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Pegtember: The Final Stretch (Update 7)

31 October 2026 / / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pegtember: Harsh Alien Sodomy (Update 6)

8 October 2026 / / 0 Comments

My husband’s asshole had taken the first bit of the alien, a brutish toy that would be a challenge for any asshole, and I have found my husband studying it a few times, almost in awe that we are trying to get his asshole to take it. All. And it will, I’m sure, by the end of Pegtember.

It was all a matter of training, and every single session would have a stint of ass training, and every single session, he would take more than the time before, until it was all in, and then we would speed up slowly, until we get to full power and full length fuckings. His asshole is such a slut.

Wed (23rd) started with him sodomising me, and Anna and Carla coming to give him the spitting and drooling analingus. I went to the pub with Carla for a drink and some backroom fucking, whilst Anna was sodomised by my husband, and Anna played with the alien too, teasing him slightly about using it on him tonight.

And after a hard day’s work, full of stress, he needed a long pegging session to calm him down, to de-stress his brain and to focus him on the pegging and the feminisation. Anna and Laura joined me for his prolonged warm up, about ten minutes with other dildos, and an hours hard pegging with the tentacle, and then, the alien, me first again, getting him to the second nobble fairly quickly, and then slowly, with steady even pressure, pushing the brute further in. It got to the third nobble, and his breathing was heavy, his pucker was getting stretched, far wider than the early part of the alien. I paused, Laura stroked his hair to comfort him, and Anna told him, in soothing tones, what a good asshole he had, and how she was sure he’d take more tonight. Laura agreed, and I started pushing gently in again, the nobble stretching his pucker, before his pucker snapped smaller again as the nobble passed through. His breath caught in his throat, but his breathing recovered and I pushed gently on.

The main girth, ignoring the nobbles, was getting larger, every millimetre in came with several more millimetres girth. He was biting his lower lip each time I pushed in, so Laura got something out for him, a sealed bag containing dripping panties, panties that had been stuffed in both hers and Victoria’s cunts, panties they had both masturbated on, a lot, panties dripping in their collective cum, and she pushed them into his mouth, giving him something to suck on, something to chew on, something to distract him from the ordeal his asshole and pucker were being subjected to.

And it worked. I got it to the fourth nobble, then pushed the nobble through, and then stopped, with Laura still comforting him and Anna playing with his caged cock. That is where I was aiming for, but both Anna and I were looking at his alien-penetrated asshole, at his discomfort and thought I ought to push on a bit further. Laura started nuzzling him, quick pecks on the lips as Anna sprayed lube round the alien and I started pushing in again. Laura could taste hers and Vicki’s cunt juices on his lips, as the panties were still giving, but he did gasp for breath and I pushed it in again. I was a few millimetres from the fifth nobble, when his hips started moving, a sign he was uncomfortable. I stopped, and in soothing loving tones, I told him I needed his asshole to take just a couple more millimetres for me, just to the next nobble. Laura said his eyes were moist, but he nodded to continue, and I delicately pushed on again. His asshole had to last, and this was training.

And the last few millimetres to the fifth nobble caused him to draw breath through the tasty panties, and when I stopped that was it for new penetration that night. I held it in there to allow him to get used to it, and to prepare for what he knew comes next, some low speed fucking to that point. Because of the girth differential, I decided to start with just small strokes, keeping the largest part of the alien through his pucker, initially not taking the nobbles, just a few millimetres of small fuck.

Anna took over from Laura by his face, kissing him, tasting Laura and Vicki’s cunt juices from his mouth, stroking his hair, being comforting, whilst Laura just held his cock cage and watching the alien intently as it slid that few millimetres in and out, as I was holding his ass cheeks open to get the best view of the brutal penetration as my hips moved that few millimetres.

