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A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part Two)

It was the last fuck of the week, and one I knew would truly break my poor body. I had been feeling quite good ass-fucking Sara, but that motion always takes it out of me, and I end up exhausted and somewhat broken.

And it was in that already broken state that I began being prepared for my first airtight experience. I had stupidly decided to have Sara’s husband do a brutal face fuck on me, as well as have my husband’s cock in my asshole (where it seems to get unfeasibly large and hard) and then Sara (who was still fairly broken) wielding a strap-on into my cunt and forcing the wand on my clit. My clit was already fairly used up from the repeated orgasms and rubbing of the strap-on whilst I was fucking Sara, so I had no idea if it would cope. All in all, I had set this up in the most extreme way, and I knew I had to take whatever they unleashed on me. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t get to the end.

To give Sara a chance of being able to take an active part in this, I had her laying down on the bed, strap-on pointing straight up and wand in hand. After a little wand play, my cunt moistened, and I slid the strap-on all the way in. I felt so full, and it felt so close to my cervix.

My asshole was being lubed, and very soon, I felt the familiar feeling of my husband’s cock burrowing its way through my pucker and then start growing with comparatively small movements. Then I was presented with Sara’s husband’s only slightly hard cock. I eagerly inhaled it, using my tongue over the head and sucking as best as I could. I was already airtight, and my mouth action suddenly produced a hardening of his cock. I felt his hands grasp either side of my head and I knew the brutal face fuck was mere seconds away. Sara was pawing at my tits and had the wand on full power, my husband was increasing the speed of him ploughing into my asshole, his motions making the strap-on slide in and out of my cunt as well.

And then her husband began, his cock getting harder, the end hitting the back of my mouth as he grew. My mouth was salivating as he got up speed, the end of his cock driving its way into my top of my throat at each stage. Now I knew why she had a tear in her eye when he face-fucked her, and now, mere millimetres from her face, her husband’s cock was brutally penetrating my mouth, and I’d use the word brutal about the forceful application of the wand to my clit too, and you all know how big my husband’s cock gets in an asshole and how unrelenting he is.

Repeating what I liked from my earlier DP, the men managed to sync up their rhythms and Sara soon got the idea, so as well as all the other sensations, I got the fantastically full to frustratingly empty feeling with every stroke.

I have no idea how long this went on for. The feelings of rolling orgasm, degradation, general misuse, and the full knowledge that this was far from over quickly got too much. I started drifting off into a trance-like state, aware of what was going on, but totally overwhelmed and overwashed with emotion and feelings, as yet again, my husband’s cock stretched the width of my asshole, Sara’s husband’s cock ploughed into my throat and Sara roughly kneaded my tits, moved the dildo in my cunt and held the wand to my much-abused clit, I knew that I needed to hang on. I wanted this. I’d set it up to be this hard. My body needed to cash the cheques my mouth wrote.

And then I remembered this was their second airtight of the day, so the men would have a lot more stamina, and they managed to use up Sara, so I stood no chance.

My appreciation of time drifted away under the relenting rhythm of their respective motions. I felt like I couldn’t cum any more, and yet again and again, Sara got orgasm after orgasm out of my rapidly emptying shell.

I think my brain had trouble keeping up with what was happening to my body, the sensations, the things happening to multiple parts of my body all at the same time; the stretching, the rhythm, the power, the drive, the rubbing simultaneously completely overwhelmed my senses, and I spent most of the time in a blurry daze of stimulation, lust and orgasm, none of which I had any control of.

The first I knew that this was heading towards the end was being awoken from my daze by the men talking to each other about holding back their orgasms. I had no control. I felt like my holes were being used by them and I was merely a passenger. That was the degradation and I’m so pleased to have felt it, and I definitely want to feel again.

It felt like as they were holding back, but Sara was accelerating her efforts, the dildo really fucking my cunt and the wand pressing into my abused clit harder than ever.

And then amongst shouts, the men came, my husband spewing cum into my well-used asshole and Sara’s husband pumping a ridiculously large amount of cum into my mouth. He carried on the motion, so some of the cum was in the front of my mouth and some was forced down my throat by him jamming his glans into my throat. It felt like just another indignity, another piece of degradation. He was good at this, and I loved it.

After his cock has stopped spurting and it shrunk out of my mouth, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow, before just walking away. I felt my husband pull out and lift me off Sara, and putting me down next to her, just leaving me in a heap, alone, sticky, sore in a number of places, exhausted and slightly delirious. I did feel abused and degraded, but in a good way, the total lack of control over the encounter, together with the overwhelming combination of individual elements that would make me cum, turned me into an orgasming jelly, my body doing what it was forced to do by those working on it.

I can totally understand why Sara likes the brutal face fuck. It is somewhat out of character for her husband, and the feelings of degradation only add to the experience. The face fuck made me feel quite owned and abused and add that to feeling full in all three holes, it is pretty amazing. I did realise that this was only so good because of the clear love of those involved. In other circumstances, this would be a nasty abusive situation, but because of the love and respect, it was a brilliant event.

