something she shared with Paula and me.

The next day, Thursday (3rd), I did the twenty minute aftercare rimming and drooling session right after he gave me my morning Submissive Sodomy, and the evening peggers were Laura and Ella, Ella too not being experienced at pegging. We made him wear the cock cage and a tiny mesh florescent pink thong, which again didn’t handle the cage, and the blouse, but no skirt. Laura gets up some speed with pegging, and Ella, being young and energetic, wasn’t far behind. There was lots of slamming before, inevitably, I donned the 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter again, starting slowly, but fully in after only four strokes, a few more slower ones, and then the bulk of the strokes at the fastest pace from yesterday. Ella and Laura were alternating between encouraging him and watching the brute impale him. When I thought I was well past 50 strokes, I stopped, pressing the dildo into his asshole, and asked him if he wanted faster. As if he was going to say no, I told Ella to count the 24, and I set about slamming the dildo into his asshole harder. If I’m honest, I wasn’t far off full speed, and his asshole took it. Sometimes, I’m amazed what his asshole can take. Clearly his cock suffered in the cage, and his asshole was really stretched, so after his asshole was emptied, I cuddled him and said how amazing he was whilst Ella sucked his cock clear of cum, again her sharing it with Laura and me.

Friday (4th) saw Ella pop in to do the rimming, with us both doing the spitting and drooling, and I did a quick check-in with him after that. The evening was a cage free one with him cumming a load all over the place whilst being pegged. The white cotton virginal thong was back, as were Carla and Victoria, and it was a first outing for the French Maid’s outfit. I was fairly broken, from a whole day of free-use as the only woman available all day, so I just watched as Vicki and Carla swapped, until Carla ended up with the brute, and she only did a couple of warm up strokes before slamming in hard. He yelped and, she slapped his ass, telling him to not be a wimp and to take this monster like a girl. He was almost in tears, but he took every stroke, every slam and his cock in such a mess. Vicki had to clean him up, whilst Carla told him how much she enjoyed doing that to him, but I’d slam even harder tomorrow. I wasn’t sure I could manage that, but I’d give it a try.

Saturday (5th) saw Carla do the sloppy analingus, and the evening we decided was Pegging Party Night, his asshole being the centre of attention. The twist here was that as someone stopped pegging him, he had to lick her asshole whilst his asshole was lubed for the next dildo, and with every change of pegger, that person would degrade him a little by spitting or drooling on his asshole and rubbing it in before pushing the dildo in. On duty were Laura, Victoria, Paula, Stacey and me. It was Stacey’s first experience pegging a man, and she had been wrecked by him earlier in the day, a four hour fucking session where she came so so much. He had the bright pink crotchless women’s bikini panties on, and his cock poked out of the waistband, meaning his cum sprayed all over his belly as we pegged him. I did my best at full speed slamming with the monster, and Stacey had a go too. What have we unleashed in this girl? He took the hard slams with the monster easier than the day before, meaning he was getting used to it. He needed to because the tentacle is even bigger. His asshole was being fucked for over 2½ hours, and as soon as everyone left, I got to be big spoon, giving him some love after his ordeal. It’s only day 5. 25 to go. His asshole simply had to manage.

I’ll do another update in a good few days. The first five days were hard on his asshole, and there was much degradation, but it will get harder as his asshole is used up more. I do have to say though he has thoroughly enjoyed it so far, he’s cum so much, he’s loved wearing the panties and women’s clothes, he’s loved the demeaning spitting, drooling and language and he loves the cock cage, particularly the rod down his urethra. And remember, this is MY birthday present. My mind is working on what his birthday present might be……

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part One)

5 September 2026 / / 1 Comment

Lorraine opened her front door and invited us in. She was wearing a black full-length sequinned dress, nothing underneath, deep cleavage and split up to the waist on both sides. She looked absolutely stunning, but she wouldn’t be wearing it for long. Once all the party guests had arrived, and therefore she no longer had to keep answering the front door, she’d be taking the dress off, just like the rest of us, who would already be naked by then.

