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Pegtember: Tiny Skirts, Women’s Panties and Massive Dildos (Update 1)

6 September 2026 / / 7 Comments

We interrupt the normal posting schedule for our first Pegtember update. Five days in, and my husband’s ass has already been pegged for nearly eight hours in total. The general consensus of the girls is they want to average over an hour a day, with more than two hours on a Saturday, or Party Night as were calling it. That’s a really harsh amount for his asshole to take, I mean each pegging hour is harder on the asshole than an hour of anal by cock just because the materials involved are not natural and are more rigid, but he’s done it so far. It’s my birthday present and he always does his best to give me what I want. Which is why I asked him for another (late) Birthday Present, a fantasy tentacle dildo. To use on his asshole. He bought it immediately, obviously. Should arrive any day now.

Tuesday (1st) started with him finding the Pegtember box in his office and coming downstairs wearing delightful women’s pink satin crotchless panties, completely failing to contain his cock, and waving some stockings around. Quite simply, if I wanted him to wear stockings, he’d have to have his legs being waxed. Fabulous idea, and it felt like a real step forward. I asked on the group chat if anyone had waxing strips, but Stacey suggested I call the village mobile beauty therapist Tasha, who does a lot of emergency work. Initially, she said no, but when I mentioned it was the next step in my husband’s feminisation, she said she’d be round in minutes.

When she arrived, he was wearing only a standard man’s t-shirt and the women’s pink satin crotchless panties, and nothing more. She had him stand and removed the panties, so she could inspect what she had to do. He was, of course, cleared of hair in the “boy shorts” area by electrolysis some years ago, so her waxing task was straight forward. Something Tasha always does to make customers calmer is to slip her skirt and panties off to match their nakedness with hers. So, naked from the waist down, she cracked on immediately, and was about halfway done when Laura and Victoria arrived. Given Tasha knew what was going on, and was half naked, Laura and Vicki took their tops off and changed into their teeny skirts and strap-on harnesses, loaded with the first dildos, appearing just as Tasha was finishing his legs off and checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Her checking included his cock and balls (a few times), and over his ass cheeks and down his ass crack, none of which she actually waxed. I took this as a cue to ask her if she wanted to stay for the pegging, and she said she could only stay a bit.

Laura, Vicki and Tasha quickly got him dressed for the pegging. Laura put on his white stockings and suspenders, taking great joy in how they slipped so easily up his perfectly smooth legs, Tasha put back on to him the pink satin crotchless panties she removed earlier (thus ensuring his panties were over his suspenders, as they should be for any Good Girl), and Vicki put on to him his obscenely short tartan skirt and thin white girly blouse. This was a schoolgirl outfit, that would only be improved if he had tits.

He was bent over the arm of the sofa, into the position we were going to peg him in, and Laura parted his ass cheeks, displaying his pucker for the first time, whilst I lubed his asshole, lavish amounts, including pushing it deep with my fingers. Then, in a degrading piece of symbolism I know he loves, I drooled onto his asshole, rubbing it in. Laura and Vicki each spat on his pucker and rubbed it in, and even Tasha drooled on his asshole and rubbed it in. She looked so cute, being bottomless and rubbing her drool into his pucker. She had a beautiful cunt and ass, and was totally hairless from the waist down, as you might expect from someone who waxes for a living.

Well, Laura and Vicki were insatiable. They fucked his asshole so hard, all while a bottomless Tasha was watching, and when I let her out, I invited her to come back another day and take part. She started to say no, and then instead went for maybe. Laura and Vicki carried on until his asshole was well stretched, well ready for me and the largest dildo he can take all of at full speed, a 9 inch long 7½ inch circumference realistic looking cock with big weighty balls that slam into his body on each stroke. I am training his asshole to take a larger one, and I’m not far off getting there. I’d use that larger one the next day, but I wanted his first pegging to be all full speed, full power and full length. I think what made Laura and Vicki fuck him that hard, apart from the excitement, was that schoolgirl outfit, and in particular the women’s pink satin crotchless panties. He looked so sexy with his cock escaping from panties not made for it, and with the tiny skirt flipped up to show his ass, our usual position. Laura and in particular Vicki had wanted him to wear a skirt and panties for pegging for so long, and each and every dildo was inserted through the gap and he was fucked very very hard.

Wednesday (2nd) started with me licking his asshole, a simple piece of aftercare that we agreed beforehand, twenty minutes of sloppy analingus to soothe his misused asshole, including quite a lot of spitting and drooling on his asshole, something he finds invigorating, but quite degrading. I don’t want to overdo the spitting and drooling, but it will be a part of every pegging and every rimming, he loves it that much, he loves the degradation, and his asshole does need to be soothed. I checked he was OK with what happened, every element, and that he enjoyed himself. He thoroughly did. Only 29 more peggings to go.

