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Pegtember: Taking The Tentacle (Update 2)

12 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

My husband was, so far, taking his daily peggings well, and he was enjoying our gentle foray into feminisation, proper women’s panties, tiny skirts, stocking and suspenders were all adding to the appeal of the peggings for him, and I have to say, us women were loving the feminisation, and the degradation of the spitting and drooling was playing well with him and us too.

Sunday (6th) was no day of rest for my husband’s poor abused asshole. By now, his asshole was complaining, sore, stretched, but we had to be so careful. If we injured his asshole, it would be game over. But it is hard when we are so excited, and his asshole so accepting. At the rate we were going, he would be pegged for well over forty hours by the end of this, and his asshole had to last.

Stacey came back to do the rimming and spitting, and was joined by Ella, as we decided to do two twenty minute rimming sessions to soothe him, and the girls checked in with him to ensure he was happy to carry on. Saturday was intense, and Sunday would be no walkover, as Sara was on a flying visit, and stayed overnight to peg my husband along with me and Ella, and on that day, I gave Sara the honour of the massive dildo at the end, and she fucked his poor asshole hard and mercilessly. On her arrival, she was wearing her own baby blue tie-sided bikini style panties, which it turns out she had worn for three straight days to prepare them for this evening, masturbating into them three times a day, cumming into them three times a day and pulling them over her messy cunt each day after her husband fucked her whilst pulling them aside. She held them to my husband’s nose whilst Ella drooled on his asshole and then started his pegging, and then Sara re-tied them to fit my husband, and put them on him, pulling them aside for us to further peg him, just like her husband pulled them aside to fuck her. All the while she was pegging my husband, she was talking about her panties full of girl cum, and how only sissies would cum hard from wearing her dirty panties and from being ass fucked by a number of wonderful voluptuous women. Her language was vicious, her pegging even more so, and my poor husband came and came. She was particularly nasty with the large dildo, and you should have seen her eyes when she saw the tentacle dildo he had ordered. She had no plans to come to peg him again, but that changed her mind.

Monday (7th) arrived, and Sara did the first twenty minute aftercare soothing sloppy anilingus, before she set off for the rest of her day. I did the other twenty minutes. I was hopeful the tentacle would arrive, but there was no joy, and it fell to Anna and Helen, with a little bit of me, to punish his asshole that evening with what we already had. At one point, Helen told him to stop whimpering, as this wasn’t even a quarter over, and his asshole wasn’t going to survive this. He came. Helen picked out the panties and stockings and suspenders, lacy black bikini panties, that they moved aside to peg him, over matching black stockings and suspenders. He also had the cock cage. Anna wanted that. As his second wife, she could see long term use of that. She particularly enjoyed sliding the steel into his urethra, an act that, on his part, demonstrates the utmost trust. And they both spanked him, in between the peggings, in between playing with his caged cock. As we were all called to be with our second husbands overnight, I left them to it part way through, and Helen and Anna both shared the warm-ups and the brute, before Anna stayed with him overnight, spooning him and loving him, whilst keeping him caged well beyond the pegging, and Helen went off to be ass fucked by Tanya’s husband.

Tuesday (8th) and Rose’s husband gave me my Submissive Sodomy whilst my husband gave Anna hers, and at her request, he still had the panties on. Anna then did the twenty minute analingus session (with the panties pulled aside) before going off to work, and Ella did the other one. I arrived home to find the tentacle dildo, unwrapped and on display. And I’d use it on his asshole that night. I sent a picture of it to Nikki, and she vowed to come up and use it on his asshole. But that night, the pleasure was all mine, with him warmed up by Ella and Laura. I’ve never lubed an asshole so much as I did that night. The tentacle was, quite simple, huge, a highly textured brute. I teased my husband all day about it, and in the moment, he was scared. But he knows I know how to manage his asshole. I’m eight days in. I have twenty two to go, so I’m not going to injure him. Yes, I’m going to push him and I’m absolutely going to train him. And that started at the end of a long and hard warm-up pegging from the girls. Its shape kind of pushed and stretched his asshole naturally as it started to go in. It stretched, it twinged a little, and his eyes moistened as I slowly pushed in. Ella nudged at his face, kissed and snuggled him telling him how well he was doing and repeating the “take it like a girl” line, perfectly mentally stretching him. I got over half way in, more than I was expecting, and then I fucked that little bit pushing it a little extra in each time, before finally admitting his asshole had taken enough for a first try. Ella still kissed him telling him he was a perfect girl, with sexy pink girly panties and a dildo up his ass, not just any dildo, a massive tentacle one.