Anna reached under his body and took hold of his cock cage whilst still looking after his face and hair, still kissing him, and Laura then took over spreading his ass cheeks, so I could lube again in preparation for longer strokes. As I started rocking my hips again, Anna started kissing him, proper tongues kisses, her tongue interacting with Laura’s panties as well as his mouth, and as he kissed her back, I pulled the nobble out and went down to the next one, and then pushed back in to where I started from. Whilst he gasped a little at the nobbles flicking his pucker, it seemed easier at a faster speed. I did those slow steady strokes for a bit, and then pulled another nobble out, meaning he had two nobbled flick with each drive in and out. Anna felt his caged cock move as his cock tried to harden against the cage. She stroked his hair and comforted him as I sped up the strokes, and then, I went all the way, removing the alien to almost the tip, before pushing back in to the nobble he had taken, slow, steady, with a perfect view and Laura was still holding his cheeks open. Laura told me I had done over a hundred strokes, and I thought that was enough. Laura and Anna didn’t, they both wanted a turn.

Laura started, having been watching me, and replicated what I did, slow, firm, and soon was going as far as I did and as quickly. Anna watched and counted Laura’s strokes, as I snuggled my husband’s face and held his caged cock. And when Laura got to her hundred, they swapped, and Anna did a hundred too. My husband took 300 slow strokes up to four nobbles deep. He should be very proud of his asshole.

And after we finished, it was Anna’s turn to snuggle him, and Laura and I went off to Anna’s place to fuck. (Anna’s husband was fucking Tanya, Tanya’s husband was away).

Thu (24th) and Anna and Ella provided his dribbling analingus, and Stacey and Paula provided the pegging, cock cage in place, a pink frilly thong to move aside and fuck through, and a very very short black PVC skirt, one belonging to our friend Di, one she bought for her husband to ogle and fuck her in, one that is now too large for her, as she has shaped up over the last few years. As is now standard, a few strokes with smaller dildos, a long long stint with the tentacle, and then, the alien, and this time, I got it to the fourth nobble quite easily, then repeating the method of the night before, and Paula providing dripping fragrant panties belonging to her daughter Abi, retrieved from her bedroom floor after a female friend stayed the night. My husband took up to the fifth nobble in slow deliberate strokes, taking the nobble with moist eyes, but calm because of Paula stroking his hair and kissing him. Now, it got wider quickly, and the final nobble, well it was two really and then it would be all the way in.

I kept pushing, a millimetre at a time, as he yelped a bit and sucked hard on Paula’s daughter Abi’s panties. He had me stop, just to allow his asshole to get used to the level of stretching, and then I carried on, all the time Stacey wanking on the cage, making his cock suffer as much as his asshole was. He was a few millimetres off the final nobble, and his yelps and distress made me stop. Each of the women inspected where to fuck to, and then, I gave him a hundred strokes, as yesterday, starting short and ending full length, and then Paula and then Stacey gave him a hundred strokes too. He was so close to getting it all in, but that last stretch, especially over the nobbles, would be huge.

Paula stayed with him to love and care for him, whilst I went and got my asshole fucked by Stacey’s boyfriend, and Stacey went to get fucked by Helen’s husband, as her boyfriend sodomised Helen the night before.

Fri (25th) and it is really starting to feel like the home straight now. Only six days left, only a few millimetres of the alien left, and my husband kept Di’s PVC skirt on for most of Friday. Me, I was free-use fucked for most of the day, four cunt fucks, four ass fucks and bred, twice. Paula, Stacey and Ella all did the sloppy rimming. My husband was on video calls wearing the skirt, Ella under his desk masturbating him and sucking the cum from his cock, as I was getting fucked over and over downstairs.

That night, his pegging was long and harsh. Carla, Helen and a late call-up for Ella, as I was exhausted and still being free-used as we were preparing to peg him. They had the French Maid outfit, and were liberally spanking him throughout the pegging, which resulted in Carla getting the alien in to the last nobble, but not including it, and then all three fucked him to that point a hundred strokes each. His spanking was a hundred strokes too. Ella liked symmetry.

And Ella liked giving him aftercare, sucking his cock clear of all his cum, being the big spoon with the tentacle on her harness being buried in his asshole and her thighs and waist being strapped to his, her tits pressing against his back, her hand over his body stroking his released cock. Helen went to be bred by the two farm hands, and I had a night with Carla, when what I needed was to sleep and be cuddled, and what I got was a hard vicious fuck from her fucking machine.