She leant in and kissed Sara and her husband, and my husband and me, not a welcome peck on the cheek, but about a thirty second on the lips full tongues snog each, a rather lovely way to meet someone for the first time. She handed us a plastic box, and whilst we were still in the hall, with a full length frosted glass window and door behind us, and under Lorraine’s smiling watchful eyes, we had to remove our clothes and put them in the box. This was a party where you had to leave your clothes at the door, and even then, women were limited to arriving in one piece of clothing, the men two. So, as instructed, I was wearing a short blue and white fifties style dress, gathered at the waist, and my husband, his trousers and shirt, and they were folded up and put in a plastic box she had labelled with our names. Sara put her little black dress and her husband’s shirt and trousers into their box. We kept our shoes and I adjusted my hair clip to be higher, with the bundle of hair more playful, and then, as she let us through into the party, she put the boxes in a side room with the others.

We knew no one else here, not even the hostess, and yet, later this evening, Sara and I would be fucking one of the men and one of the women. The men would fuck one of the women, twice, once cunt and once ass, and the woman would be his to masturbate, grope, edge and generally touch the rest of the time, hours of relentless masturbation and bodily contact, only broken up by her fucking one of the women. The rules were very strict, for everyone’s pleasure and enjoyment, as there were a lot of people that needed to fuck, and all the fucks needed to be in sight of the guests.

We had until 9pm to mingle. We were naked, as was everybody else (including Lorraine once everyone had arrived), and we had the run of the downstairs of the house, the patio and the back garden. Until 9pm, nobody was allowed to touch anyone other than you could in polite company. Apart from kissing. Each pair was allowed a single thirty second on the lips full tongues snog (two men would shake hands). There was no sex, but the sexual tension was palpable, and the kissing just hyped things up.

At 9pm, each couple had to decide whether to leave the party, stay and only watch, or stay and get fucked. I mean everyone knew why we were there, but as most of the people there didn’t know each other (or only knew each other from one of these parties), there was a chance you’d be randomly paired with someone for a fuck, and if there was anyone you didn’t like, that was your chance to leave, or watch. Because if you stayed to fuck, you had to fuck the people you were paired with. No choice. No backing out. By handing the voting form in, you committed to fucking whoever you were paired with. It felt kinda risky, yet it was thrilling and exciting. Being told who to fuck was unreal. And yet there we all were.

Everyone stayed. Everyone was nice, and eager to get going. Everyone decided to fuck. Twenty two couples would all be fucked tonight, in full view of the other party guests.

The next phase was for each man to vote for the three women they would like to fuck. Not partners. Not anyone you knew outside the fuck party scene. And the women had to vote for three men and three women. Same rules. For me, the men were a fairly easy choice. Three really attracted me. I really struggled with the women. I had about ten.

The votes were collected, and the hostess and helpers went to work out the pairings. If there was anyone who wasn’t on anyone’s list of three, then who fucked who would be at random, drawn by numbered balls in a bag. That didn’t happen.

So next, people were paired up with those they voted for. This process can fail at this point, and we’d be back at random, but it didn’t. We all got paired off with someone from our top three.

As Lorraine came back, the chairs, armchairs and sofas in the lounge were arranged for the men to sit on. Then, the women were called and told whose lap to sit on. This was their man for the night.

And I was over the moon. My man was my number one choice (and apparently I was his), and so with great joy, I sat on his lap, his cock nudging my ass. I leant back against his chest and he grabbed a tit in each hand. At this point, that was all he was allowed to do. As instructed, I put my legs either side of his, so my cunt was on display, even a little open. All the women ended up like this, tits gripped, cunt on display.

And what a cunt my husband’s chosen woman had, perfect to my eyes, and my husband couldn’t see it, he could only see the women opposite him. That was no doubt a lovely view too.

