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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.

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part One)

5 September 2026 / / 8 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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