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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.

Paying His Debt (Part Two)

19 August 2026 / / 8 Comments

Stacey’s cunt had no respite. My husband was gently rubbing it, masturbating her as they talked, as Stacey recovered from the hard fucking. He made her cum even doing that, a gentle loving warming orgasm, not hard like he made her have earlier. That and the gentle cuddles made her feel warm, safe and wanted.

After a while, his cock showed signs of life, and Stacey dropped to her knees between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. She was clearly an experienced cock sucker, largely taught by her father’s friends, those friends she had teased by always wearing revealing clothing when they were there, those friends who asked her mother if Stacey was hinting at them to fuck her, those friends that fucked her mother as much as her.

And Stacey always swallowed. Her mother taught her that. Her best friend’s mother taught her that too. Stacey loved a man’s cum inside her, and if not in her cunt, then down her throat.

But today, she wasn’t drinking my husband’s cum. Her cunt needed it more, and as soon as he was hard, she released his cock from her mouth, and just gently kissing his glans, she asked him what their next fuck would be.

And as my husband was already sitting on the sofa, he chose Reverse Cowgirl. Their secret fuck the night before was a gentle beach version, but he wanted the maximum energy tits and ass bouncing Stacey in full flow version. She knelt on the sofa over his body and he spread her cunt lips wide as she lowered herself onto his lap. His cock slid straight in, and Stacey started bouncing and grinding, using all her muscles to get his cock going in and out of her cunt, making her tits bounce as she did it, her arms raised above her head to maximise the tit bounce and to let him see the bounce tantalisingly come into her view round her body. At times, he put his hands round her or under her arms and grabbed a tit in each hand, using her tits to drive pace and keep rhythm. Her tits ached. A good ache. And she wasn’t about to tell him to stop. She came four times, and each time, she lost rhythm when she did, and her tits became the handles to get her back on rhythm.

She was grateful when he finally came, as she was exhausted from all the Reverse Cowgirl, all the muscle work, but his orgasm was strong, his cum deep and plentiful, and her cunt messy and feeling amazing.

As she snuggled him again, he reached to her tits and one by one took her nipples in his mouth, sucking them whilst once again resuming the gentle masturbation her cunt had received between her previous fucks. He sucked on her nipples for ages, swapping between them so she could feel the cold wetness in the moving air. On the odd occasion he did leave her cunt alone, she felt that same cold wetness there.

This switching between hard fucking and gentle care was creating the most wonderful feeling, a fabulous sensation, something she loved. The relentlessness of his masturbation was keeping her sexually poised for his next act, for which he wanted her in the bedroom, my bedroom. She gasped on the way in as she saw the display cases on the walls of his office, display cases filled with his sexual partner’s worn, unwashed, signed panties, and realising hers were already in a case, she agreed to sign hers too, the fuck had been so great, she willingly offered, she owed his cock that much.

But once in our bedroom, he took control again, laying her half on the bed, her ass on the edge, her feet on the floor, her arms above her head again allowing her perfectly hairless armpits to be enjoyed and her perfect tits to slide sideways. She never thought sideways flopped tits were attractive or sexy, but he clearly did, and after leaning over her to suck on the nipples a bit more, he dropped to his knees, her cunt millimetres from his tongue, and he proceeded to give her a long, controlled, devastating cunt licking, devastating because he was teasing her, edging her, holding her right on the verge of cumming for so so long, so that when she did, the orgasm was hard, her eyes moist from the prolonged edging, his face splattered with her juices, glistening from her sticky cum. And he did that over and over, until his tongue could do no more.

But he wasn’t done with her cunt. He crawled onto the bed and waved his cock in her face, her inhaling it and sucking it again to get him really hard. Once he was ready again, hard again, he got off the bed, picked her legs up off the floor and held them up on his chest, her ankles acting like his ear defenders. Holding her legs in place with one hand, he pushed his cock into her incredibly slippery cunt and then drove in. He adjusted his hands to the front of her thighs to pull her in even closer to him, and he began slamming hard, looking deep into her eyes with every stroke. She yelped over and over, as he was so deep, deeper than she could ever remember anybody being. He was hitting deep in her cunt, she could only assume it was her cervix being slammed into, and it was a heady mix of painful and highly pleasurable. She loved it.

