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Aftercare When I Needed It

9 November 2026 / / 4 Comments

After the clothes at the door party, we went back to Sara and her husband’s place to get some sleep. It took me a while to get to sleep, and when I woke, I had such a massive sub drop, by far the biggest I’ve ever had.

A sub drop is an emotional and/or physical crash after a BDSM scene or event. The party wasn’t even really BDSM, outside of having to have sex with who you are told to and how you’re told to, and I didn’t really have that much penetrative sex, although I was masturbated for most of seven hours. I physically crashed on the night, partly due to my body being shite and partly sub crash, thus having to be held up, pinned to the wall for my ass fuck (which was totally surreal and very very enjoyable). When I woke up the following morning, I was sobbing my heart out.

My husband recognised what was going on immediately. My physical crash was complete (and not massively unusual if I’m honest) but the more unusual thing was that I had a lot of the common emotional sub drop symptoms: I was very sad, almost depressed, extremely tearful and anxious, and I felt empty, disconnected, and very very vulnerable.

Now, I don’t usually need aftercare. I know its available if I need it, but I don’t normally. In some cases, I feel it sullies the scene somewhat, and I usually love the feelings of being used, being worthless, feeling empty. It all adds to the experience.

But on a day like this, I absolutely needed aftercare, and my husband started by spooning me, me as little spoon, his naked body pushing against mine, his hand gripping my tit, that hand making me feel owned, wanted, needed. With his mouth by my ear, he spoke softly, reassuringly, telling me things like how beautiful I was, how everyone love me for giving my all, how many people had asked to fuck me, how people love watching me take cock like a pro, how proud of me he was, how much he loved being my husband, how much he loved sharing me, and lots and lots of things, really nice things I can’t really remember, but that made me feel good.

Eventually, the sobs started to abate, and my mood started to lift a little. He was so soothing, so loving, so gentle. I started to talk about feeling vulnerable, about how whenever I fuck, I always need to come back to him, no matter how much I love the sex, the orgasms, the filling, eventually I always need to come back to him, and I said that on that day, I needed him to reclaim me, to take me as his again, to own my body and my soul, to own all my holes. I needed to feel him want me. I needed to feel him possess me.

I needed to have his cock in my mouth, I needed to have his cock in my cunt and in my ass, I needed to have him to cum inside me, both cunt and ass, and I knew I wasn’t emotionally ready to cum myself, I just needed to feel his throbbing cock, feel his sticky juices, feel his love, feel his ownership. I’m his sub after all, and I know its wonderful he lends me out, and just how much I get emotionally and physically from this life I lead, but sometimes, I just need him.

He said of course, and that I deserved to be reclaimed for how wonderful I had been, and rolled me onto my back, knelt with his knees under my armpits, put another couple of pillows under my head and told me to use his cock as a dummy, as a pacifier, and I did, for so so long. Just having his cock in my mouth while he was lovingly stroking my hair was wonderful. He wasn’t face fucking me, and I was barely sucking him, what I needed was just having his cock in my mouth, I just needed the connection I got from it. It was so emotional, and I teared up again, but his hair strokes and a mouth filled with his cock soothed me.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that. A long time. “As long as I needed”. When I was ready, I opened my mouth and he pulled back a little, and with love in my eyes, I told him to face fuck me, gently, not to cum, just to reclaim my mouth. And he did so perfectly. This man who usually slams hard, who deep throats me, who makes me choke and gag on his thick hard cock was so gentle, and yet I felt it, emotionally, my mouth was his again. I think he sensed it, because he pulled out and asked if I wanted him to reclaim my cunt. I smiled. I nodded. He stroked my hair, then shuffled down the bed, spread my legs (which felt very symbolic on that day) and pressed his fairly hard cock into my cunt lips, slipping it up and down until his glans slipped between them. And then he pushed in, slowly, even pressure, until he was all the way in. He kissed me as he started to thrust in and out, him clearly being careful to not make me cum, as I said I needed. A nice even firm but gentle fuck. Filling then emptying, emotion flooding back into me as the good hormones took over, and it was then that I told him to fuck me hard, but reminded him I still wasn’t ready to cum. And he did, hard slams from a hard cock, taking my breath away, but him very carefully not rubbing where he would need to. The switch was astounding, his fuck perfect, and he came, hard, deep, every spurt re-emphasising his ownership of my cunt, of me.

He went soft, and began spooning me again, gently saying how he had reclaimed two of my holes and the last one would be his again soon. I smiled, I snuggled back into him, and I reached behind me to his soft cock, rubbing it with my hands, looping fingers round it, slowly bringing it back to life.

He ignored my cock workings and started soothingly talking to me again, saying all the wonderful feel good stuff. Normally he calls me a slut, today he called me perfect. Although, they aren’t mutually exclusive.

When I let go of his cock, after I’d worked it back to hardness, he rolled me onto my front, put a pillow under my stomach and he lubed my asshole, a thorough, intimate lubing, delicate, yet effective, and then he pushed his glans to my pucker, and my asshole sucked him in, it wanted him, at this point, it needed him, it was like my whole body was desperate for him, and he pushed inside, filling me, and then he snuggled behind me, cocooning my body whilst he filled my asshole. He didn’t move his cock for a while, letting me feel internally and externally snuggled. It felt wonderful, his cock inside me really emphasising the cocooning.