Wednesday (9th) saw Ella back for sloppy analingus (she was rather enjoying it, especially the demeaning spitting and drooling), and Carla on the second leg, and Carla and Anna for the evening, with each of them doing a bit of tentacle work as well as me. They both got so excited about it and I know they’ll be on for full steam fucks when he can take it. The end of the dildo is huge though, so I didn’t know when he would be able to take it all the way. They put him in the cock cage, his urethra again being invaded by a stick of steel, and whichever one of them wasn’t fucking his asshole was playing with the cage, pinching and squeezing his balls and teasing his metal caged cock. You think his asshole was suffering, but his cock was too, caged, stopped from cumming and tortured by two women with an evil streak. He barely survived the evening, and clearly needed some cock sucking aftercare, Carla doing the honours, as well as the twenty minute sloppy rimmings the following morning. Anna spooned him for a bit immediately after his pegging, as I was required to be bred by the farm hand. Fitting all this pegging in with our free-use commitments takes some work!

Thursday (10th) saw me sucking so much cum out of his poor cock, and Stacey and Anna providing the rimming sessions, and Stacey was back for the evening, with Poppy, another new pegger, but Stacey had picked it up quickly and I was able to help out with teaching Poppy too. That session was long, but was calmer than some in recent days. Don’t get me wrong, he was pegged hard, but there was less frenzy, and that was quite fun. His cock was caged again, with whoever wasn’t pegging him gently playing with it, the teasing was just as bad for him though, the pain of not being able to cum was forefront as the pegging hit hard. But I had the tentacle, and wanted to make progress on getting it further in his ass. I was pressing into his ass hard, smooth, but not slamming, and I think Poppy realised what I was doing and kissed him and played with his balls in her hands, distracting him from the stretching his asshole was feeling.

He moaned a little at the pressure on his asshole, but Stacey dropped to her knees and said calmly in his ear (whilst Poppy was still kissing him) that “he was such a Good Girl, and if he took that tentacle all the way in, she’d piss for him, sexily, confidently, openly, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, she’d let him hold her cunt lips open to view, to taste, to enjoy. She’d become his own little piss slut any time he wanted if he just gets that little old tentacle all the way in.” God, she knows how to give him an incentive. As I pushed further in, she carried on sexily speaking to him, whilst stroking his hair, telling him “to make his asshole a big slut, like her pisshole would be for him. Imagine watching her bright yellow stream streak across the air, imagine drinking her warm sweet yellow piss directly from her pisshole.” I don’t know about him, I was still nearly cumming at what she was saying. She looked at me and saw me push it a little further in. She carried on, telling him he was almost there, calling him a Good Girl once again, a Good Sexy Girl. As I pushed in again, making his body shudder with the stretching, Poppy broke off kissing him and offered to piss for him too. “Not just once”, she said, and looking at Stacey, she added, “neither of us are just once”. She then looked at me, applying constant pressure to his asshole, willing the last bit in, and she added “Just like Mira pisses for you. Think how much you love that. And you’ll have two more.” She guessed I pissed for him. She was right. Mind you, Anna does too, and some of the other women. Still, it was a good incentive.