And every so often, he adjusted position to rub inside her somewhere else, but he always returned to the deep cervix hitting position. He could see the effect it was having on her, how flush her cheeks were, how her mascara was smudging, how breathless she was, how much noise she was making with every thrust, how the pleasure had gone from her face and she was on wide-eyed gritty determination, occasionally a smile crept onto her face before her mouth open to emit more noise.

He’d been doing that for a long time, her mascara had moved from smudging to running, when he withdrew, pushed her legs forward towards her tits with one hand (which had the effect of raising her ass off the edge of the bed), and then, with as much force as he could muster, he smacked each of her ass cheeks alternately, six times each. There wasn’t a glint of surprise on her face, she’d clearly been spanked before in the midst of a good fucking. She gritted her teeth, grunted, and took each strike like a pro, smiling a little after each strike and before the next, her mascara running more before the dozen strikes finished.

With her body in that position, her ass raised and asshole tempting him, he would absolutely have fucked her ass, but the reason she was here was because she didn’t want anyone to fuck her asshole, so once he was done spanking her, in one sleek movement, he pulled her legs back down, pulled her thighs in position, re-impaled her cunt and started nudging her cervix again. She smiled at him and mouthed “Harder”. This girl could really take a fucking.

He didn’t accelerate, instead telling her that if she ever decided to try anal, he wanted her anal cherry, he wanted to be the first cock she felt inside her asshole. She checked that if she agreed, he’d fuck her harder, as she had demanded, and yes, he would, so she happily agreed, primarily because this whole thing was about her not having anal, and she had no intention of having anal ever. With a smile, his slams got harder, more forceful, his strokes more exaggerated, and eventually, during another of her orgasms, her cunt clamping on his cock finally got the better of him, and he slammed right in and stopped, his cock the deepest it could be, his cum firing directly against her cervix as his cum spurted out.

They were both exhausted, and her legs felt shaky and weak, so he lay on the bed, she snuggled in his left armpit, his left hand resting on her ass, his right hand back to gently masturbating her poor overused cunt. And with his fingers never leaving her cunt, she felt so relaxed, so wanted, so happy. Over time her legs recovered, and when he realised she could probably stand, he pulled her up off the bed and they cuddled standing up, a long cuddle with her naked tits squashed against his chest and his hands each resting one of her ass cheeks. And that cuddle turned into a long, deep, tongues kiss. On and on it went, them occasionally breaking to look at each other, before their tongues jousted again. Eventually, she saw the time, and asked if the debt was paid. He said it was, and she said how wonderful all those fucks were and how fabulous she felt, but as much as she wanted to stay being fucked by him forever, she had somewhere else to be.

She was back downstairs still naked and looking at her phone when I got there. She looked radiant, with flush pink cheeks and ass cheeks to match, a light pinkness to her tits from being manhandled, her nipples glistening in the light, a messy cunt, tussled hair, and mascara streaked all over her face. She smiled broadly and said how lucky I was to be married to such a great fuck, and she begged me to let her boyfriend use my asshole again. I told her I absolutely would, but that she didn’t have to wait for that, that I was happy for her to fuck my husband whenever she wanted, as I knew my husband would be only too pleased to fuck her again and again. She smiled, saying that wouldn’t be tomorrow, and showed me her phone. It was a message from her boyfriend. “You’ll have to fuck Rose’s husband tomorrow.”

She looked coy, innocently biting her lip, and said she’d have to pay off every single one of her boyfriend’s debts, she’s a good girlfriend, and he needed her to help. Then she lent in and kissed me, that lovers’ snog like her and Ella had, like her and my husband just had. I pulled my dress down so that our naked tits squashed as we kissed, and after we finished, in her wrecked state, she just threw on her dress and left. She wanted the world to see how hard she had been fucked, she wanted her boyfriend to see how hard she had been fucked. She didn’t care who saw that this man had ruined her. She was on cloud nine, and she’d have to fuck another mature man tomorrow. She could take it. Her cunt could take it. She hoped she’d be ruined again.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Four)

3 July 2026 / / 7 Comments

Rose and I stopped crying fairly quickly, as the pain in our nipples and clits became a dull throb, a familiar kind of throb from our spankings, a comforting kind of throb. We were both comforted, soothed, loved by our second husbands, but our nipples and clits were not soothed, not touched even, left alone to their pain and throbs.