And when he sensed I was ready, he started fucking, slow, deliberate, glans right to my asshole, then right back in again, full lengths, getting harder and harder. As it would be his second cumming of the hour, he would take a long time, my asshole would have to take a long fucking. And it did, with him eventually cumming again, loads of warm soft sticky cum. His cock went soft and he snuggled behind me again, his soft cock still in my asshole, and we stayed there for a while.

After his cock eventually popped out of my asshole, I told him I felt I was ready to cum, and I wondered if Sara would lick me to orgasm. We left the room, him holding me up as we walked, and my husband explained my sub drop and asked Sara if she’d lick me out. Of course she would, it’s what friends are for and she immediately sat me down on the sofa, put my feet each on a dining room chair, got between my legs and started licking. Gentle, loving, and I told her my husband and hers would spit roast her after I’d cum, spit roasts being her favourite thing in the world, and her husband asked mine if mine would spank her as well, that he thought she needed a good proper hard spanking.

Sara’s rhythm didn’t alter a jot whilst they were talking about fucking and spanking her, although she did speed up when I added that I thought she deserved a serious spanking, not a play one.

The long slow build up to orgasm was pulling me out of the last bit of my sub drop, and by the time I orgasmed, I was fine. I’d be used later in the day, I’d be spit roasted, and I probably wouldn’t need any aftercare. But when I needed it the most, it was there.

Some people obsess about aftercare, and if you need it, then you must get it. But I don’t normally, and I don’t want it forced on me when I don’t need it, but when I do need it, I need it urgently, desperately.

What started as a catastrophic sub drop ended up as perfect aftercare. And that made me ready to go at it again, to get my own spit roast, to get my own spanking and to cum and cum. It was so important he got my aftercare right, and he so so did. I’m so lucky.

It was also noticeable that my husband had been increasingly needing aftercare for his Pegtember thirty consecutive day peggings, and giving him aftercare is even rarer than giving it to me. He had the sloppy pucker lickings the morning after every pegging, but increasingly, he needed emotional aftercare on the evening of the pegging itself, cuddles, lovely things being said, sweet comments from the women involved. I don’t know if the women’s clothes, the feminisation, has had an effect on him, but emotionally, he needed almost daily support towards the end of the challenge, and the other women and I were only to pleased to give him that support. His need for emotional aftercare made his feminisation totally real to me, and I have realised that this isn’t a game, and also that he is emotionally happy in a partial girl mode, but in need of support and reassurance. I think the switching between dominant man and subservient girl mode drained him, something I didn’t expect. As I said at the start of Pegtember, the feminisation, the girl mode, was an experiment, and I still don’t know where it is heading.

But clearly in girl mode, he needs aftercare, and clearly if I’m physically and emotionally broken, so do I. Neither of us normally need it, but when we do, it is very very important.

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part Two)

5 November 2026 / / 2 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pegtember: The Final Stretch (Update 7)

31 October 2026 / / 0 Comments

The end was near, his asshole now took the whole alien, and there was a queue to use it long and hard on his poor month-long abused asshole.

Sunday (27th) and Paula, Ella and Stacey all did sloppy analingus, hoping their efforts would get him to the end of the challenge. Laura and Victoria fucked me again in the morning, and when I got home, he gave me my Submissive Sodomy, and then we snuggled, and I did a check-in with him, to see he was doing OK, which he was. He’s remarkable really.

But I wasn’t there long. I was away for the night again that evening, this time to be used by Sara’s husband and three friends of his, a simple wife swap that allowed Sara another night of pegging my husband. I was to be subjected to endless spit roasts, double penetrations and ass fucks, only broken up by tit worship and cunt licking while their cocks recovered, and any time my cunt wasn’t filled by a cock, it was to be filled by Sara’s used and unwashed panties instead, it was stuffed with multiple pairs to keep it full. And Sara provided the dripping panties for my husband too, worn and wanked into for most of the week, to give him something to suck while they ploughed into his asshole with the alien, with that nobbled monster.

And by the time Sara, Helen and Carla had finished, they were almost full-speed pegging him. Almost, but not quite, and they thought he had had enough with the speed they got up to. Sara spent the night with him, enjoying having the tentacle in his ass and held in place with her by the straps, and enjoying him still being caged overnight.

Monday (28th) and in the morning, Sara gave my husband a dose of Submissive Sodomy, with him still having the cage on, before removing the cage so he could give her a dose of Submissive Sodomy.

She got some sleep. I didn’t. I was literally double-teamed all night, and just before I left, they each gave me a dose of Submissive Sodomy. I was exhausted, so exhausted that my husband had to carry me out of the car and upstairs to bed. And then, before I could sleep, before he allowed me to sleep, he too gave me a long hard dose of Submissive Sodomy. He told me I deserved it. I probably did.

When I finally awoke, I heard the clear sounds of an implement striking an ass, over and over. I heard female voices chatting and encouraging, I overheard a grunt, probably male, with every strike. I knew what was happening. My husband’s ass, that had been through so much, was now receiving a harsh and sustained spanking. I listened to the bubbling female noises, I listened to the ass flesh slaps, I listened to the male grunts, enjoying the mental picture the sounds were inducing in my brain. God, I needed to be spanked.