As I pushed it in, he rasped, amongst hard breathing, “Get it in, piss queens.” Instead of constant pressure, I started slow strokes, him yelping at each one, a yelp I wouldn’t normally ignore, but he’s made his wishes clear. Each stroke crept a millimetre further in, until suddenly it slid all the way in. He cried out, and I held the dildo as deep in him as I could. Stacey stroked his hair, and told him she was proud of his panty clad ass. Poppy told him he was such a good ass slut, and I, well, I was fighting to keep the tentacle buried deep in his asshole.

Once I got my breath back, I told him I was going to do a dozen slow strokes, ending all the way in, before I pulled out for tonight, and handed over to his new piss queens for a dozen each from them, and so I began, slowly, rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then pulling all the way out. As we passed a dozen, the pushing in got easier, and we hit twenty, the slams got harder, and the poor man, cock still caged and plugged, took all 36 deep strokes with the monster tentacle in his stride. Stacey pulled out of him, leaving his asshole quite sore, and Poppy removed the cock cage and gave him a blow job until he came, until he was finally able to unload the contents of his big heavy balls. I spooned him that night as well, big spoon to cuddle him. He deserved it. I think he needed it. And that night wasn’t the night to make these women piss for him either, no matter how much he wanted to.

It is clear that he is needing more aftercare on the night after a pegging, not his asshole directly, but loving, caring, cuddling. He’ll definitely get what he needs. It is also clear the morning after spitting and lickings are absolutely needed, to both soothe and moisten his abused hole. Maybe even three will be needed by the end. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

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

6 September 2026 / / 4 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……

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Four)

10 January 2026 /

Nikki, a woman who we had seen fuck a number of times, a woman who my husband had longed to fuck for years, was finally about to be impaled by his rock-hard cock. He was about to make her a very rare thing, a woman who has taken his cock in her ass before her cunt.

She was still fairly broken from her fucking machine orgasms, so him placing a cushion under her waist meant she could still be supported whilst he fucked her. She felt lube get squirted onto her asshole and rubbed in by some fingers, the next squirt rubbed in by his glans, and all too soon, he was pressing on her ass pucker. Her asshole had no resistance and accepted his glans straight away, sucking his cock in and allowing him to push in in one fluid movement. She cried out as he completely filled her ass. It really felt like she’d never felt so full, and yet she knew, in a matter of seconds, that plug that was filling her asshole would start fucking it.

She breathed deeply and prepared herself, and in only a few moments, he started slowly withdrawing from her asshole, then forcefully driving back in again, each stroke slightly winding her. She’d seen that monster cock punish my asshole over and over again across the years, and now it was her asshole’s time. And punish it it did. Stretching her, filling her, the rubbing making an orgasm build, not twice but three times, between the first and second him yelling at me that I needed to focus on Sara’s clit. His drive was immaculate, his power good, his grip over her strong. All three of Nikki’s orgasms were exhausting empty cunt orgasms, this first two ignored by him as he ploughed on, the third very shortly followed by him cumming deep in her asshole.

As he leant over her, cock still buried in her asshole, but shrinking, he told her next time, he’d fill her cunt, and she smiled, a sleepy, tired satisfied smile and told him she could hardly wait.

The whole of Christmas Day was like this, orgasm after orgasm, someone taking a fuck from the fucking machine, the men fucking as soon as they had recovered, and lots of cunt licking between women in the meantime. My first orgasm of many came at the hands of the barman in my ass (as I suspected) and Paula working my tits. I was so hyped up I came so hard, and so quickly, that they both carried on and made me cum again.

Tits were aching from all the manhandling, cunts were aching from all the cumming, assholes knew they’d been penetrated over and over, and yet still no one stopped. This time was too precious.