It was almost time for us to retire, Rose and I knowing our painful nipples and clits would make our final fuckings of the day more of an ordeal.

But even the men, and their amazingly resilient cocks, were running out of steam, so our first bit of second husband ownership of the night was our assholes being fucked by some dildos, my and Rose’s nipples rubbing on the bed with each slam in, reminding us constantly of the punishment.

Then our cunts being pounded by our dildos, swapped around so that we were penetrated by a dildo that had been in someone else’s asshole and cunt earlier, dirty from their assholes and then from our own. That use of dirty dildos really plays into our submission, knowing we shouldn’t do that, and yet submitting to it, a dirty yet free-use act.

And only as their arms tired, did their cocks make it to our mouths for hardening, and then back into our assholes for a late night dose of Submissive Sodomy. None of the women came for the entire time. The men did, one last time, really putting a full stop on our submissive day, only further emphasised by our pre-7am Submissive Sodomy the following morning.

Breakfast went much as the previous day, our tits and cunts displayed for all, and then we found out about the morning’s entertainment. It was Anna’s husband’s birthday, and for the men’s birthdays, we always do something special they want us to do. He had requested that I do a masturbating cake sit and then as I offer my cake covered ass and cunt for him to clear, the other women were to peg him, hard, prolonged. We women thought of it as well deserved payback for all the hard slamming fucks our assholes are regularly forced to take.

I haven’t mentioned a masturbating cake sit before. It was something I read about another woman doing on a cake sit blog, and it is such a fucking obvious thing to do. In this case, I was on all fours, my cunt angled to line up with the middle of the top of the cake, so I would spray cunt juices all over the cake. Anna then finger fucked me whilst Rose held me in place with two fingers deep in my asshole, and they made me cum, they made me squirt all over the top of the cake. With the cake plastered with my cunt juices, I began grinding my ass and cunt into the cake, rocking backwards and forwards, collecting cake in my cunt, between my legs, down my ass crack and plastered all over my ass cheeks. On and off, I was playing with my still-tender clit, adding more cunt juices as I ground the cake in.

All eyes were on my body as it moved, almost danced onto the cake, me almost being oblivious to the audience, as I got mesmerised by how wonderful the cake felt, the oozing into my ass crack and cunt. It is such a special feeling, and I wasn’t expecting a cake sit this weekend, so it was an absolute joy.

And once I was fully seated on the cake platter, a situation that took a couple of minutes to get to, Anna punished my clit further, by using my vicious wand to apply vibrations only to my clit (from above, with a cup shaped attachment that hugged my clit perfectly) and made me cum again, with me grinding the wet remnants of cake into my cunt. Whilst Anna was making me cum with the wand, Rose put her fingers that tasted of my ass into my mouth to taste. That just enhanced my cumming, she knew it would.

So, my ass and cunt were loaded with cake, and one of the men draped a towel over the sofa, and I was manoeuvred to be face down on it, me keeping my legs together to keep the cake attached. Anna’s husband, whose birthday treat this was, was bent over the sofa arm, his ass pointing upwards, and his face was almost touching my cake covered ass. He leant in and started licking and eating as Tanya lubed his asshole and Rose loaded herself into the first strap-on. Helen inserted her fingers into his asshole to loosen it up, before Rose put the tip of the strap-on against his pucker and pushed in. He reared up, lifting his face off my ass, before returning to position and starting to lick the cake off my ass again. He felt two sets of hands hold him down as Rose started firm strokes, stopping his body from rearing up, keeping his tongue close to my cake covered ass.

Rose built up speed, with full length strokes, slamming her silicone balls into his real balls with every stroke. Meanwhile, Anna had poked his cock, which was outside the arm of the chair, into a glass. The women needed his cum. The men who were starting to wank themselves watching this were given glasses too. The women needed their cum as well.

Whilst Rose was pegging him, Tanya was loading herself into another strap-on and was lubed up, and when Rose needed a break, she pulled out and Tanya immediately penetrated him, his asshole not being filled for so little time that it wasn’t fully closed up. Tanya was quickly up to speed, and to her silicone balls slapping best in no time.

My body was moved a little several times to give his tongue more cake to reach, and Tanya was replaced by Anna and then Helen, before starting round again. We women were determined to peg him for as long as we have to take them fucking our assholes on relay.