I wanted to go downstairs, to go to watch his asses destruction, but I was still broken. Eventually, I heard some footsteps upstairs and Ella came in, tits swinging, a three inch deep skirt in place, her gorgeous moist cunt on show. She got on the bed with me, and cuddled me, our tits clashing, as she asked how I felt. Broken was the answer. Well, the girls were taking care of his ass, whilst she was taking care of me. As our tits squashed, as we snuggled, as we kissed, she told me of the havoc being wreaked on his ass cheeks, the dozens of strokes with my wooden paddle with studs spelling the word “Slut”, the dozens more wraparound strokes with my tawse, and they were just starting with the buckle end of his belt and a real horse riding crop when Ella came upstairs.

The punishment of his ass was nasty, vicious, in total contrast with Ella licking my cunt out, which was gentle, beautiful and made me feel really loved, a love accented by the continued rhythm of strokes on my husband’s ass. Eventually they stopped striking his ass, eventually Ella’s tongue stopped caressing my cunt, and I heard Tanya demand his asshole be lubed, Carla warning them to keep the lube off his cheeks as no one wants any soothing for his spanked cheeks.

And then I started hearing Tanya grunt as she pegged him, the slaps on his ass of her body on his with each stroke, and I heard the others encouraging her and trash talking him, telling him he took the spanking like a girl and now needs to take a nasty pegging like a girl too. I was so turned on by what I was hearing that I gushed all over Ella’s face. She looked up, a glossy coating on her face, smiled broadly, and then put her head back down and carried on licking. Good girl!

I heard mention of the tentacle and slamming hard, the women swapped over and over to keep up force and power, he grunted, he moaned, but he didn’t say a word. His asshole was theirs to do with, as they had every day so far of this month. I heard mention of the alien, and hard pegging. I heard them tell him to suck on the alien as they continued their slamming warm-up with the tentacle. I really wasn’t paying attention to my orgasms, just excited by what was happening downstairs, and Ella got another faceful of squirt, and carried on again. She wanted a third.

I had a text, which I read whilst Ella licked me and whilst I was hearing the performance downstairs. Nikki was coming back, and apparently at some point in the near future, I’d have to fuck the FWB she put off to come here, me fucking him would be an apology for Nikki not being there for their planned fuck. The FWB moaned, and she offered my cunt and asshole, and she knew I’d be happy to do it.

I heard cheers as Poppy got the alien all the way in, and started increasing her fucking speed. Full speed alien fucks followed, as each of the women did a hundred full speed slams, my husband just taking it, just as I always just take it.

Ella went back down to suck his cock clear of cum just as soon as they finished, and then to do the loving tentacle spoon, whilst my cunt was licked out by Poppy, only interrupted by a breeding session with the farm hand and his mate, Poppy acting as my fluffer, before recommencing the licking of my cunt, now tasting two men’s cum as well as my liberal sticky juices. And Poppy snuggled and kissed me whilst going to sleep, with Ella doing the same to my husband, all on the same bed.

Tuesday (29th) saw Ella and Poppy doing his sloppy analingus, before Poppy slipped off to get fucked by Tanya’s husband, Rose’s husband did two rounds of Submissive Sodomy on me whilst still on the same bed, my husband did two rounds of Submissive Sodomy with Ella, and then after a nice long stint of snuggling with our sodomisers, my husband used my vicious wand to rip orgasm after orgasm out of Ella’s clit, not loving, but clinical, harsh orgasms, that left her barely able to walk. And then, they turned the wand on my clit and did the same. And then they left us to recover, whilst Rose’s husband was second man into Poppy’s cunt that hour and my husband went to dirty fuck both Anna’s cunt and asshole, switching at his will, making her beg for her orgasms, his dirty hard cock pounding her asshole and cunt for a long long time.

Ella had to go off and do more uni work, so that evening, with Nikki, was Anna and Stacey, the latter’s cunt freshly fucked by Anna’s and Tanya’s husbands, as yet more payment for her boyfriends ass-fucking exploits. Di’s skirt was put on him again, together with a tiny shocking pink G-string which Nikki had brought, a G-string she had borrowed from her sexy female neighbour who worked in it, went to the gym in it and slept in it for a whole week.

Nikki’s white cotton innocent panties were worn for about the same time, they were dripping, fragrant and pushed into his mouth as the tentacle hour happened, and then they got full-speed pegging with the alien, accelerating from slow warm-up very quickly. He had about fifty minutes with the alien, before we all wore ourselves out, and Nikki did the cock draining, tentacle penetrating spoon cuddles with him overnight, and I went off with Anna for a loving snuggling session, only interrupted by the farm hand breeding each of us and his mate sodomising the other one. Anna and I slept in each other’s arms.

Wednesday (30th), the last day of the challenge, began with Nikki and Helen doing his sloppy rimming, whilst Anna and Ella licked me to orgasm again and again. Apparently, they felt I needed them. I bloody did.

And my husband sodomised Nikki, shortly before fucking her cunt with his dirty cock, and she left with hers and her neighbour’s panties. Shortly after, Tasha arrived to wax his legs again, to ensure his legs were perfectly smooth for his final pegging, and she ended up masturbating his cock with Paula’s daughters panties. And then, naked from the waist down as usual for a waxing, she made him suck on the cum-filled panties as she was very precise with her waxing. She wanted his presentation to be perfect for this final ordeal.