Sat (26th) saw my husband do two doses of Submissive Sodomy on Ella, separated by Ella and Stacey’s sloppy soothing analingus on him, ending up with a very emotional and loving Ella. Rose’s husband and then Helen’s husband did Submissive Sodomy on me, separated by them both doing sloppy soothing analingus on me, soothing my asshole ravaged by the fucking machine, and the first cock of the day. I tried to rest during the day, but what with being free-used, and my excitement that tonight, I might get the alien the whole way in, I really didn’t get any rest.

And as this was our last Saturday Party, we had a bumper list of peggers. Laura, Victoria, Paula, Ella and Stacey, the dripping panties were provided by Victoria (her juices added to by a couple of the girls at her workplace), the cock cage was in place, the schoolgirl outfit was deployed, as were Ella and Stacey’s, I told my husband he was in for over two hours of pegging, ninety minutes with the tentacle, and then, the piece de resistance, a full half hour with the alien. I think he was shocked. I nuzzled him and kissed him as Victoria got up to speed with the tentacle. The girls swapped regularly to keep themselves fresh. He had no such luxury, and once his ninety minutes with the tentacle was up, Laura starting with the alien, fucking as far as we had before, up to the final nobble. She knew she was warm up. She knew what I wanted to do.

As Laura passed the alien to me, Vicki dropped to her knees, nuzzled his face, tasted her own and workmates juices on his mouth, and reassured him he was in good hands. I started strokes, full length up the final nobble, getting up speed, and one time, just pushed that little bit further, made him yell as the nobble popped through his pucker, and Vicki soothed him as he calmed down, the alien all the way in, the harness pushed against his ass cheeks. He was crying just a tad, and Vicki and the others congratulated and comforted him, and I began fucking his asshole again, this time, going all the way in and out each time. As I was speeding up fucking him, Laura took over at his face, as Vicki removed the cock cage and had his cock in her mouth, just existing, a little light sucking, swallowing the shots of cum that the strokes were depositing in her mouth.

I did a hundred of the full length, the others did fifty. That was enough. That was probably too many, but he took them. He always took them, no matter how much his asshole was moaning. And as Paula did the tentacle in his ass big spoon snuggling of him, as a reward, Laura and Victoria fucked in his eyeline, followed by Ella and Stacey. And Paula snuggled him all night, and Laura and Vicki pegged me. They called it payback, for him. My asshole was sore, but I came and came. I guess I deserved that, for all I’ve put my husband’s asshole through. Still, it is the final week now, he had already taken the whole alien, and now, it was just a matter of speeding up the fucking.

Influences and Progress

29 April 2020 /

I was genuinely concerned that I had permanently lost my desire for sex. Whilst I was ill, I had sex primarily because I wanted to feel close to my husband and Victoria and to make them happy. Normally I want sex for my own sake as well, for the penetration, for the genital contact and for the orgasms.

My husband did his bit to help my desire return by wearing his suit much more than usual. He’s a respectable senior manager and he looks fucking gorgeous in a suit. When he comes in from work wearing it, my cunt usually moistens up immediately and I have a desperate need for him to fuck me whilst wearing it. I’m glad we bought a machine washable suit, as it would become expensive to keep having it dry cleaned. Even though I was feeling like shit, I still needed his cock in my cunt whilst wearing the suit, so it got me having more sex than I might otherwise have done. Cunning, and brilliant that he found a way that worked.

As I’ve recovered, I’ve got my desire back with a vengeance; in particular, Vicki has really got me hooked on having my cunt licked, which is interesting as less than a few years ago (before meeting Olivia on holiday), I really didn’t like it being licked that much.

Vicki’s tongue is amazing: so gymnastic, so flexible, so strong, and so long. It always feels like she is digging her way into my soul, rather than merely licking my cunt. My husband has a great tongue and uses it well, but it has nothing on Vicki’s. I guess it is because she knows what works well on her own cunt, and therefore does that to mine. That, together with the agility of her tongue, makes for an utterly mind-blowing and deeply probing cunnilingus session. Vicki has had a lot more lesbian experience than I have; sure, I’ve been with a good number of women before and I’ve had and given some wonderful orgasms, but Vicki is much more about the experience, the whole package, the love making; “The Vicki Fuck Experience” I call it (she said I make her sound like a theme park ride, and what a ride she is!).