Once everyone was in place, and had had their tits gripped for a while, Lorraine called for the “Women’s Warm Up Session”, where the men’s hands left our tits, went to our cunts and started masturbating us, finger fucking us. Lorraine reminded us that every woman must cum at this point, so make it loud and proud. We were. The cacophony of moans and screams was electric. And what I didn’t know was the order we came in decided the order we’d be fucked in, this time, the one that came last was fucked first. I came second last, so I’d be fucked second. My husband’s came fairly quickly, fourth I think, so he’d fuck fourth from last.

Next was a quick “Men’s Warm Up Session”, the girls on our knees giving sloppy blow jobs, not to orgasm, just enjoying our chosen cock in our mouths, enjoying their full balls in our hands. We finished on a whistle and each girl had to retake their position on their man’s lap with their legs either side of his, so their cunts, their clits and their masturbation was visible, and we had to be in that position all the time apart from when we were being fucked, we were being edged all the time we weren’t being fucked.

The first woman to be fucked picked a ball out of the bag. We knew each man would fuck both our cunts and assholes, one either side of our lesbian session. The ball decided which one we had first. The man decided the position and circumstances. She also picked a second ball, which was used to decide the sequence of our all-female fucks later on.

The girl who went first got cunt, and the man sat her on the sofa where he was, pulled her ass to the edge, lifted her legs up his front and ploughed in there. This wasn’t about long fucks, it was about hard slamming quick fucks, it was about thundering orgasms, it was about cum deep in our cunts, it was about putting on a show for the audience. These were raw, unprotected fucks. We had 44 male/female fucks and 11 all-female fucks to get through, and it was already 9:30 when we started. All the time we watched them fuck, my man kept masturbating me, gently, and finger fucking me, slightly harder, just keeping me revved up (as if the visuals weren’t enough to do the job).

She screamed. She had her breath taken away, she came, hard, doubling over hard, and yet he still carried on his hard perfectly rhythmed slams. She quietened down after she had cum, she was trying to regain her breath, trying to regain her composure. The wielder of her cock was having none of it, and very soon she was that ragged mess again, her composure had gone, her arms up over her head, her tits snapping to his rhythm. I could see her cunt squeezing his cock, and it worked. Eventually, he slammed hard in and stayed there, as she was doubling over with another massive orgasm, I saw his ass muscles flex as he squirted a whole load of sticky cum into her cunt.

And then, they switched places and she sat on his lap again, hers legs either side of his, him playing with her tits and masturbating her messy cunt as before. There was no clean up. At any point all night. If you were a mess, you were a mess.

It was my turn to be made a mess next, and my chosen man’s cock was already quite hard and quite big. But he fancied seeing my tits hang and swing, so he bent me over the arm of the sofa and after a couple of extra cunt rubs between my legs, he ploughed straight in. My cunt was sloppy as hell already and it welcomed the hard sizeable intruder easily. There was no finesse about this fuck. I had an audience like I love, I had my husband watching me get fucked by this man whose name I couldn’t remember, and the man was good, he was hitting all the right spots, he was rubbing in all the right places, and soon I was screaming, I was moaning and I was cumming. And as usual, I carried on being fucked until the man came, and for me, that involved him giving me three hard orgasms, and it involved my tits snapping backwards and forwards so much that I could feel the ache after my first fuck. And his cum, well there seemed to be so much of it, and as he carried on fucking me as he was cumming, some was really deep in my cunt, some was very shallow and a bit sprayed over my ass cheeks, cum I ground into his lap as I took my place on his lap, legs either side of his, cummy cum on display, tired from the hard cumming, tender tits from the snapping, ready to watch more fucking.

A few fucks later, Sara drew anal, and her man had her bent in a similar tit snapping position, whilst he sodomised her hard. She couldn’t remember his name either, and that really hyped the fuck up for her, cumming on an empty cunt quickly. Sara had poise and elegance, so when some of us fucked ones were ragged, dishevelled, a mess, Sara still maintained her aura, like you would imagine a big screen film goddess doing whilst she fucked anyone she could get her hands on.

Despite cumming early on, she took a long hard ass fuck, like you’d expect of Sara really, having a couple more orgasms before he finally came, but the smile on her face and the glow said it all.