Once he had mostly cleared my ass of cake, my body was moved again, this time, my belly had a pillow put under it, my legs were spread and his head was right in between my legs, his nose jammed into the lower reaches of my now cleared but still slightly sticky ass crack, his tongue licking cake off my cunt. And still his pegging carried on. The dildos the women were fucking his asshole with were substantial, far girthier than the men’s cocks. Helen’s husband was both in awe of what this man took up his ass, and slightly scared, because he knew his asshole would have to take such a pounding and such a stretching eventually. The women, being used to both taking and giving such dildos in the ass, were rather more in awe of the amount of cake this man had eaten.

The women pegging him were as relentless to him as the men are to them, and he expected nothing less. That they were waiting to collect his cum was slightly humiliating. That they were waiting to collect the cum of the other men who were wanking themselves watching him was rather more humiliating.

When she saw the pegged ass twitching, Tanya reached up and grabbed his cock, which had already cum a little into the glass, and milked his cock with her hand to extract as much cum as she could. And there was a lot. Despite how much he had cum already, pegging him always produced loads of cum.

Tanya then went round and collected all the men’s cum, and mixed it all together. Then, she loaded a lube syringe with cum and, after the dildo was withdrawn from Anna’s husband’s asshole and he was being held in place, she inserted the syringe and emptied the cum into his asshole. And she filled the syringe again and again, and emptied it into his asshole again and again. His asshole was filled with the combined cum of five men, including his own, and then Tanya roughly pushed the largest butt plug they had into his well pegged asshole, to keep the cum in place, not something the men usually allowed the women.

Now, he was like the women usually are, an asshole full of cum, an asshole uncomfortable from the pegging, an asshole that knows what’s been done to it. He lay there, still licking at my cunt for any scrap of cake as the cum trickle down deep inside him. Everyone left us to it as the women packed up for departure, and the men made lunch. Not that Anna’s husband wanted any lunch, he’d eaten far too much cake.

And what was left of my cake covered cunt and ass was dessert for the rest of them, not that there was much left. I slid around the platter, my cunt and ass picking up any scraps of cake left, before I bent over the arm of the sofa for the licking and cleaning to commence. One of the men produced four cup cakes, and two of them were ground into my ass crack and two into my cunt, so there was cake to be eaten.

Eight tongues sequentially licking at my cunt and ass, focussing on my clit and ass pucker, moving my cheeks and my cunt lips apart, lead me to cum, adding flavour to the cake again.

And once I was clear, I wasn’t allowed a shower to remove the sticky cake residue, and I had to take my place in a line of us women, hands clasped behind our heads, forcing our tits out, with our legs slightly apart. The men then started discussing our performances over the weekend, what a great weekend it was, how well we had done, how much we had cum, and then, one by one, they found a reason to spank each one of us, an excuse really to be spanked by our second husbands. And in my case, because they knew how much of a spanking I can take, it was long, it involved his hand, a paddle, a tawse and a belt. My ass was glowing red, very sore. As were the others to some degree, the amount of spanking only varying because of how much of a spanking their asses can take. These spankings were one final bit of the men taking ownership of us.

And then, with raw and sore asses, very demure from our punishments, very submissive once again, there was time for a final quick group fuck before we had to go, one final taking by our second husbands. Anna’s asshole was ruthlessly fucked by my husband, whilst (at the start at least) Anna masturbated me. Rose, after finger fucking Helen, received another non-cumming sodomy session from Helen’s husband. Tanya’s husband fucked and came loads in Helen’s cunt. Rose’s husband did ass-to-mouth on me, whilst Helen’s husband followed suit and did ass-to-mouth on Rose, having been masturbating her for a while before he got his cock involved. And once we had all cum, men and women, us women were given our flimsy short summer dresses and loaded into the car, all cummed out.

On the way home, as a final piece of free-use, Helen spent ten minutes at a time with a man’s cock in her mouth, each having a turn, including my husband in laybys. She wasn’t trying to get them hard or make them cum, just to keep their cocks enrobed by her mouth as an act of subservience, of love and of thanks. She did three lots of ten minutes each, and that just got us home. Her jaw ached, her cunt and asshole were overused, and she had absolutely the best weekend ever.