Rose’s husband came in, looking for me to fuck, but I wasn’t there, so he pulled Tasha over the arm of the chair, spread her legs slightly and just ploughed straight in. I think he forgot she wasn’t a free-use vixen, but she rode his cock anyway, cumming several times and then making him cum. Then, after finishing my husband’s leg waxing, he bent her over the same arm and fucked her asshole, long, controlled, hard, intense, and whilst my husband was licking her cunt and ass clean, she told her husband what fucking she’d just had, and she told him she’d be fucking my husband’s asshole later, and the best her own husband could hope for was being wanked into the bin again. He felt demeaned when she did that, but it made him very very attentive.

So, with cock cage and schoolgirl skirt in place, Tasha, Helen, Ella, Stacey and me began his last pegging. One dildo in, he had achieved the goal, but we were not done. Some warm-ups, and hour of the tentacle and then well over a full hour of top-speed, full-length alien penetration, the five of us fucking his asshole like it was the last time we ever would. It took it, of course it did, his amazing asshole taking each and every stroke, each and every stretch, each and every flick of his pucker with the same enthusiasm as he took the first. Well over fifty hours of pegging over the last thirty days, and when all five of us were done, we excitedly cheered and cuddled him, Ella draining his cock, and Tasha giving the loving overnight snuggling with him, only with the alien not the tentacle in his asshole overnight, and his cock still caged, held by Tasha’s hand overnight, Tasha’s cuck husband waiting at home to be wanked into a bin whilst Tasha gave loving aftercare to a man with an alien dildo held in place in his asshole.

The following morning, the first of October, Tasha, Ella and I each did a long sloppy rimming session on him, the last aftercare session of the challenge, a challenge that expanded far beyond some pegging every day, a challenge that turned into a true ordeal of endurance, training and filling.

And after we’d finished, he told us what was coming next. Spanktober. Payback. He planned to give each woman who spanked him four hard spankings over the month, and after each spanking, some non-cumming sodomy, then using the brutal wand on our clits to rip some orgasms out of us, like they had to me and Ella a couple of days before. We deserved that. And he deserved what else he wanted, weekly peggings with the tentacle and the alien. He built up momentum, and didn’t want to slow down now. And for those peggings, he wanted the skirts, the panties the whole works, even dripping panties in his mouth. Once a week for the foreseeable future. I think we could all agree to that.

I asked him how he truly felt about the feminisation, the cock cage, the skirts and panties, and he loved it, and was conflicted by it. He needed time to work out where he was, how he felt. I’m conflicted too, because I like him caged and in distress, but I like him rock hard and rampant too. Neither of us have any idea where this might go. In the meantime, weekly feminised peggings, retaliation spankings and harsh orgasm rippings, not forgetting the usual free-use and a seemingly increasing number of farm hands breeding us, and at the end of the month, a Halloween orgy down south, slutty witches at the ready. September was intense, and I was expecting October to head the same way too. And a few days into Spanktober, I headed south by train for my apology fucks with Nikki’s FWB, the evening and the following morning, just as he does with Nikki. Pegtember took a lot out of me too, but it was worth every second of it, and I loved going to Nikki’s FWB, I enjoyed turning up knowing I was there to fuck someone I didn’t know, and Tasha brought about a discovery for me too, but more of that another time.

September was the month his asshole took way bigger dildos, for way longer than before, it was the month he really took to some feminisation, and it was the month way more of our friends got involved in pegging him, and way more of them saw his vulnerability, and got closer to him because of it. Pegtember was a raging success.

October didn’t quite work out as planned. My husband ended up in hospital with a non-life threatening condition, but with so much pain, causing him to be in hospital for a while. Because his recovery is long and slow, he’s temporarily out of hospital, and because of the pain, his cock and asshole are out of action, but his tongue and hands very much are in use. I’ve been facesitting him a couple of times a day, and he has been making me cum and cum, drinking my cunt juices (or medicine as he calls it), and he’s been masturbating me to orgasm with his fingers as and when he wants, groping me a lot and he has spanked me a bit too. I think the fact I’ve been wearing my various nurses outfits have spurred him on. It is lovely to have him back even without his cock.

And then last night, whilst Ella sat between his legs with his cock in her mouth (literally the only thing you can do with his cock at the moment), the free-use men ran a train on me, all for his viewing pleasure.

He enjoyed himself. There was nothing in it for me. Nothing at all. Definitely not the gazillions of orgasms. Definitely not. It was all for him.

Pegtember: Prolonged Sodomy and First Push with the Alien (Update 5)

30 September 2026 / / 0 Comments

Eleven days to go and my husband’s asshole is holding up well, his cock is still functioning well despite the distress it is under when caged, and he’s thoroughly enjoying the feminisation, the panties, the skirts, the stockings and suspenders, and the cage. It has ramped pegging up to another level.