A couple more fucks later was Sara’s husband, and he had Lorraine’s cunt. That stunning elegant woman from the door was soon a complete mess, hair everywhere, moaning and screaming as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her, not large ones, but a large number of small ones. She was filthy telling him what he was doing to her cunt, and that only spurred him on, with him telling her what he was going to wreak on her asshole later. He came big, and they collapsed in a heap. She chose well.

And a few more fucks before my husband was up with his chosen fuck, a curvy beauty called Gail. And much to his delight, he got ass. He adored his first fuck with a woman being anal, so that was perfect. As he was lubing her asshole up, he was telling her about how big he was going to get, how much he was going to stretch her, how much her asshole would regret her picking him and how much cum he was going to leave in her asshole.

Pegtember: Power Shift

1 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

Oh, my husband’s asshole is so going to massively regret this.

A couple of months ago, he asked what I wanted for my birthday. I think he was thinking something nice to wear, perhaps something to show my body off, or a new sex toy or piece of kit for our sex room. What I replied was that I wanted him to complete Pegtember. He gave it a little consideration, and then said OK, if that is what I wanted. It was, and then, in a flash of inspiration and without massively thinking about it, I told him I wanted him in Girl Mode every time we pegged him, panties, skirts, costumes, that sort of thing. He looked a little wide eyed, but told me it was my birthday present, and if I wanted to peg him with him in a skirt or panties, so be it. I don’t think he really thought it through.

For those who don’t know, Pegtember is an event where someone is pegged every single day of September. Thirty consecutive peggings. Now, he’s normally pegged once a week, sometimes twice, normally Laura, Victoria and me, sometimes Carla and me, sometimes Anna and me. As you may remember, my body isn’t up to giving his ass the seeing to I think it deserves, so I get support. They get to do the long hard warm up, and I normally get to finish with the monster, the big dildo, the one that really stretches his asshole. Long satisfying pegging for him, building up through dildo sizes until I arrive with the huge one. Win-win for me, getting to watch him get near, then getting to use the huge one on him as a finale.

But a whole month. Thirty days, not missing a single session, will be hard for his ass. Mind you, I get sodomised every day, so he owes me, right?

I told the girls. I told them I needed at least one of them every single night to support me in his pegging, ideally two. I know some people do shorter peggings for Pegtember, to help the poor peggee’s asshole get through it, but I’m not. I want long, full, brutal peggings just like normal. Just more of them, just every day for a month. He’s always pushing me to take longer, harder, bigger. Now it’s his turn.

We started putting names in the calendar, and I realised I’m away working (well, fucking in the name of work) for a few days in September, so the girls agreed to peg him in my absence, live on video for me to watch and masturbate to in the comfort of my hotel room. There were lots of volunteers for pegging him, and the girls insisted on a 45 minute minimum pegging each and every day, whether I was there or not. I happily and eagerly agreed, after all it wasn’t my asshole, although I suspect my asshole will pay over the long term. It’s used to it. He’d have no choice but to agree, he’d have no choice other than to take whatever pegging we wanted to mete out.

We made up a Pegtember box for him. All the strap-on harnesses and dildos. Lube, lots and lots of lube. And women’s panties to fit him, panties I’d bought specifically for Pegtember. Proper girly panties. Tiny thongs, crotchless panties, open-backed panties, ones that wouldn’t hold his cock, thongs we would move aside to penetrate him, crotchless and open-backed ones we’d fuck through.

Also in there is a French Maid’s outfit and a Schoolgirl outfit I made for him, complete with stockings and suspenders I bought for him. I’ve been meaning to sort these outfits out for so long, and this was the excuse to get my sewing machine out. Paula and Laura wanted to peg him in a French Maid’s outfit, Anna and Victoria is a Schoolgirl one. All four will have their way. There were tiny skirts like he has me wearing, including some of the indecent variety I often wear at home, and a blouse, one for someone with tiny tits.

This Girl Mode shouldn’t be a surprise if you read my post about buying him panties and short skirts earlier in the year. He’s worn the panties a lot, and the skirts quite a bit at home, and out to the event he wanted, but I really wanted to move this on, wanted to get him into Girl Mode, which he has yet to do. This is a good chance to cement Girl Mode for him.