But far from feeling bad, I felt content and satisfied by being a Tupperwhore, and I was left wondering what it would be like to be ploughed by three real cocks and to have a woman or two working my tits and clit. One day, we’ll find another couple and try it. One day.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part One)

It is interesting how some words affect the psyche, how some words can have a positive affect at some times and a negative one at others. For years, I hated the word whore. The judgement, the venom with which it is often said, not to mention the misogyny, all added to my very negative view of the word. A previous lover called it to me in the throes of passion and I literally leapt off him and ran for the hills. It was only some years later that I realised I should have had the same reaction for slut and bitch, but I didn’t, even though those terms are laced with the same venom and misogyny. In fact, I love Slut, I have a Slut necklace made of stainless steel that I wear out occasionally and I have custom temporary tattoos that say Slut (and Bitch as well).

My reaction to whore made no sense to me, and yet it persisted for a long time, even after working out about bitch and slut, whore didn’t exactly put me in a sexy mood. But over time, and with some persistence, my husband started making progress. I remember one time I was so close to yet another orgasm with Victoria’s brutal wand held hard against my clit, and he tried to make me say I was an “Orgasm-loving whore”. I wasn’t much inclined to do so, and so he got me so close to orgasm, then with a flourish, he took the wand away and clipped away at my clit with a riding crop. The effect was to just drop my orgasm away. Bastard – I needed that orgasm. But then he started again, unrelenting wand until I was close, and I still wouldn’t say it, so my clit had the riding crop again. By this point, I was angry because I knew he was only doing what I’d asked him to, and I was raging because I felt there was no way in hell I was going to give in to him, and a part of me also knew I would say it.

I don’t know why, but I resisted for another two cycles, but eventually, inevitably, I yelled that I was an orgasm-loving whore, that his little whore needed her orgasm and began begging, but the orgasm induced by the vicious wand took over and I was shaken all over with a massive orgasm.

The strange thing was that I felt just as good proclaiming I was an orgasm-loving whore, and I did with anything about being a slut or bitch. I did feel great.

My acceptance and use of the word whore has only been enhanced by the word Tupperwhore, which is a great word and amuses me no end.

It is used to describe a woman who enjoys being airtight, that is a woman that enjoys having all three orifices (ass, pussy and mouth) being filled at the same time by a combination of cocks and dildos.

After a few days of trying various combinations of men both penetrating us at the same time, Sara and I decided to finish the week with a two-cock one-dildo version of airtight. That’s right; we decided to become Tupperwhores.

And it was to be our last fucks of the week, so I decided (probably madly) that I wanted the degrading face fuck as part of my airtight session. Sara thought I was bonkers and wasn’t prepared to risk it.

But even without that, we thought airtight would be totally mind-blowing and overwhelming. We tossed a coin and she won, meaning she would be first through. In a lot of ways, I was pleased, as I expected to be totally trashed at the end of it. I had longer to anticipate that brutal face fuck combined with the double-sided fuck I first had, all whilst watching my friend and lover get airtight herself some hours before.

First, she had to choose who was fucking what, and she took a combination that I thought would be pretty overwhelming; namely my husband on the face fuck (he’d been getting tips but was nowhere near the intensity or degradation her husband achieved), my strap-on up her ass and her husband’s cock in her cunt, also with him wielding the wand against her clit.

As I was preparing her asshole, the two cocks and my strap-on, she was focussing on calming down from her overexcited state, with a load of deep breathing and relaxation techniques. She was all too aware of just what an ordeal her body was about to go through, but she was so looking forward to the mix of pleasure, endurance, degradation, misuse and above all, orgasm after orgasm.

She was ready. Everything was as lubed as it needed to be. And the three bees buzzed around their soon-to-be victim.

Sara’s husband lay on the bed, hard cock in one hand and wand in the other. She climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt on to his cock. As she slid all the way down, she felt the head of the wand nestled against her clit, awaiting it to be turned on. Next, I nudged the lubed strap-on against her ass pucker and gently rocked until she let it in. I gently slid it all the way in, then started tiny rocking movements the same as her husband was whilst they awaited my husband going into her mouth.

He put his glans to her lips, and she could immediately taste pre-cum. Being rather addicted to that taste, she opened her mouth and sucked him in, wrapping her tongue round his cock to clear his precum for her to swallow.

From that moment, she was a Tupperwhore, as the two real cocks in her cunt and mouth began moving more and more, and even I, with my body feeling quite good, began driving the strap-on deeply into her asshole. She was sucking on my husband’s cock, whilst it was fucking her mouth, as her husband and I alternated driving into and out of her lower body. I was orgasming pretty freely as the end of the strap-on rubbed on my uncovered clit, and she was cumming over and over, as the relentless pace, plus the unyielding buzz of the wand on her clit, brought her to climax repeatedly and mercilessly. I was zoning out in my orgasm-filled haze, concentrating solely on keeping the rhythm up into her asshole. I became aware that the men were struggling to stop themselves cumming again, and this is where I remembered I’d pay the price later, as they would have much more stamina. What had I done?!

But the men were back to talking each other out of cumming, as the poor ragdoll under us just kept taking the invasions and cumming herself to oblivion. Every stroke more felt to me like it was too much for her, and yet she kept hanging on, until in a howl of noise, the two men came in quick succession, with me and Sara cumming shortly afterwards. In a masterpiece of timing, we all came in a short period and then we collapsed into a drained and exhausted heap.

After a quiet few moments in that heap, my husband pulled me off her, pulled the strap-on out of her asshole, removed it and the harness and laid me on the bed and Sara’s husband carried her and put her next to me in her used up state. We both had to rest for a few hours, because it was soon to be my turn. Sara slept; she was that used up. I didn’t sleep. I was way too excited to sleep, but I did need to rest my body in preparation for the onslaught ahead.