Sunday (20th) and I was still with Carla for the morning, my husband awoke still strapped to Stacey, ass still impaled by the tentacle, Ella still snuggling to his front. When they all awoke, Stacey removed the tentacle from his ass and he gave Ella a dose of Submissive Sodomy, and then, after a recovery session with a freshly sodomised and clearly emotional Ella in his arms, and Stacey snuggled behind him with the tentacle re-inserted in his asshole, she removed the tentacle again and he gave Ella a full second dose of Submissive Sodomy, telling Stacey that sodomy was for her and how much he really wanted to fuck her ass. She still said no, but she does enjoy the fact that he so clearly desperately wants to fuck her asshole. But a second non-cumming sodomy session was clearly too much for Ella. Tears were streaming down her face, not least regret at not putting mascara on, as this wonderful man kept impaling her asshole as they had been doing his the night before.

Mid-sodomy, he leant down and asked Ella if she was OK, and said she was in a wonderful emotional place, and insisted he didn’t cut her second sodomy short, insisted she wasn’t allowed to cum, and insisted he sodomised her not just for as long as he thought she needed, but for as long as he had the energy to do, and that was a long long time.

Stacey wondered, for the first time, if she ought to allow him to sodomise her, as Ella was seemingly in a wonderful place, writhing against his constant hard strokes, writhing against the motion, writhing against the hard cock. She dismissed the thought, of course, but was still slightly jealous and the joy a very emotional Ella was receiving from her ass fucking.

All the while, Carla and I were looking for a new dildo online, even bigger than the tentacle, even harsher than the tentacle. And we found one that appealed to us both, an alien dildo. We both thought it was so pretty. I thought the tentacle was girthy, this one was girthier, a bit longer and much much more knobbly. His ass pucker will be flicked and caught with each and every stroke, it would be a much harder thing to be pegged with, and it could be delivered on Tuesday. Carla went halves with me. Because “his asshole deserves it”. I mean, I was nervous at the tentacle, but this thing is something else. And yet, I wanted to train him to take it hard. I was a bitch like that.

Stacey had to load Ella’s asshole with lube a number of times, as her sodomy continued, the love Stacey felt for her penetrated friend was enormous and she got a lot of joy watching her squirm, watching her take his hard cock, watching her emotions get the better of her.

When he finally ran out of steam fucking Ella’s asshole, Stacey had his cock in her mouth, cleaning it up, tasting her friend’s ass, whilst he snuggled Ella like her life depended on it. Once she calmed down and emotionally settled, first Stacey and then Ella gave him his spitting and rimming sessions, much needed aftercare before his pegging onslaught that night.

As I got home, Stacey left to find out whose asshole her boyfriend had fucked the night before, but Ella didn’t leave my husband’s side. At about lunchtime, he decided she needed an orgasm, so he had me masturbate and finger fuck her to get her warmed up, then he sodomised her again, this time making her cum quickly before settling in for a long ass fuck, culminating in them both cumming again. Then, he had me lick her cunt out, taste her lovely creamy juices, making her cum again. Only then did she feel like going home. She had an essay to write, a deadline that had no allowance for prolonged sodomy.

Paula arrived early for his evening pegging, and so, deciding to have some fun, we put his cock cage and neon pink frilly crotchless panties on him, and then Paula and I fucked on the rug in front of him, using her new double-ended dildo with fingers to nudge at our clits, matching inflatable butt plugs (that we had my husband inflate), harsh nipple clamps that attached her right nipple to my left and vice versa, tits therefore slightly uncomfortably pressing against each other, and kissing, lots of snogging and tongues, Paula tasting a little of Ella’s cunt juices in my mouth. This is how Helen found us when she came in for his pegging. She sat next to my husband and started playing with his caged cock, telling him how useless his little caged cock would be at filling our needy holes, and how his only use that night would be as a hole for us to savage.

When he started to protest, she went and got my drool gag and put it on him, telling him he was an asshole for us to fuck and that was that. She then spanked him over her knee, all the while Paula and I were still fucking, but we were both paying good attention to what Helen was doing to my husband, to our chosen asshole of the evening. Then Helen parked him over the arm of the sofa, came back with her strap-on harness and dildo, and the tawse before giving him a few hard strikes across his ass, and then starting to lube his asshole. She was hungry for some ass fucking. Paula and I decided we should, perhaps, stop fucking each other and set about the main event, my husband being pegged in neon pink frilly crotchless panties and with a cock cage on and with mouth filled with drool gag. Between peggings, as the dildo went up in size, he had another few full-strength strokes across his ass cheeks with the tawse, a beautiful blend of external and internal discomfort, pain even, as he took yet another hard pegging. The capacity of this man’s ass, of his perfect asshole, is astounding, and this pegging session marks the two thirds point of the challenge, and with that, all three of us did full speed full slam peggings with the tentacle. He winced a bit at times, but didn’t shy away from the punishment his asshole was taking.

And after the pegging had finished, when the last tawse strike had happened, when his cock was freed from the cage, I comforted him the way he comforts me, I snuggled his front, I nudged and kissed his nose, his lips, and I didn’t let anything touch or soothe his ass, I let him feel the burn. After a little while, he had me turn round, be little spoon as he pushed into me, and his semi-hard cock penetrated my cunt. He didn’t fuck me, he was just there, hugging me inside and out. Despite his ass blazing, he slipped off to sleep, as did I, his arms wrapped around me, his body pressed against me, his cock loving me from the inside.