And also in there is a Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug, a stainless-steel torture device to use sometimes. Rings down the shaft, a ring round the base of his cock, a ring round the base of his balls, a ring under the edge of his Glans, and a Penis Plug, long enough so that even when he is as erect as he can be in that thing, his urethra will be full of metal. It will stop him cumming. Laura and Victoria wanted to stop him cumming. Apparently it makes the man focus on the pegging even more. And I’ve wanted one of these for him for the longest time too.

I won’t post updates every day, just occasionally. We want it to be tough for him, a struggle for him. He likes pushing us to extremes in the hunt for sexual gratification, now it’s our turn. We are going to enjoy the pegging, the costumes, the skirts, the panties, but above all, we want him to enjoy it, as well as endure it, and I want him to get really into Girl Mode and to want to do it more.

The Pegtember box is on his home office chair, waiting for him to come home from work. Laura and Victoria are due about 8pm. Let the pegging fun begin!

Just Your Average Friday

11 April 2026 /

I was really comfortable in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, head on the seat, tits nestling in the triangular tunnel between the seat, the arm and my body, legs spread wide, feet held apart by my spreader bar, skirt lifted up over my ass, hands gripping on to my ass cheeks, hard cock in my cunt. It was relaxing, it was familiar, I was entirely at home. I was on my third hard cock in a row fucking my cunt in this position, and I hadn’t moved between the fucks. I couldn’t really, my ankles were held wide apart by the spreader bar.

About ninety minutes previously, my husband bent me into this position and fitted the spreader bar. Once he was happy my legs were secured wide apart, he rubbed my cunt with his glans, nudging it from between my legs, and talking at me not as a wife, not as a free-use slut, but as a hole, a hole to be used, a hole for his and others’ enjoyment. It felt a bit demeaning, being reduced to a hole, but my cunt was tingling and my breath was shortening,

His glans felt good, comforting almost, as he waited for his moment to push his cock in and take me. I needed it. Even though I’d been fucked a lot already that day, I still needed it so much. And after his glans teasing my cunt for quite a while, rubbing on my lips and nudging my tunnel, he finally pushed his cock deep into my cunt and started to fuck me again, a long, slow, deliberate free-use fuck, specifically not rubbing inside my cunt the way I needed to cum quickly. He wasn’t being kind to me that day, he was making me wait, almost baiting me into begging to be allowed to cum.

Even though I wasn’t being built towards an orgasm, it felt so good to have his lovely hard cock ploughing in and out of my cunt. If his glans was comforting, his cock busy fucking me was relaxing perfection, using my cunt for his pleasure and his peace. My cunt was where his cock was meant to be, and it was for a good 40 minutes, until Tanya’s husband let himself in and found us mid-fuck.

As is his right, he made my husband give up my cunt and he immediately took his place, rubbing his glans against my lips and then pushing hard in, filling my cunt, replacing the empty void that was my husband’s cock, giving me what I needed. The men enjoy doing that to each other, stopping each other fucking mid-fuck, and the women get much longer fucks out of it. Swapping cocks mid-fuck seems so normal now.

My husband sat around gently stroking his cock and watched with a proud glow as Tanya’s husband fucked me, powerfully ploughing into my cunt, him getting harder and harder, and unlike my husband, he had rubbed inside and had already made me cum, a hard but fairly quick orgasm, as he ploughed on regardless, as was his right. He treated my orgasm with the disdain it deserved, as the most important thing was him cumming, him filling my eager cunt with a big load of sticky cum. My husband adored seeing my body squirm and loved the noises I made as Tanya’s husband fucked me and made me cum.

It didn’t seem long before Tanya’s husband was showing signs of being close to cumming, and he fought the valiant fight and held it off for a fair while, but eventually, he couldn’t hold on any more and he just sprayed the inside of my cunt with a liberal coating of sticky cum. My cunt always gets a lot of cum on a Friday, and so does my asshole.