Christmas evening brought about my second session on the fucking machine, and whilst my fuck was being run by the barman, with Sara (mostly) on my tits, my husband said he’d say when to stop the machine and let me off. And he sat watching my ordeal on the sofa, eating snacks and having Ella suck on his cock and licking his balls, making his cock and balls feel really pampered whilst me, his poor wife, was being brutalised by an unrelenting unyielding uncaring machine and a woman who wanted all the women’s tits to feel as achy and mistreated as hers were.

And at the end of the day, the grand finale for my husband was finally getting inside Nikki’s dripping well-used cunt. She knelt on the floor and then my husband pushed her forward, bending her over so her head touched the floor and her ass was left in the air. He parted her feet a bit, bringing her messy cunt into view, and then, after a bit of glans rubbing against her cunt, he pushed his cock in. Grabbing on to her hips for power, he started a nice slow rhythmic fucking. He’d cum a lot, we all had, so she settled in for a long long fuck. He felt good. She’d always admired his cock, and now it was his turn to fuck her cunt. She knew she could have it a lot more over time, but now, it was all for her. She relaxed, as he was holding her up, and with a smile, she just enjoyed the rubbing, enjoyed being filled, then emptied, then filled again. At one point, he pulled out, bent down and spat on her cunt a couple of times, before taking his position again and pushing his glans back into her cunt. The spitting on her cunt felt so demeaning, and yet felt so right. He’d so got her number.

He stayed steadfastly on rhythm, not allowing her orgasm to build. It seemed harsh to her, but she knew when he did make her cum, it would be good. No long fuck, no long build-up has ever gone to waste with him. He pulled her ass cheeks apart as he held her hips, deforming her asshole and allowing him to watch as he fucked. She felt his cock harden even more watching her asshole. He was probably remembering earlier just like she was.

And then, he adjusted position, pushing her hips forwards a bit and making her adjust her upper body on the floor. But now he was perfectly rubbing inside her cunt, tormenting her clit from the inside. Her orgasm started building quickly now, but that relentless slow drive was keeping him far from orgasm. Hers came fast and hard, and he ignored it, carrying on his relentless rhythm, her orgasm seeming irrelevant to him. Far from it in fact, but time after time, he pulled an orgasm out of her. Her cunt got tender and sensitive, she begged him to stop fucking her, but he didn’t. She knew he wouldn’t. She hadn’t used the safeword. It just upped the drama of the situation, upped the feeling in her cunt, upped the hardness of his cock and the power of his drive.

But even he in his well fucked state wasn’t immune to all that rubbing. He got bigger, she started crying out and that just spurred him on even more, trying to hang on a few strokes longer whilst his now sensitive glans rubbed inside her cunt again and again. She yelled for him to cum in her, he knew he wanted to. He did, but fought just a few more strokes, Nikki’s noise suggesting she was close, and eventually, when he did tip her over again, her cunt squeezing his cock did him this time and it squirted cum deep inside her, squirt after squirt, and as Nikki shuddered, paused, shuddered, paused, milking him as much as he was milking her.

And as soon as they had both stopped cumming and he had shrunk out of her cunt, he was replaced by Anna, her hands holding on to Nikki’s hips, her face buried in her cunt, devouring every millimetre of her cunt, every drop of their combined juices. Anna loved the taste of his cum, and to her, it tasted even better if it was mixed with some slut’s orgasm juices. Nikki sure felt like that slut, and it was amazing.

This fuck fest carried on until lunchtime on Boxing Day. My morning non-cumming sodomy was delivered by the barman, whilst Laura’s ex did it on Anna and my husband did it on Ella. My husband thought Anna really needed a submissive sodomy session. She was fretting about something and it calmed her right down, the not cumming calmed her right down, as it always does for me. Ella was intrigued when she saw me get it on Christmas morning, so my husband offered to show her what I felt. And she did feel it, the submissive feelings. Even that one sodomy session without her cumming started to make her more submissive. It was clear she’d want it again.