And as they got out of the car, Helen made herself available for free-use on the chat group. Now her real unplanned free-use began.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Three)

23 June 2026 / / 3 Comments

We each felt very owned. By our second husbands. Even for lunch, we sat on our second husband’s lap, their cocks pushed into our cunts, not fucking, just existing, just being penetrated, just being filled. That’s why Helen and I had their cocks in our mouths whilst the other women were preparing food, to get the cocks hard enough to penetrate our cunts whilst we ate.

For most of lunch, Rose’s husband was firmly gripping one of my tits. I cut up his food to enable him to eat with just a fork in the other hand. The other women did the same. The whole lunch was lovely, a regular sort of chatty lunch you’d have with friends, between couples, only in this case, each man had their cock in another man’s wife’s cunt whilst they did it, each woman had a tit being gripped by a man that was not their husband. But it all felt so natural, so normal, so right.

After lunch, with their cocks still buried in our cunts, the men started talking about the night just gone, talking about our fuckings, our bodies, our orgasms, like we weren’t there. It felt quite demeaning at times, being discussed like we were elsewhere. There was so much intensity, so much sex, so many orgasms, so much connection, so much subservience, so much ownership. And this was only the beginning.

Then, it was the women’s turn, and everyone pretty much felt the same. Connected. Owned. By the intensity and relentlessness. In a community where all the women here were regularly fucked by all the men, it was hard to get that connection and ownership. But they managed it, and it was so overwhelming.

It was clear that the men wanted the second wives thing to be far more intense than the women expected, but now we felt it. We had already each got a far stronger bond with our second husbands than before (even Anna) and we were only half way through the bonding weekend.

At the natural end of the discussion, we were prepared for an afternoon out, firstly each wife licking their husband’s face clean of their second wives’ squirt and girl cum, an example of the wife being subservient to the second wife. The men quickly took a shower to clean up, and each woman was bent over the kitchen sink, her armpits were washed, and her hanging tits were subjected to a long totally unnecessary cycle of soapings and rinsings. Below the waist was messy, sticky, cummy and totally untouched by water. Our armpits and tits were thoroughly dried with towels, and then each of us had to bend over again to have a well-lubed butt plug inserted.

And very quickly, we realised these weren’t just regular butt plugs. Firstly, they were quite large, larger than the comfortable ones we each usually wore out and about, stretching our thoroughly overused assholes, but secondly, and most importantly, there was a weight inside the plug, a heavy ball-bearing that rolled around in the casing of the plug, each one of our movements caused it to slide, twisting and pulling on the plug from the inside.

Every single one of us women was well used to going out and about with a butt plug, but not one that would cause movement, give our assholes a workout from the inside. Our assholes were in for a long afternoon. And we were under instructions. We couldn’t take them out, no matter what. Only the men could do that.

So, with clean tits and armpits, with messy cunts and assholes, and with sizeable butt plugs with ball bearings inserted, we were dressed in only a sundress and shoes, and taken to the van. Then, as we were loaded into the van, our second husbands applied a clit clamp tightly to our poor abused clits. They were really squashing our clits, and with the movements in the butt plug, this afternoon would be a challenge. Far from being a few hours off, we would be very much sexually used throughout our afternoon of shopping in the city, whilst the men did something manly. Not sure what.

We women kissed a lot whilst we were around the city centre and had quick gropes of each other’s tits and asses, following instructions to make sure our nipples were kept hard and enormous, to make sure they were always on display through our dresses. But our cunts were left alone, left to recover for a few hours, messy and dripping a little as we were without the protection panties could have offered. Our clits, being viciously clamped, suffered, but kept us sexually on edge. Our assholes didn’t get a break either, being filled, stretched even for hours, the plug constantly moving as we walked, the ball bearing constantly shifting, a slightly uncomfortable reminder of our submissiveness, of our ownership, of our free-use. Still, it was lovely to have a break from actual fucking, for we all knew we’d be back at it that night.

When we returned to the van, the butt plugs were each removed, re-lubed and inserted into a different woman’s asshole. This was done slightly roughly. Because they could.

So, re-plugged, we were kissed and our tits mauled by our second husbands, our nipples once again worked to keep them hard and visible, and then we went to a different restaurant from the previous night.

Different restaurant, same table arrangement, same kissing, making out and masturbation arrangements, only this time, we were plugged as well and our clits were still clamped.