Mon (21st) saw me awaken with him doing my Submissive Sodomy, his cock already hard and in my asshole when I came round, then boringly, we had work to do, him being interrupted by Carla and Helen doing the sloppy analingus sessions and me being free-used by four men at different times during the day. Not very productive for me on the business front, very much more productive on the orgasm front.

And we decided on a calmer, more loving evening. His ass was tawsed a lot yesterday, and hopefully the alien would be there the following day, so chances of a calmer evening from then until the end were nil. So this evening, it was Ella and Paula helping me, no costume for him, just a lovely neon pink girly thong to pull aside and his cock cage, and whilst we pegged him a lot, it wasn’t frenzied, but it was hard, they were full strokes, and we got on to the tentacle very quickly, spending most of the evening slamming into his ass with that. His cock was lovingly played with, and gently teased, but instead of frenzy, we had lengthy peggings, instead of using all our energy up quickly, we could peg him for longer, far longer.

A lot of the time one woman was pegging him, another snuggled his face, kissing and stroking his hair, whilst a third played with his caged cock. It was beautiful, it was lovely, and it was so so long. Endurance in another way.

And when we were done, when Paula had left to get her ass fucked by Stacey’s boyfriend, and I went to be bred by the farm hand and his friend, Ella snuggled up with my husband, giving him loving aftercare, draining his balls of cum and generally being beautiful with him. He went to sleep very contented. So did she.

My breeding wasn’t beautiful. They requested mascara. It was very hard, very raw, very animal. In a hay loft. It was fabulous.

Tue (22nd) and I awoke, having slept in the hay with the farm hand and his mate, to another hard breeding session with the farm hand and a good hard ass fuck from his mate. My mascara was a mess, something both men were very proud of, and I had to get home looking like that. My husband was very loved overnight and started the day with Ella’s Submissive Sodomy, her being emotional again. He decided he’d have a second go at sodomising Ella twice, separated by sloppy anilingus from Ella and Carla, who came to stake her claim for the alien, if it were to arrive. Ella didn’t have to ask him to ass fuck her as much as he could manage, he did it anyway, with Ella being both highly emotional, almost in tears and loving the feeling of him being inside her in that way, in control of her in that way.

And the alien arrived at about 5pm, so I decided to leave it packed up until Carla and Stacey were there, and my husband, whose ass it was bought for. Well, the photos don’t do this monster justice. As well as being huge, the colours are so beautiful, and you should have seen my husband’s eyes when he saw the shape, saw how knobbly it was, and he realised what a workout his asshole was going to get, his pucker in particular. Carla lubed it up, wanking it with a flourish, even though he was a long warm up from it touching his asshole, but she loved the threat of it. Stacey and Carla alternated through the smaller sizes, getting to the tentacle in only a few minutes, so used to it was his asshole, and then, his main pegging of the night, the tentacle, full speed, full power, full length, full effort from the pegger, brutal on its own and warm up for the first tentative penetrations from the alien. I just watched, keeping my energies for the alien.

And I had to be so careful, to push his asshole, to train his asshole, to stretch his asshole, but to not damage his asshole. I’d done this before. I knew what I was doing. Just not with anything so beautiful, so sexy, so sculpted, so harsh, and so mean as this alien beast.

Whilst Stacey was giving his asshole its final dose of tentacle for the day, a long, hard dose, pushing him right to the edge of what he could take, all the time his eyes were locked on me, Carla helping me to put my harness on and then load the alien into it. Normally, at the start of a full speed pegging, I get rolling orgasms, but not this time. My job is to tease his asshole, to get him to take some of it, to push him right to the limit of what he can take. I love it. So does he, he’s a size freak really.

Once Stacey had finished, and he had been tantalised by Carla wanking the alien again, Stacey held open his ass cheeks and I nudged the tip at his asshole. Still loosened up from the tentacle fucking, it accepted the tip easily, and I gently pushed it in as far as the first big knobbly bit, as Carla knelt in front of him and kissed him, full tongues, stroking his hair, with one eye over his shoulder on me. He made a little pain noise at the first push of the lumpy bit through his pucker, and the alien widened quickly at this point, causing him to wince. Carla told him what an amazing asshole he had, and I pushed it in very gently until another nobble and flare. I felt that was enough.

I stopped with it in his asshole, and the girls had a look how far it was in. Then, I asked him if he wanted some gentle fucking with what he already had. He did. Of course he did. It was easy to stop at the second knob, but I did about fifty strokes with it, and every stroke, the knob flicked at his pucker. It was a new experience for him, and it was mentally tough, him feeling like each stroke might injure his pucker. It didn’t. It was fine and he took it well. And then Stacey and Carla had a go, to the same point, gentle as well. I counted fifty each for them, and then Carla made him suck his taste off the alien, whilst telling him what a good girl he was. Carla had to go to the pub to do a couple of hours cover and lock up, and Stacey had to go to be fucked by Tanya’s husband, payment for Stacey’s boyfriend fucking Tanya’s asshole, so this night the loving aftercare was me and my husband, me and my man. And he asked to be little spoon and to go to sleep penetrated by the tentacle strapped to me, our hips and waists strapped together to keep the tentacle in place. He needed to be loved inside and out. I cocooned him as best I could, and did my best to make him feel loved, to make him feel wanted, to make him feel owned.

