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Lunch At Lorraine’s

14 November 2026 / / 0 Comments

We knocked on Lorraine’s door again, just over a month after we had planned. We had arranged a lunch for a couple of days after our group sex session down south, but my husband decided we should go home instead, because of my sub drop and how broken I was. The lunch was then rearranged for after the end of Pegtember, and by lunch, I mean fucking. I suspected the only things being eaten over the next few hours were the men’s warm cum and the women’s cunts and asses. Lorraine, the president of the sex group we’d joined, was elegant and polished, and very cute when she was ruined and when she had all the elegance fucked out of her. She was my husband’s number two at the party, but Sara’s husband had her number one, so he got to ruin her that night. Mind you, my husband made a big impression on Gail, and on Lorraine as she watched.

Lorraine’s husband was my number two selection too, and I loved the way he manhandled his woman like she was a rag doll, pulling her body to exactly where he wanted it, to maximise the impact of his hard penetrating cock. I was looking forward to him doing the same to me.

I was wearing one of my favourite fifties style short dresses, nothing underneath, but hair tied up with a pair of Sara’s panties. Lorraine was in a knee length skirt and almost see through blouse, her tits unleashed under the blouse, her nipples like bullets pressing into the fabric. Slightly less elegant, slightly more expectant slut.

She led us through to the patio, where her husband was naked already, lying on a sun-lounger reading a book. He put it down and smiled as I walked in, and I walked over to him, his fingers ushering me a little closer, so his hand could slide up the rear of my thigh and up under my skirt to one of my ass cheeks, which he took a good firm grip of. There is something very naughty about having social small talk with someone who had a grip on your naked ass cheek even before they said Hello.

Under the watchful eyes of Lorraine and my husband, my husband standing slightly behind Lorraine with both hands active groping her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her skirt, groping her tits under the quickly unbuttoned blouse or rubbing her cunt through the skirt, I soon dropped to my knees, had my dress straps dropped off my shoulders to reveal my 34H tits, and guided by Lorraine’s husband’s hand, I leant in to take his cock in my mouth, slow deliberate nodding of my mouth onto his cock, whilst gently cupping and squeezing his balls, him holding my head and pulling on my hair a little to keep me in rhythm. His cock grew steadily, more in length than in girth, and eventually, his glans started nudging the back of my throat. I was maintaining eye contact as much as possible, and I saw the sparkle in his eyes and I saw the fun, as he pulled my head onto his rock hard cock, impaling my throat with his glans, making me struggle a little to breathe, and as he held it deep, my body started flailing, until he pulled my head off his cock.

I gasped for breath, but realising where this might go, I took a big breath, and he pushed my head back down, his cock again pushing into my throat, a few millimetres further than last time. I had breath, so I sucked on his cock, making him stroke my hair tenderly with the hand not holding it in place, making him call me a Good Girl. My ass was in the air and I felt a pair of hands moving my thighs apart giving Lorraine and my husband a perfect view of my cunt and ass. I then felt four fingers pushing past my cunt lips, so gentle, not fucking it, just penetrating, just feeling its moistness, feeling its stickiness, and I felt a thumb resting on my ass pucker, not pushing in, just resting.

And it took longer for me to run out of breath, longer to make my limbs flail, and as they did, the fingers in my cunt and thumb on my ass pucker turned into a hold, a grip, keeping my lower body more in position, as he left it longer to pull me off his cock, and then we repeated, a little deeper and a little longer, time and time again, the fingers in my cunt and on my asshole relaxing when I wasn’t flailing and tightening when I was. At one point, I heard Lorraine say just how slick and sticky my cunt was, and how it was getting stickier all the time. I assumed it was her fingers.

The last couple of times, he waited until I coughed against his cock, an involuntary squeezing against his glans. He Good Girled me all the way, and the last time, when I was gasping for breath, wheezing as I tried to get oxygen, he got off the lounger, arranged me on the lounger so my nose was pressed against the seat where his ass was, his hands were tightly gripping my hips and he ploughed that long cock into my slick on-so-ready cunt, almost immediately, his glans was nudging against my cervix with every stroke.

My brain was weird, foggy, my breathing was still very hard and laboured, and his perfect rhythm and him almost instantaneously finding where my cunt needed to be rubbed to force me to cum, brought a heavy orgasm, one he didn’t even break rhythm to acknowledge, and then I was off. I had no fight, my savaged throat saw to that, I didn’t see it coming, and yet, he had me exactly where he wanted me. I was that rag doll. My husband said, in my defeated and defenceless state, he ripped twelve orgasms out of me. Twelve. And when he came, there was so much cum, delivered so deeply, forcibly squirted against my cervix.

And when he was done, he scooped me up, carried me into the lounge and seated me in his arms, loving me, caring for me and positioning me to see his wife get, and I quote “The brutal sodomy she absolutely deserves.”

And first she was on her knees, sucking my husband’s cock, getting it to hardness ready to penetrate her. She’d lost her blouse whilst her husband was fucking me, so her xxx tits were swinging freely as she gave him that warm-up blow job. And then, he turned her against the wall and unzipped her skirt, sliding it to the floor. Unusually for her, she was wearing panties, a cute tiny fluorescent pink thong, which she explained she was wearing for him, so he could take them home for his collection. She’d been wearing them since the party finished, getting them juicy and fragrant for him. Oh, so she was making notes when I was talking to her!