As soon as he was done, he withdrew and left the house, with no clean-up of his cock and a cheery farewell, leaving my cunt in quite a mess. Almost immediately, my husband took his place back in my cunt, a sloppier cunt than he left, but well warmed up and already part way to cumming again. My husband wasn’t completely soft, but he needed building up again. This time, I came again in about ten minutes, as the rubbing was really hitting the spot. My husband obviously carried on fucking me, as I needed, and as I got more breathless, my husband accelerated, slamming his cock in hard, rubbing my clit and lips with his cock on the way in and out. I clamped down on his cock, making his cock rub on the inside of my cunt and making him start to grunt before he came, another dose of cum liberally sprayed round my well used cunt.

Just as he pulled out, relieved at finally getting to finish that fuck and being able to cum inside me, the front door went again and in came Anna’s husband. My husband still had a grip on my ass cheeks, even though he had pulled out, and I felt his hands leave my ass and be replaced by Anna’s husband’s hands moments later. His cock pushed into my slightly gaping messy cunt a moment later still, and he started his fuck, a semi-hard cock growing every second, building up towards depositing yet more cum in my cunt.

This is a Friday. I usually get fucked eight times before 5pm on a Friday. Friday is the day all the other free-use women are unavailable, and the men are usually ending the week working from home. So it falls to me and my well-used cunt and asshole to provide free-use for four men, four cocks all to cum, four sets of balls all to be drained, into my glorious welcoming and probably already cummy cunt and asshole. And this, Anna’s husband was my fifth fuck of the day, the fifth lot of cum deposited inside my body.

First up was my husband and my usual early morning Submissive Sodomy, a very long ass fuck that day, because “I wasn’t submissive enough yesterday”. Rose’s husband was next, and on request of my husband, he did another very long Submissive Sodomy session, and he said I knew why.

It was 10am before I came for the first time. It was another anal session, this time from Anna’s husband and I was so ready to cum, even the motion from rubbing my cunt on the bedclothes as he fucked my ass was enough to make me cum. He carried on fucking my asshole, my orgasm being irrelevant to him, and almost got me there again, but didn’t and left me hanging frustratingly short of an orgasm, stopping as soon as he came. I didn’t complain, I knew better than to complain. I was so near cumming that the postman’s manipulation of my tits shortly after Anna’s husband fucked me was enough to make me cum. It surprised him! I was just relieved, and my cunt was really messy under my skirt.

Then we had the bent over the sofa trilogy of my husband, Tanya’s husband and Anna’s husband cumming in my cunt, and all of them made me cum. By this time, I was cumming very easily, and I needed every single one of those orgasms. I was so on heat, even for a Friday. It’s days like this that I really feel like a cum dumpster, and in my sexual excitement, it is a label I am happy to carry.

Anna’s husband absolutely adores fucking a cunt that is liberally coated with other men’s cum, his cock gets so large at the sloppy feeling round his cock, at the visuals of a cunt that is leaking cum, and when I tell him how much cunt has been used and just how much cum I have in me, his cock gets the largest it ever gets, his fuck gets the fastest it ever gets and the most filling it ever gets, and he’ll end up adding a mega-load to that of the other men. I usually find calling myself a cum dumpster at the right moment is enough to finish him off.

So the totals were three anal and three vaginal fucks so far, and still about four hours to go, and Tanya’s husband did indeed cum in my ass and Rose’s husband came in my still sloppy cunt. It had become the norm, almost a tradition. On a Friday, if they fuck me twice, they try to do one of each. I even got a third session with my husband (as I sometimes do), as he was talking during my cunt fuck of another Submissive Sodomy session. I was so in the submissive head space, being grateful for every orgasm and proud my holes were being well used. I just messed up a bit the previous day, and instead of spanking me like I thought he might, he overloaded me with Submissive Sodomy sessions. I was angry with myself and he thought this was the best way to calm me and to ensure I learned the lessons of my slip.

Just remember my holes are theirs for the taking, theirs to do as they please. Although they mostly try to make me cum, they don’t have to, so each time they do, it is a precious gift, even if they ignore my orgasm and just carry on for their own pleasure.