Paula had another go on the fucking machine, this time far longer than the first. She said she wanted it, and Carla made it happen, bringing Sara to pull on her already aching tits. Seeing poor Paula riding the machine, then getting broken by the machine made Sara want the same, for the machine to do that to her again, and she almost passed out from the stimulation this time. But as soon as she was dragged off it, she was spit roasted, ass and mouth this time by Ella and Nikki wearing strap ons. I’ve never seen Sara so used up, just trying to hang on for her absolute favourite fuck.

We rolled dice to see who got the last orgasm before we finished the fuckfest and decanted to the pub (where Carla and the barman were on duty for the rest of the day) and that was won by me, being finger fucked by Ella. She started off so gentle, so loving, so caring, and then over time, got harsher and more brutal, but I’d cum so much it was hard for her to drag one final orgasm out of me. I think her fingers were tiring, but she did manage it, with me clamping down on her fingers as she triumphantly made me cum.

We may have been waifs and strays, but we were liberally fucked and never for one second felt alone. Now that’s the way to spend Christmas!

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Three)

6 January 2026 /

It was starting to get light, and people were starting to rouse. I heard my husband from afar find out if everyone was awake (they were), and then he came over to me, rolled me over, putting a pillow under my waist, and then he began lubing my asshole, explaining to everyone how I have to have a hard sodomy session every single morning to make me submissive, subservient and to keep me happy for the rest of the day. It was a public exposure of my growing submissiveness that I wasn’t quite expecting, but I was at peace. Because it was the truth.

Ella went to put the kettle on as my husband prepared my asshole, with her only just returning as he pushed his cock against my ass pucker, my asshole eagerly sucking him in and with that, his hard strokes began, with his cock getting initially much harder, much girthier and much longer. I needed him to not make me cum. If I cum, I lose the sub head space that I want. So as always, this particular fuck was hard, unforgiving and all about him, and nobody was missing a second of it. And even though I had an audience, it did put me in the head space I wanted. This certainly wouldn’t be the last ass fuck I’d have today, but it was the most important.

And when he came and withdrew, he told them to leave me for a while, because I needed to not cum for a while. My slightly sore messy asshole was upwards, visible and needing some care. It didn’t get it, and I knew, I just knew, my next penetration from a hard cock would be one of the other men in my asshole again. I expected nothing less, no compassion, just building on and emphasising my previous fucks. Whilst my asshole really needed a break, my head didn’t want to give it one.

Carla and Ella made breakfast, whilst Anna sucked the taste of my asshole off my husband’s cock and the other men were having their cocks sucked too by Sara, alternating cocks whilst the other man pulled on her tits.

Paula was loading Nikki onto the fucking machine, pulling the leg straps tight, binding her wrists behind her back, impaling her cunt and asshole, the dildos still sticky from the night before. Ella crouched in front of Nikki and fed her a piece of toast, just as Paula turned the machine on. Three swallowed bites of toast was all she managed before the machine fuck took over, and Ella had to remove the toast and pop it on a plate. Carla stroked Nikki’s hair and groped at her tits, whilst Paula held Nikki in place, Carla encouraging her to fight her orgasms for as long as possible, to extend the machine fuck as long as possible. And Nikki would. For her, this party was about her reclaiming her public fucking mojo, was about her getting herself fucked as she had been denying herself for years, was about her recovering from her ex.

Nikki’s cries started quite quickly. Her mouth got very lude, her language a constant stream of filth, and all too soon, she came, hard. And after she came, Paula didn’t turn the machine off, she turned it up, made the vibrations and movements harder. She gave Nikki absolutely no rest, just ploughed on, Nikki calling her a fucking bitch and chastising her for carrying on, an action that was rewarded with get another increase in speed. Carla’s mauling of her tits got harder in sync with the fucking machine, and they got three more orgasms out of her before they took pity and turned the machine off.

I was just watching, left alone in my submissive state, knowing that I’d cum soon enough. In fact, I was fairly close to cumming just from the visuals of what was done to poor Nikki.