After the meal and back at the cottage, clits relieved at being freed from the clamps, assholes being released from the trauma of the ball bearing butt plug and whilst the rest of us women sat with our tits proud and our legs wide showing off our totally messy cunts, the men focussed on new girl Helen again.

Helen was laid on the table, ass slightly hanging off the edge of the table. Anna sat on her face (facing down her body) with her messy cunt pressed over Helen’s mouth, and grabbing on to Helen’s tits for support. Helen started licking, whilst her legs were bent back at the waist and being held by her shoulders (but wide of Anna) by Rose and Tanya, and my husband, his cock having been lubed by me, entered Helen’s freshly lubed asshole, and started fucking, slower but speeding up, his cock growing and getting harder, all the while he was kissing his second wife and gripping and pulling on her tits.

But before any of them came, they swapped people, another second couple taking over, a different cock this time in Helen’s cunt, a different cunt for Helen to lick, different women holding her feet and lubing the cock and asshole where needed. Again and again this happened, again and again they stopped before someone came. Then, at times, the dirty cock was inserted in her cunt, whilst everything else remained the same. Sometimes even, the cock started in her asshole, then switched to her cunt immediately. Helen didn’t care. She was overwhelmed, she was so not in control, and she was loving it.

This went on for hours. As the clocks started approaching eleven, the men decided to start cumming, two in her asshole (my husband and Anna’s), one with a dirty cock in her cunt (Rose’s) and then, for the pièce de résistance, where Helen was allowed to cum, her second husband (Tanya’s) was ploughing into her asshole, her husband then climbed onto her body, pushed his ass back into Tanya’s husband’s body, and then inserted his cock into her cunt. Helen’s first DP, completed with Rose, Helen’s husband’s second wife, having her cunt pushed over Helen’s mouth, Rose kissing her second husband and occasionally Helen’s. And they fucked until they came, all of them, even Rose. It was wonderful to watch, us women sitting in the arms of our second husbands, being gently masturbated as we watched.

All us women were so tired, and so it was time to head off with our second husbands in the bed arrangement from the previous day, but our second husbands still wanted to fuck, so fuck some more we did. Such is the life of a submissive.

But before we did, there was a small matter to clear up from the previous day. Rose and I both came without permission during our overnight ownership, and our second husbands both decided we needed a small, symbolic, proper punishment, to enforce our second husband’s ownership. I’ll be honest, it’s hard to punish subs like me and Rose, women who love being spanked, women who love having things like tawses and belts used on our asses. But they found something that really felt like a punishment. A riding crop (a real horse one) applied eight times in quick succession to each nipple and eight in quick succession to the clit, square on, fast, painful. Not enough to bruise, but enough for us to take heed, enough as a warning to the others, who were seated on their second husband’s lap as the audience, the second husband’s arms round their waist and semi-hard cocks in their cunts.

Rose and I drew lots. Rose went first. She stood, hands behind her head, and one at a time, her second husband picked up a tit (with a hand underneath it) and crisply, quickly, smacked the nipple with the head of the crop, eight times. By the time her second nipple received its eight, she was crying.

She was then arranged on the edge of the table, leant back with feet spread wide and placed up on chairs, giving him the perfect angle, giving him a lovely spread view. He made her use his fingers to clear her clit’s only protection, to reveal it by spreading her lips, and then, quickly and crisply in the same manner, he smacked her clit its eight times. Still crying, her face red, he sat down with her on his lap, arms round her waist, semi-hard cock in her cunt, snuggling and nuzzling her, comforting her whilst not touching her throbbing nipples or clit.

And then it was my turn. Hands behind my head, my second husband picked up my poor left tit. The eight strikes were applied quickly, but oh my god, the pain. I’m used to pain from my ass, I thrive on that spanking pain, but this was something else. It felt like a genuine punishment. That’s why we cried. And still crying after my right nipple received its eight, the pain in my nipples slowly turning into a dull throb, I was rearranged to make my clit into the target, my fingers removing its cover, its hardness betraying my arousal. The first crop strike on my clit was painful, the eight quickly and precisely delivered, and still crying, I too was held on his lap, comforted, snuggled and nuzzled with semi-hard cock in my cunt whilst my nipples and clit were left alone to their pain.

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