And then, Friday evening, as usual, I went down to the village pub. My sloppy messy cunt wasn’t be tidied up before I did, and I got myself fucked by the barman, and I ended up going home with Carla, who enjoyed licking five men’s cum and copious cunt juices from my manky well used cunt. And she made me cum loads herself. It’s her joy, making me cum, over and over, especially when I’ve already cum a lot – it feels like a challenge to her. I made her cum too. She so deserved it.

So that was my last Friday, a pretty average Friday. I love it. I crave it. I look forward to it.

What Have I Done?

26 November 2025 /

Here I was naked, kneeling on a mattress on the floor, looking round at eight naked men standing round me like the points of a compass, cocks showing signs of life but being untouched.

My husband said later that I looked slightly scared, and to be honest, I was. Because I remembered what I had said, I remembered what I told my husband about one of my last unfulfilled fantasies. I remembered telling my husband I wanted to be that gang-bang girl, the one in the middle of a mass of men, the one that wouldn’t stop being fucked until all the cocks were finished, the one that would be made to cry because of the relentless action with no respite, the one that all the men would just use without mercy and without giving even a seconds thought for her.

I had my favourite porn video, one where a fluffer got the men ready (to keep up the pace of fucking the gang-bang girl), one with a mascara-streaked face (as was my current fetish), one where she started off quite active and ended up broken, limp, being moved and fucked by them. I guess it was my favourite because I knew that’s how I’d end up, this crap body not having the stamina to carry on actively.

And my husband had only gone and organised it. My big mouth had got me into trouble again. He tried to organise my dream gang-bang for my birthday, but the nine diaries didn’t align, but they did last week, perfectly timed to be a celebration of my 150th blog post.

The eight men were the free-use men (my husband, Anna’s, Rose’s and Tanya’s), my ex-boss (who fucks me fairly regularly anyway), Sara’s husband, Laura’s ex-husband (from our earlier days watching other couples) and my favourite customer (one who keeps coming back to me, mostly to fuck I think, but I do also improve his business).

The fluffer was Anna, who my husband said had made clear that she’d want to be the gang-bang girl at some point in the future. This time, Anna wasn’t to be touched or touch herself, her cunt was to be left aching and unsatisfied, her ass and tits ungroped. She could only use her hands and mouth in her role as fluffer, and she would have her work cut out, with eight cocks to deal with.

The recorder was Paula, documenting exactly what happened to me, for our personal record. Someone had to document it, and like Anna, Paula too wasn’t allowed to touch herself or be touched, her cunt, ass and tits all unused.

Until afterwards. My husband had agreed that Anna and Paula could fuck each other afterwards, in front of all the spent men. And I think the women would need it. The titillation, the smell of sex, my orgasms, the men’s cum, would all be like a mega edging session for them, and out of kindness, my husband agreed they would be each other’s relief, but only after the gang-bang was finished, and only in full view of the eight men. Paula and Anna would have a long wait.

So, with me looking slightly scared, my husband reminded me of the rules, my rules, the ones I told him:

The men do as they want. All three of my holes, my tits and ass cheeks, whatever they like, however they like. They don’t ask, they just move me and do what they want. They aren’t interested in my orgasms, just theirs.

Anna is fluffer and keeper of the lube, which she will apply as necessary. I can’t ask for lube, or anything else for that matter. And the only drink I can have is piss straight from Anna or Paula. As their cunts couldn’t be touched, this amounted to them pissing on my face and me opening my mouth in the desperate hope of catching some of it. The only food I could have is globules of male cum. If Anna thinks I haven’t orgasmed enough, she’s allowed to work my clit until I do, but again, I can’t ask, she just does.

I am nothing. They won’t stop until all eight cocks are spent, no more cum to extract, no more hardness to be had. Once they start, nothing can stop them, no one can stop them. All I have to do to start my dream gang-bang is to lean forward, pick up a cock and gently kiss the tip. Everyone was still, perfectly silent, apart from Anna and Paula who were drinking water, loading their bladders to be my drinks fountains.

