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

30 September 2026 / / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part Two)

6 May 2026 /

It was Helen and her husband’s first day of free-use, but it was also our first day officially with our second husbands and their new rights over us women. It was decided that the first evening would be about us being claimed as second wives, as well as every man getting to their first fucks with Helen before the evening was out. It was her baptism of fire. It would be a lot of fucking for her, and then we would retire with our second husbands, for their overnight ownership and use.

But before then, we had to eat and we were seated in a restaurant, at a circular table only just big enough to seat the ten of us. Each man had his wife on his right, and his second wife on his left. And the restaurant was busy, so we couldn’t be outrageous. However, the women each made out with each of the men either side of them, alternating as and when, kissing, tongues, and getting covered tits squeezed and played with, and whilst they were making out with one man, the other was masturbating them whilst kissing the woman the other side of him. The women came, god did we cum, but we had to be quiet and discreet, not wanting to draw attention, although the overwhelming smell of female orgasms emanating from our corner of the room was a bit of a giveaway. Silent cumming is hard, and I think all our bodies shook more because we were holding the sound in.

And so, with the men having cummy hands, and the women leaking cum from their slick cunts, we ate, and the food was good. More masturbation and making out before dessert, and we left before coffee, so desperate were the women for cock, and we were so messy between our legs that dignity was holding on by a thread.

The van hadn’t been moving long, heading back to the cottage, and Anna’s husband couldn’t wait any more, so he bent Helen over, her head resting on Tanya’s lap, her tits dragging across Rose’s lap, and I wanked his cock a little to get him hard, before he ploughed in. I viewed it as her first proper unorchestrated free-use. And it was a hard fuck. He wasn’t hitting the spot for her, wasn’t building her orgasm, but Tanya told her whilst he was doing it that it was entirely deliberate, and she would cum when he was good and ready. This was free-use as its best, and he wanted a long fuck. What she wanted didn’t count. She started to understand. This was about him. She was inconsequential. She was used. She was nothing, and the centre of attention at the same time. Free-use is a head fuck at times.

To make it even more of a head fuck, her tits were soon being pawed and groped (by me and Tanya) and Rose’s husband put a drool gag on her, my drool gag, her husband’s idea to emphasise who is in control, as Helen doesn’t like drool and slobber. The poor girl was clearly overwhelmed, but Anna’s husband kept ploughing on, and Tanya and I kept working her tits, as the men’s plan to break her in to free-use was going well.

As we pulled into the village the cottage was near, Anna’s husband adjusted his position to make her start building to orgasm, to make that rubbing count. Just as we pulled on to the drive, Helen started to scream, her cries muffled by the gag, which was already making her drool all over herself and Tanya’s lap.

The van stopped and my husband, who was driving turned round just in time to see her cum really hard, milked by Anna’s husband’s cock and a hand on her clit.

She had no time to recover from that hard orgasm before we unloaded her from the van, her cunt and ass still revealed by her skirt being over her waist, and only once we got her inside did we remove the drool gag. Her husband was right, she didn’t like it, but she realised, once again, that her opinion didn’t matter and the men would do what they wanted. She knew the drool gag would make a reappearance, and she knew she’d have to endure it. It was a good life lesson in free-use. And later, she secretly admitted to me that although she hated it, she was thoroughly turned on by it. Betrayed by her body. And it won’t be the last time.

Rose’s husband, my second husband, was next to fuck Helen, next to claim her body with free-use. He lay her face up on the patio table, had Tanya and Anna hold her feet up over her head, ankles wide apart to reveal her cunt, and then he wanked her for a bit, fucked her with a dildo for a bit and then, after I hardened his cock up in my mouth, he ploughed into her cunt and fucked her hard, her tits snapping back and forth as he drove in, her feet held in place to keep her bent double and opened up for his cock. She was very exposed and the centre of attention as my second husband made her cum three times before he did. After her second cumming, he ushered me across, put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me in to his face, kissing me hard, and then telling me I was next, and he wouldn’t be so gentle. I told him to bring it on. He smiled and called me a Good Girl, before slamming into poor Helen’s cunt harder. I wished he was fucking me then, not her, but I knew I was next for that wonderful cock of his.

When she came for the third time, and her cunt clamping made him cum, over and over, there was one man left to claim her, my husband, and he announced he was planning to do exactly what I expected him to do. He’s got a thing about his first fuck with a woman being her asshole rather than her cunt, and here was a perfect opportunity.

But before he could get started, Anna’s and Helen’s husbands had a surprise for my husband. Helen’s husband presented his wife with her tiniest pair of panties, a miniscule black lacy thong which happened to be her favourite pair she ever owned. Anna’s husband told her to put them on, so that my husband can fuck her whilst she is wearing them. Helen had commented to Anna’s husband about how she didn’t want to be the only woman in the free-use group without her signed panties from the first time they fucked in my husband’s collection. This solved the issue, he’d get his signed panties.

Once Helen put the panties on, everyone (men and women) took turns to masturbate her, making her cum a number of times into those panties, Tanya’s husband even made her squirt a bit, something she previously hasn’t done much of, all into her tiny panties. Once they were sopping enough, my husband got Tanya and Anna to pull Helen’s feet further over and wider apart than they had been for Rose’s husband, lifting her ass off the table and exposing it more.

My husband moved her panties aside to expose her ass pucker and beautiful dripping cunt (although the panties weren’t really big enough to cover anything), he put a small pillow under her lower back to make her comfortable, and then spent a while just looking, drinking in her exposure, really emphasising the exposure in her head, her tiny panties moved aside, and trash talking to her about how pretty her starfish was and how he was going to destroy it. You could see her nipples get even bigger, you could see her clit break cover from its hood, the signs her body was turned on, and as he started lubing her asshole, Rose started wanking and lubing his cock. The lubing seemed to take for ever, making her wait, making her asshole wait, until she felt his glans press against her asshole.

Helen was a seasoned anal slut, so in no time, her asshole sucked his glans in, welcoming its invader with some moans from Helen. Rose applied a bit more lube and my husband pushed in, steady but firm, and in no time was balls deep in her asshole. And then he started a firm, steady rhythm, fully in, to out up to the glans, then fully in again, firm slowly turning into slams. He got huge, she got loud, neither of them showed any signs of cumming. Rose relubed over and over, as Helen’s anal ordeal lasted nearly an hour, nearly an hour of rhythmic pounds, until they both came, Helen from anal penetration alone.

My husband removed Helen’s panties, roughly and demeaningly wiping her cunt with her tiny panties, and then pocketed them. He’d get her to sign them later, but for now, they were both happy that Helen’s panties would be up there with the rest of them.

Helen was exhausted, happy, claimed by all four men. She’d been cunt fucked and ass fucked, Carla’s big dildo and my drool gag was used on her too. It was quite a night, and it was not yet over, as the men all had to claim their second wives for the night, with each of us being the exclusive property of our second husbands, to be used as they wanted. Even though we were exhausted, and pretty cummed out, we knew we’d get used, we knew we’d be made to cum yet again. Helen’s free-use education continues.

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