And the next visuals were from Sara, who, having got two cocks hard, proceeded to get a spit roast, her absolute favourite, the barman’s cock in her mouth, Laura’s ex in her cunt, and a bonus dildo buried in her ass. She loved showing everyone her spit roasted slut self, and she was so excited at being triply filled that she came over and over from it without the men getting near cumming. After a while of vigorous fucking, the men signalled to each other and pulled out, changing ends so that the barman’s hard cock coated with her saliva was pounded into her cunt, her cunt juice coating the hard cock of Laura’s ex in her mouth. The hard double ended fucking continued, Sara cumming a couple more times before the barman came as well. The barman had been holding her hips, holding her up whilst they fucked, but as soon as he came, he let go and she slumped on the floor, leaving Laura’s ex looking for somewhere to insert a very hard very excited cock to finish off.

He looked over and saw my ass, still propped up on a pillow, my cheeks slightly parted to reveal some of my husband’s cum round my ass pucker. I smiled, with almost pleading eyes, but heard my husband say to go for it, but I wasn’t ready to cum. I so was ready to cum, but I knew he was right, and I’d lose that submissive feeling I love if he made me cum. So, a quick squirt of lube and Laura’s ex pushed his enormous rock hard cock through my pucker. It was a little rougher than usual because he was way harder and way larger than usual, and whilst his cock felt slightly under-lubed, it was a little uncomfortable, but not painful, and any discomfort was soon forgotten as he started fucking away. Whilst his cock went really deep, really powerfully, his strokes were slow, deliberate, keeping his really excited cock from cumming too soon, prolonging my sodomy. It felt like his cock was stretching my asshole all the time, that long time slow strokes kept him hard, kept me filled.

He must have sensed that I was starting to build up to cum, because he accelerated, slamming hard and fast, and came in no time at all, filling my asshole with his creamy cum well before I got near to that orgasm I wanted so much. He stroked my hair, and told me I’d get to cum soon enough, but as his cock shrank out of my asshole, he left it feeling shockingly empty, a void where once was strength and power. He wiped his glans in my ass crack, adding more cum to it, marking me as the sodomy slut I truly am. The symbology was powerful, and added to my sense of submission.

After having a quick word in Ella’s ear, my husband’s attention turned to Nikki, who he still hadn’t fucked. He’d wanted to for so long, back when we didn’t trade partners, just fucked in front of others. His cock was hard, having just watched my anal pounding, and Nikki still hadn’t recovered from the fucking machine. But seeing his intent, she beckoned him down and took his already hard cock in her mouth, working it with her mouth and a hand, whilst she cupped his balls in her other hand. After not too long, he pulled out and rolled her over onto her front, pulling her waist up and pushing a pillow under her belly. He was going to have her ass first, make her that rarest of women that you got fuck her ass for the first time before fucking her cunt for the first time.

I felt someone part my ass cheeks and start licking down my ass crack, focussing on my ass pucker each time over. I looked over my shoulder to see Ella, on her hands and knees totally focussed on my ass crack. When my crack was cleared of cum, she focussed on my pucker, trying to tunnel the tip of her tongue through it, just managing it before going tiny fucking motions with it. It felt so good, so nice. Ella was great with her tongue.

Once her tongue got tired, she used a tongue and forefinger to stretch open my pucker and inserted a lubed dildo Carla handed to her, pushing it right in with a single movement, then starting to fuck my asshole with it, powered by her hands.

And then, she stopped, left it buried in my asshole and rolled me over, Carla spreading my legs wide and using her tongue on my moist cunt, licking firmly but avoiding my clit. I felt like I’d exploded if she simply flicked once over it, but she didn’t. I sensed my husband’s doing, still keeping me from cumming, yet building me all the time.