She needed a small step to get her asshole to the right height, so she stood on that, and he pulled the thong aside, parted her ass cheeks and started working lube into her asshole. She’d been ruthlessly ass fucked by Sara’s husband at the party, and then she saw my husband’s wall fuck of Gail’s asshole, and she knew she needed that done to her. Not wanted, needed.

My husband made her say what she needed, made her beg to have her asshole totally destroyed. As she begged that, her husband started gently masturbating my cunt again. I don’t think he could help himself, he was so excited at what her body was about to have done to it. He told my husband to “utterly destroy her asshole, to make her his bitch”, and given how her hips moved to his fingers, he said she already was.

Pinning her against the wall with his arm, he used his hand to guide his puffy glans to her ass pucker. Pushing gently, he told her he was so looking forward to stretching her tight little asshole with his huge hard cock, and with that, her eager asshole sucked his glans right in. He said that showed how eager she was, how ready she was, and he called her a Good Girl. She smiled broadly, but that was soon wiped off by a look of determination on her mouth and surprise in her eyes at how big his cock was, and how easily her asshole took it. She knew what was coming, she saw the level of ordeal Gail took, and she wanted more. She has a very greedy asshole, but this time, her brain was probably greedier.

I came. My brain is still a bit all over the place, and I was so focussed on Lorraine’s asshole and my husband’s hard and punishing cock, that I didn’t see my own orgasm coming. I looked up at her husband and he looked down and smiled, before we both looked back at his wife, her noise level getting louder as my husband started his full length strokes, all whilst her husband was still fingering my cunt, his fingers messy with his own cum mixed with my cunt juices. I knew there would be more orgasms for me, whilst he watched his wife get a hard, unyielding ass fuck, or two.

Now, my husband usually liked doing the wall fuck after cumming already, but I knew his plan. He was going to fuck her ass hard, make himself cum, pull out and make her suck his cum and her own ass taste off his cock, and then, when he was ready to go, he was going to fuck her ass again. The warm up to her wall sodomy was more wall sodomy. He was going to give her that long, hard ass fuck pressed against the wall, after he’d already done it once. She had no idea. I was so looking forward to this.

She was already gasping at how his cock was growing, and she was feeling every millimetre of each and every one of his drives, she was feeling her body, her tits and hips mostly, rubbing against the wall with each stroke. Her cries got louder as my husband pushed his cock deep into her ass with every stroke. Gail was right, you felt every millimetre of a hard and very excited cock as it drove deep into her asshole. Nothing had prepared Lorraine for how deep every single drive felt. And his rhythm was perfect, his penetrations relentless.

And then, she heard his whisper. This was warm up. He’d fill her asshole with him, she’d suck his dirty cock clean and then back to life, and then, he’d do her main wall fuck. If she thought this was overwhelming, the main one would so much longer, so much harder, so unforgiving. And then, he slammed hard in, his ass cheeks flexing, his cock spewing loads of cum into her eager ravaged asshole.

And like a Good Girl, as soon as he unpinned her, she dropped to her knees and sucked her ass taste off his cock, retaining good eye contact as she did so, and then, eagerly, as if wanting her second sodomy session to start quickly, she worked his cock back to life, back to hardness, back to being ready to skewer her asshole.

When it was ready, she didn’t need telling, retaking her position against the wall, and with only a quick squirt of lube (her asshole was well lubed and filled with his cum), he nudged his glans to her pucker, and then in a steady push, he inserted it all the way in. Pinned by his cock, he pinned her body by his arm, and then started fucking, slightly faster and harder than before, slamming a little, but still keeping perfect rhythm. Every stroke rubbed her tits against the slightly rough wall, which only heightened the feeling of his cock filling her asshole, and the fact there was nothing soft to diminish the force, the size and strength of each stroke.

And it was overwhelming. Every single thing in life disappeared from her mind, her mind solely focussing on the sodomy, the drive, the filling, the rhythm, the relentlessness. She didn’t notice her own orgasms each time she came, so powerful was that cock in her asshole. She came over and over, as I did watching this wonderful, powerful lady become the slave to a cock buried in her asshole.

On and on it went. Perfect rhythm making seconds turn into minutes, turning time into a blur, making her cumming turn into a regular ignorable occurrence. Her husband saw any ounce of resistance drain away, as the invader in her asshole slammed again and again. He loved watching her get fucked helpless, and as he pointed out, my husband had been in her asshole longer than anyone else ever had, and he wasn’t done. His capacity for sodomising a poor defenceless female asshole is amazing, and there was no way poor Lorraine was about so stop him having her asshole for as long as he wanted.

I saw him start to slow his strokes down, normally a sign he was nearing cumming, and as he slowed, he slammed harder, made her scream louder as she came again and again. His face showed he was about to cum, and he was dragging empty cunt orgasms out of her, and when he thrust in for the final time, his ass muscles flinched, his cum shot into her asshole again and again, and then, he held her against the wall, his shrinking cock still inside her asshole, her tits still pinned against the rough wall.

As he pulled her off the wall, she collapsed into his arms, totally drained, cummed out, her tits red from the sandpaper effect of the wall. And she was so very happy. Her smile filled the room.

They sat opposite us, Lorraine snuggling my husband as hers was snuggling me. She was barely able to speak, she was so exhausted, so cummed out, and so so happy. Her first words to my husband were “Magnificent fuck.” He was quite smug. To be honest, so was I, because I normally get his cock in my ass every single day, and I get a wall fuck like that every couple of weeks. A wife benefit!

Aftercare When I Needed It

9 November 2026 / / 4 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part Two)

5 November 2026 / / 2 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pegtember: The Final Stretch (Update 7)

31 October 2026 / / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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