Whilst I was feeling down and melancholic, I was thinking about how fragile sexual desire is. Up until that point, I had always wanted sex and had always found sex when I needed it. In morale terms, it was absolutely crushing to not want sex. I forced myself to do some stuff, a lot of anal for my husband to enjoy and a lot of cunnilingus for Victoria to enjoy. At the time of each act, I did enjoy myself, but for some reason there was no connecting that enjoyment to desire.

When I was at my lowest, I thought a lot about all the people that helped me to get here. Obviously, my husband and I (and now Vicki) encourage each other, and he has been positive not judgemental when I’ve made “disgusting” suggestions, and I don’t think I have suggested anything that we haven’t tried.

But there are others who had a big influence on where I’ve ended up.

The first was my sexual education teacher at school. I was only fourteen, and here was this beautiful young woman teaching a load of girls about relationships and sex. She was body positive and sex positive, telling us about female empowerment and how women should enjoy sex too and how to go about making sex what we want or need. My family always treated sex as if it was disgusting, yet here was a positive role model teaching us how to enjoy sex. Here was somebody strong, sassy, sexy and eloquent, and she almost instantly became a role model to me.

I still have the book she gave us in the classes. Amongst the advice was to never trim or shave your pubes as they have an important function to perform. Our teacher did a really good job of selling this to us; we didn’t find out until just after leaving school that she began the day of that particular class with trimmed pubes and ended the day (in an act of rebellion) with her cunt totally waxed. She was my hero and my inspiration.

I still remember the key bits of advice that she gave us. Never say no when you mean yes, masturbate frequently to build up your stamina, and always wear your panties on top of your suspenders to aid a quick fuck. Three important pieces of advice, and I suspect that isn’t quite what the government had in mind.

A few years later, the latter piece of advice became useful, as I realised that tights brought on cystitis, and just what a cock magnet stockings were. The men I encountered loved fucking me with my stockings on, a love of sex whilst clothed that is still going strong today.

Getting my panties off wasn’t a problem; finding them or remembering to look for them was quite a challenge. I lost count of the number of pairs of panties I left in unfortunate places. My favourite was I left a pair drying on a radiator in an Indian restaurant; I didn’t have the nerve to go back and ask for them.

My boyfriend of the time was always taking them off me at parties, mostly to masturbate me, and when I looked for them later, they had gone. Someone had a nice present, but my bank balance was stretched with having to keep buying new ones. It really wouldn’t have surprised me if he was selling them to his mates. He was ultimately an abuser who I saw for what he was and dumped, but he was an important influence in that he took sexual activity out of the bedroom and into the public arena, something my husband has built on.

The next person who influenced me was a girl at college called Di. We were flat mates who quickly descended into lesbian friends with benefits. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but we found our way through trial and error. We ended up most nights snogging, cuddling, and masturbating each other, and she taught me how to really let go when I orgasmed, as before her, I was rather quiet and reserved. I would love to have a session with her now, as I have come on leaps and bounds as a lesbian lover.

My final influence is a guy I knew about a decade after Di, and someone I have mentioned before. He has a condition that makes him between male and female (in that he has a small but functioning cock and decent sized breasts). He presents as male because his wife and soulmate didn’t want to be a lesbian, but he was amazing with me with encouragement and advice, about who I am as a person, about sexuality and getting what sex I want, and not following convention. He taught me a lot about gender identity and presentation, about being bi and pan, about how wanting and craving sex and going to get it is a good thing, and he introduced me to a whole community of interesting people, a community my husband and I are still very much involved in today.

I have been very lucky to have a lot of good influences on my development into my kinky self, and into a person who is able to talk about and support others who have made non-mainstream choices. After all, that is what this blog is really about – being the sexual animal you want to be, not the one society expects you to be.

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