When Carla’s tongue tired, Paula took over, with the same frustrating clit-avoiding behaviour. My husband is a bastard some times. And when her tongue tired, my cunt was filled with a dildo like my asshole was, and Sara lowered her cunt to my mouth. I tried avoiding her clit, but someone (not her) viciously twisted my nipples backwards and forwards, with my husband (who was working on Nikki) shouting across to focus on her clit. Subservience at its best, I did what I was told, and got her squirting in my face for my trouble. She tasted so good, and I licked off all I could reach, the rest being left to dry on my face.

Nikki started screaming, which meant my husband had her where he wanted her too.

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Two)

31 December 2025 /

Sara was riding the fucking machine, cunt and asshole both filled with dildos, hands restrained behind her back, tits pushed forwards and being groped, squeezed and occasionally slapped, nipples being twisted and pulled harshly. She was being held down onto the dildos by the barman, as the assembled crowd of waifs and strays manhandled her tits and stroked her hair. Anna was being particularly mean to Sara’s tits, pulling them and twisting them quite viciously, all while the fucking machine was being equally mean to her cunt and asshole. And all with her husband watching from thousands of miles away. He could have been concerned for how she was being used, how relentless it was, but he wasn’t. He was egging people on, intently observing the debauchery in front of him. His wife was at peak slut and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Carla was still cuddling me whilst gently finger fucking me, but for a while, she faced right to have Laura’s ex’s cock in her mouth, getting it hard for its next cunt. Nikki was licking Paula’s cunt, as Nikki’s and Paula’s tits were all being pulled and twisted by my husband, enjoying himself whilst his cock recovered. Ella was heading back to the kitchen with an empty tray, and so, Laura’s ex followed her, and as she faced the kitchen worktop, he bent her forwards, masturbated her cunt with one hand between her legs and groped her tits with another, before driving his cock into her cunt and fucking her right there, bent over the kitchen worktop. He’d already cum once, so she was in for a long hard fuck.

It was some time later when Anna went into the kitchen, looking for canapes. Ella was still being fucked, so she handed Anna a whole trayful without moving her lower half and without Laura’s ex losing a beat. Back in the lounge, Carla slid out from under me, leaving me in the chair, and she took the canapes off Anna, Anna arranging me on the chair with my legs spread yet supported, then sitting in between them licking out my cunt and being mean to my already overused clit. Clearly, Anna was in that kind of mood. Someone squeezed and manhandled my tits, but I didn’t pay attention to as my attention was on Sara, who was screaming the house down with orgasm after orgasm, the fucking machine finally breaking her. From the kitchen, I heard Ella start to scream too, as the combination of Sara’s noise and the rubbing and filling of her own cunt brought her to orgasm, and mine was coming along nicely too.

My husband grabbed a bottle of lube and went out to Ella. I realised he was going to fuck her ass. I knew he’d be dying to fuck her ass. Laura’s ex had obviously cum deep in her cunt when Ella was screaming, so he let go of her hips and passed her on without moving her to my husband, who pinned her in place, moved her feet further apart with his, making her asshole cock height and started lubing it.

She asked him not to fuck her asshole, because she was sweet and innocent (yeah, right), but she had a filthy look as she said it, and she didn’t use the safeword, so he figured she was up for it. He started rubbing his lubed cock against her lubed asshole, as she started to moan a little. He gently applied pressure with his glans, as she started to beg him to not deflower her cute little unsullied asshole. Those words got him so excited, and as she still didn’t use the safeword, so he pushed in a little more. Her asshole was very eager and very welcoming, sucking his glans in, much to her cries, and then making it easy to push all the way in.

Her eyes were wide and she was breathing short raspy breaths, as he waited with his cock fully in, balls deep in her asshole, waiting for her asshole to relax and accommodate his size. He felt quite large, until she told him he was the first to fuck her asshole and then he got huge. He loves taking a woman’s virginity, and anal virginity especially. She asked him to be gentle, and he said he would, although I knew what would happen. He’d be gentle right up until she was comfortable taking his huge cock all the way in and out of her asshole, and then he’d accelerate, ultimately giving her the powerful sodomy he really wanted to.