With eight pegging sessions to go before the end, there was a good chance we could train his asshole to take the alien all the way in. The girls all wanted to have full speed, full length fucks with it, but I don’t know if there is time to get there. It is an absolute monster, it is a challenge, but if anyone’s asshole is up to it, his is. Time will tell.

Showing Him The Way

31 August 2026 / / 6 Comments

In just over a week, Stacey’s boyfriend, eager to make sure he got to fuck all our asses before Stacey changed her mind, had worked his way round all the women, me, Rose, Tanya, Helen, Anna and Carla, his hard cock fucking each of our asses, and dutiful Stacey had been fucked by all the men the following day, paying each debt like the good girlfriend she is, and each of the men had given her their absolute best fuck, hour after hour of repeated hard cunt penetration, and each time, Stacey walked across the village braless, with streaked make-up and messy pantyless cunt like the slut she felt.

It was on one of those slut walks that Anna and I had a chat with her. Our ass fucks were just that, ass fucks, and as enjoyable as they were, we wanted her boyfriend to do more than just an ass fuck us. Anna was saying she desperately wanted him to lick her cunt out, to make her cum with his tongue, but didn’t suggest it as he hadn’t agreed that with Stacey. And Helen really wanted him to lick down her ass crack and focus his tongue on her asshole, but obviously she didn’t suggest that either. And to be honest, I fancied a bit of cunt action with him, I wanted to try his cock in my cunt even if it was just once.

Stacey laughed, her mascara streamed face beaming as she pointed out that our husbands had done far more to her than the simple cunt fuck that had been agreed. They’d railed her like mad, they had fucked her over and over for hours, and every single time, they’d ruined her, they made her mascara run, they made her cum repeatedly, they took exactly what they wanted from her, they fucked her exactly as they wanted. And she encouraged them all the way.

And her boyfriend knew what they’d done to her. And he still hadn’t started doing more to the women who were generously letting him fuck their asses. She despaired a bit, and then, with a twinkle in her eye, she suggested we need to get a bit more …. direct with him. She felt it was only appropriate that we got full multi-faceted fucks, he should be encouraged to do anything he wanted to do to us, just like our husbands did anything they wanted to her.

She felt it would be rather hypocritical if she stopped her boyfriend doing anything he wanted to us women, given she had no intention of stopping the men doing what they wanted to do to her (apart from anal penetration, but they’d all agreed to not do that). In fact, she felt duty bound to encourage it, to support the wonderful women, the reason she was getting all these mature cunt fucks she so loved.

And yes, Stacey knew that meant he’d occasionally fuck their aching dripping cunts, and she was happy for their cunts to be fucked, given how much her cunt was fucked. But she knew he’d focus mostly on their assholes, she knew how much he loved sodomising these sexy, hot, curvy, big-titted vixens, and she also knew she’d have to show him the way, and given I was down to fuck him that very afternoon, she suggested she come over to tease him and let him know he should perhaps expand our fucks. He was due at two, and she got to my place at one fifteen.

We had to plan how we were going to torment him, but by one thirty, Stacey and I were both topless (we were pantyless under our short skirts anyway) and we were snogging, tongues jousting, pressing our naked tits into each other. By one forty, we were finger fucking each other to orgasm alternately (we were both so hyped up, we had three orgasms each in just over ten minutes), by one fifty, I was digging out a girthy double-ended dildo and by one fifty five, it was deep in both of our cunts, our cunt lips occasionally touching and rubbing, and our tit-rubbing tongue-jousting snogging restarted, frenzied kissing like we were a new couple, whilst having mini movements to keep the dildo buried and filling us up.

That’s when her boyfriend walked in. He certainly wasn’t expecting his girlfriend and his arranged fuck to be topless, tits swinging whilst pressing against each other’s, our cunt lips kissing as our cunts shared a dildo at the same time as sharing mouth kisses and tongues. But we were, and his cock jumped to attention and his tongue was hanging out. Each smirking at his visible arousal, we carried on, taking our time and enjoying every second, especially as it tormented him.

When we finally came up for air, Stacey reached out, rubbed his cock through his trousers and told him he’d be fucking my asshole soon enough, but she wanted to make sure he knew what else he could do in addition to that straight-forward ass fuck if he wanted.

In a pre-planned move, Stacey slid off the dildo and then extracted it from my cunt, giving it to her boyfriend to “suck every single drop of girl juice off both ends”, which he did whilst watching our every move. I got up and laid on the kitchen table, my ass at the edge, legs hanging off, and Stacey slipped her skirt to the floor, climbed onto the table, and knelt with her legs either side of my head facing down my body towards her boyfriend. I lifted my hands up and parted her cunt lips, lovingly looking at her pinkness, and when she was spread, she firmly lowered her parted cunt lips to my mouth, and my tongue slipped in between them, inside her cunt as my fingers left her lips. My tongue started wriggling inside her as she tried desperately to not be distracted by my tongue work. Her pre-planned words were very much interrupted by my agile tongue, and so, in a broken rhythm, she told him to drop his trousers, and flipping my short skirt up to reveal my cunt. She grabbed his hard cock, masturbating it a few times before gripping its full length and dragging it so the glans was nudging at my cunt.