I was a little scared as to what I had done. This was totally my fault. My big mouth. But I think everyone in that room knew that eventually, I’d kiss a glans, that I’d take the onslaught, that I’d be that gang-bang girl and that I’d love every second of it.

There was absolutely no point in delaying it, so with a deep breath, I leant forward towards my husband in front of me, picked up his cock and kissed his glans. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and called me a “Good Girl”. That always gets me horny and makes me feel proud. Then I felt someone grabs my tits, as my husband pushed his limp but hardening cock into my mouth, and within moments, my body was moved and I could hear Anna giving a hand job to a couple of cocks, one of which soon penetrated my cunt, and one my asshole, but only after Anna had lubed it up. My husband carried on stroking my hair as I sucked on his cock, his smile broad, his eyes loving, but distracted with what was happening to my lower half.

Within a minute, all three holes were filled, my tits were being groped, and my body was merely reacting to the thrusts it was feeling. The gentleness of the stroke of my hair was contrasted with the slamming of cocks into my cunt and ass, the soothing tones of him saying what a good girl I was and how I was going to take every drop of cum these eight stallions had contrasted with the mauling of my tits and the twisting of my nipples, my mouth filled with his hardening cock, my cunt and asshole alternating between being very full and being very empty. And this was only the start.

Other than my husband in front of me, his cock in my mouth and his hand ruffling my hair, I had no idea who was doing what to me, and soon, I even lost track of my husband, the daze of interaction, five or six points of sexual contact at a time, put me almost in a dream world, both knowing what was happening to my body, and not knowing. That dreamy feeling, interrupted by orgasms that were strong but ignored by the men, interrupted by piss on my face when Anna realised my mouth was dry, interrupted by squirts of lube into my asshole, interrupted by the pain of my nipples or clit being twisted, I was just riding cocks over and over.

This isn’t going to be a blow-by-blow account of what was done to me. Paula did make the notes for that, but I haven’t read them yet. I will do, at some point. But at the moment, I’m revelling in the memories. I can’t tell you how much cum I swallowed or had in my cunt or asshole. The groping never stopped too, my tits in particularly being heavily mauled. I remember having a brief respite while my ass was spanked (exactly 150 strikes with various implements apparently, honouring the blog post count). I remember cum drying on my tits, causing that tightening of the skin. I remember crying not through pain but through being overwhelmed with emotion and sensory input. I remember half of me wanting them to stop, hoping they would stop, but not asking them to stop, as the other half of me really didn’t want them to stop. I remember being totally broken, having no strength at all even to hold my arms up, but still being used on and on anyway.

But above all, I remember the elation at actually being that cum dumpster, that gang-bang girl I always wanted to be, and it was everything I hoped for and more. I have no idea how long the men went on for. Felt like weeks, it was relentless and all consuming. But they did me proud.

And I did them proud. As they put me to bed in the cum streaked, piss covered, mascara run mess that I was, I had completed the task. They were all spent. There was no more cum to be had, no more hardness to use. I’d done it.

And despite what I thought might happen, I felt every stroke, every grab, every squeeze, every throb. I thought I might become desensitised to it all, but I didn’t. I felt everything, I felt alive, I felt so very used, I felt amazing.

He left me to sleep in the morning, and as I awoke, I knew I’d been gang-banged. My jaw was aching, my tits were tender, my asshole was sore and my cunt was messy and oozing cum. And I still felt amazing, still on a massive high. He told me how beautiful I looked in this state, whilst he stroked my hair and cuddled me. I felt so loved, and as he reminded me that he’d shortly be giving me my morning sodomy session, he asked me whether I wanted to be that gang-bang girl again? I nodded  and smiled broadly. Still stroking my hair, he said “Good Girl”, before suggesting he’d need to find a couple of more men, as I wasn’t totally used up this time. Wow, that would make even more of a mess of me than I was this time, and I guessed that was what he wanted. I snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, happy to take ten cocks next time if he wanted me to.

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