Carla came into the kitchen, and Ella asked her what she thought of what this brute was doing to her asshole. Carla just said it was magnificent and left with a new tray of canapes, leaving Ella’s asshole to take his cock at full speed. Ella started egging him on, harder, faster, bigger. He obliged, putting all his power and all his energy into that asshole fuck, and then the magic happened. With an empty cunt which wasn’t being touched, she felt an orgasm build. She just knew it was going to be massive, and it was coming along so quickly. Her cries had meant an audience had collected, watching her asshole take a pounding, and watching her tits snap backwards and forwards in time with his drives.

And she came, her body trying to bend to the waves, her cries grabbing everyone’s attention. He let go of her hips and instead grab a tit in each hands, arching her body back, gripping and squeezing those magnificent tits hard, as his rhythm stopped, slow powerful slams instead milking her orgasm, the actions of her monster orgasm finally making him cum, the muscles in his ass cheeks showing the appreciative audience each spurt of cum into her greedy asshole. As soon as his cock had shrunk and slipped out of her asshole, Carla had her get up and start refilling drinks. Ella smiled at my husband and mouthed “That was wonderful.” and left the kitchen, bottle in hand, ass swaying in a sexy, tantalising way.

Paula was next on the fucking machine, strapped in and held in place by Laura’s ex, whilst the barman went behind Anna, who was still licking my cunt out, and started lifting her lower half up by her hips. I touched her head to keep it in place, whilst the barman raised her ass and cunt up, so she was standing on her legs, with her head below the level of her knees at my cunt. If she stayed in that position long, she’d go light headed, but even before I’d finished that thought, the barman was pushing his cock, rock hard from managing Sara’s machine fuck, deep into Anna’s slick cunt.

Holding on to her hips, he started to fuck her rhythmically. I held on to her head to make sure she carried on licking me out, his actions nudging her face into my cunt occasionally. As her body was angled down, her tits were hanging heading towards her face, quite violently snapping backwards and forwards as he fucked. She was losing focus on licking, which I forgave her for, as it was a strong fuck. The smell of my cunt, the general smell of fucking in the air, and the fact she was going light headed from how low her head was, meant that this was a dreamy fuck. That didn’t stop me holding her head down though and encouraging her to carry on licking me out. It all added to making this double ended action overwhelming for her. Not only was she not able to do more than occasional licks of my cunt, she wasn’t in control of her orgasms either, wasn’t fighting it as he made her cum, whilst still powering on with his fuck. He knew holding her hips was holding her up, and that meant she had no strength or resolve to fight an orgasm. She was powerless as he fucked, powerless as she came. On her third orgasm, the strongest she had, the tightness of her cunt round his cock made him cum too. As his cock slipped out of her messy cunt, he realised her legs wouldn’t hold her, so he lowered her body gently to the floor. With her head swimming, she saw my cunt close by her head and resumed licking it out at a reasonable rhythm. She’s a trouper is our Anna.

It wasn’t long before Paula started moaning, the fucking machine working its magic on her cunt and asshole, a good strong orgasm to start, an orgasm ignored by Laura’s ex, as he just let the machine carry on fucking her. Her hands restrained behind her back, her tits pushed out receiving some harsh handling, seemed to magnify the effect of the fucking machine. Without a chance to recover from the orgasm, without a break in the tit manhandling, she almost immediately started building the next orgasm, that breaking in a similar manner, and the next, and the next, her moans turning to screams, her cunt growing more sensitive with each orgasm. Yet without the mercy of the machine being turned off or even slowed down, the fucking machine was taking its toll on her cunt and asshole. She had to take it for as long and hard as me and Sara had. She’d demanded it of Laura’s ex. She just had to. She desperately didn’t want to be outfucked by her daughter.

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