As I felt the nudging, I put my hands down to my cunt and parted my cunt lips, showing my pinkness to him in the way Stacey did to me, and guided by Stacey’s hand, he poked his glans to my pink moist cunt tunnel, and then without asking, just pushed his way in, Stacey letting go of his barrel as he slid right in.

I heard Stacey tell him to go slowly, as she didn’t want him putting my tongue off rhythm, and that only meant one thing, that she wanted my tongue to make her cum. I reached up to her tits, grabbing them firmly, using them to keep her in perfect position and denying him the chance to rub against them. The only rubs going on here were his cock in my cunt, and my tongue in her cunt, my tongue lapping up her amazing taste, juices slow and steady, hips moving slightly, but leaving her cunt so close my tongue remained buried in it. I did hear them kissing though, sloppy squelching kisses for his girlfriend whilst he was fucking someone else, sloppy squelching kisses for her boyfriend whilst that someone else was licking her cunt and making her cum.

She tried her best to hold her orgasm off, but I felt it in how her body movements changed. Wanting to get her over the edge, wanting a mouthful of tasty girl cum, I pushed my tongue in harder, gripped her tits harder and sped up my licking a little. Soon, her whole body shook as she started to cum, and I extended her orgasm the way the men do to us, judicious flicks of the tongue across her clit to drag it out. I realised her boyfriend was holding her up, whilst simultaneously keeping her cunt locked over my mouth. He so wanted to see her cum hard from a woman’s tongue.

When she finally finished shaking, with her cunt firmly still over my mouth, with my tongue still firmly writhing inside her cunt, she told him to speed up, but pull out before he came, she wanted all that cum inside my asshole. He did as he was told, accelerating, slamming in hard for a few strokes before pulling out with a flourish, making my cunt feel empty, frustrated and slightly gaping, keeping his sticky cum for my asshole.

Stacey clambered off me, and pulling me up from the table, she kissed me, alternating with clearing her cum off my face, as her boyfriend masturbated my cunt from the front and hers between her legs. Neither of us stopped him as gentle masturbation turned into hard finger fucks. I was crying out fairly soon, but he held me close to cumming until Stacey caught me up, and then with a vicious higher speed finger fuck, he made us both cum roughly together. It was huge, it was loud, it was a shared moment between Stacey and me.

And as we were cumming down from the orgasms, he handed his girlfriend a bottle of lube and he manhandled me over, parting my ass cheeks and making Stacey lube both my asshole and his cock, and when we were both acceptably lubed, he pushed into my asshole in a gentle but firm and fluid movement, and he made Stacey watch close up.

After a few ins and outs of his now rock hard cock, he told Stacey to watch well, as sooner or later, she’d have a cock in her asshole. To her surprise, he said he knew about her pledge to give my husband her anal cherry, and he told me my asshole would pay if my husband had Stacey’s first ass fuck rather than him, that he’d nastily sodomise me every day for a month and he’d viciously spank me every day for that month, as the price for my husband having his girlfriend’s anal cherry. Stacey denied it would happen, she insisted that her asshole would remain uninvaded, but like my husband, he suspected they’d eventually get to sodomise her. He was sure she’d love it. I think my husband was too, and to be fair, so was I.

And I knew my husband would get her anal cherry too. She had promised him, and I don’t for a single second think that Stacey is not a woman of her word. So, once again, Mira’s ass would be paying the price. Just like Stacey’s cunt is paying the price for her boyfriend’s ass fucks, my ass would pay for the price for my husband having Stacey’s anal cherry. Like Stacey is happy to pay the price, so am I, and a month of nasty sodomy and vicious spankings would be well worth it to get my husband another anal cherry.

Stacey was closely watching her massive hard cock fill my asshole, and he upped the intensity with his language, talking about her watching how much I love having my asshole filled, watching my body adore having my ass impaled, listening to my noises intensify as he fucks faster and harder. She was completely absorbed by watching his cock push into and slide out of my asshole, whilst he told her to see how much the bitch wants his cock filling her asshole, how much she craves a hard girthy cock in her dirty hole, how much of a slut she is for wanting him and others to not just penetrate her asshole, but to own it, to destroy it.

I came as he spoke, a hard empty cunt orgasm and he used it to prove to Stacey that I really was that slut that needed a cock up her ass, that needed to be sodomised by anyone and everyone. Guilty as charged, m’lud.

He stopped to have Stacey lube his cock again, and then he sent her home, because he wanted to focus 100% on tormenting my asshole, on me squirming as he penetrated it, as he filled and stretched my asshole. He was much more confident now, with six ass fucks under his belt, with guidance from six women who love their sodomy and no doubt tuition from the free-use men.

His enormous magnificent cock gave me another three empty cunt orgasms, his cock stretching my asshole, the feeling of him filling then emptying my asshole on rhythm being overwhelming.

And he knew I’d tell my husband about how good the fuck was, what Stacey and I had done together and what he’d done to my poor defenceless asshole, and he knew my husband would fuck Stacey harder and longer as a result, make Stacey’s cunt, tits and body pay for what her boyfriend did to my asshole (and cunt, tits and body too, but mostly to my asshole). The cycle of fucks got harder, there was more to love, more to endure. And bent over that kitchen table that day, and in that moment, my asshole 100% belonged to him, was his to fill, was his to stretch, and he did both magnificently.

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