The evenings peggers were Carla and late replacement Paula, who came in as Anna had to be away for the night. Paula had never pegged anyone before, so she had some lessons from Carla and me, and she soon got in the swing of it. And this day was his first wearing the Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug. I have to admit I nearly came helping Carla to put it on him, lubing his urethra and inserting the long stainless steel cumstopper. He is used to sounding, but normally him doing it, not someone else. The rod was snug, as it was meant to be, and he was struggling before even one peg occurred. We put an obscenely short skirt and a teeny virginal white thong on him, cotton but so small his cage would never be contained, and then Carla spanked and paddled him a few dozen times, before Paula moved the thong aside to lube his asshole. Much lubing and finger penetration later, and we all three spat on his asshole before Paula pushed in the dildo. It was her first ever pegging session, and she really got in the hang of a hard pegging quite quickly, really fucking his asshole vigorously and mercilessly. Carla went next, Paula had another go, and then Carla ended up with the huge dildo I ended the session with the previous day. That is because I was deploying his latest nemesis, one he couldn’t take all the way, one I was training him for, and one I was determined he’d be able to take soon, well before the end of Pegtember. This is a 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter brute, again realistic, but this time, the balls are large, heavy and move independently of the dildo like real balls do. Like all the other dildos, I made him suck it first, and lubed it in front of him, as Paula relubed his asshole. I normally ask him during training how far he wanted me to go, but not today. I told him he was going to this take more and further in than he ever had before. Saying the size really emphasised what was about to invade his asshole, and his cock did move, although was severely restricted by the cage.

I was very gentle, pushing it in, all the time talking to him about what a Good Girl he was, and how much he had taken. I reached the point where he yelped last time, and he hadn’t, so I pulled back out and pushed in again a little further, until he yelped. I stopped, stroked his hair and told him how proud I was, and how he only needed to take a little more, and then I withdrew and pushed in again, again pushing a little further than before. He yelped again, and Carla said he was so close, and a good cock caged girly like him could take the last half inch of length, and I pulled out and pushed back in again, this time ignoring his yelp mere millimetres from being all the way in. He felt the balls touch his ass and he knew. I held it all the way in as Paula praised and kissed him and Carla played with his cock cage, and then I pulled out and pushed all the way in again. He didn’t yelp. Again, Paula kissed him and Carla played with his balls as I did stroke after stroke, all gentle, but pushing all the way in, with a brief pause before pulling out again. This wasn’t yet a hard slamming ass fuck, but it would be soon.

I was doing stroke after stroke until Carla stopped me, with the dildo buried all the way, and she kissed him and told him he’d had fifty full penetrations with this monster, and did he want to end with a couple of dozen slightly faster ones. He was sweating, and just nodded. So I started, slightly faster, a slight slam at the end, and his grunting was showing the effect. And he managed all 24, and I felt that was enough for the day. Carla removed the cock cage and then gave him a blow job until he came in her mouth, something she shared with Paula and me.

The next day, Thursday (3rd), I did the twenty minute aftercare rimming and drooling session right after he gave me my morning Submissive Sodomy, and the evening peggers were Laura and Ella, Ella too not being experienced at pegging. We made him wear the cock cage and a tiny mesh florescent pink thong, which again didn’t handle the cage, and the blouse, but no skirt. Laura gets up some speed with pegging, and Ella, being young and energetic, wasn’t far behind. There was lots of slamming before, inevitably, I donned the 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter again, starting slowly, but fully in after only four strokes, a few more slower ones, and then the bulk of the strokes at the fastest pace from yesterday. Ella and Laura were alternating between encouraging him and watching the brute impale him. When I thought I was well past 50 strokes, I stopped, pressing the dildo into his asshole, and asked him if he wanted faster. As if he was going to say no, I told Ella to count the 24, and I set about slamming the dildo into his asshole harder. If I’m honest, I wasn’t far off full speed, and his asshole took it. Sometimes, I’m amazed what his asshole can take. Clearly his cock suffered in the cage, and his asshole was really stretched, so after his asshole was emptied, I cuddled him and said how amazing he was whilst Ella sucked his cock clear of cum, again her sharing it with Laura and me.

Friday (4th) saw Ella pop in to do the rimming, with us both doing the spitting and drooling, and I did a quick check-in with him after that. The evening was a cage free one with him cumming a load all over the place whilst being pegged. The white cotton virginal thong was back, as were Carla and Victoria, and it was a first outing for the French Maid’s outfit. I was fairly broken, from a whole day of free-use as the only woman available all day, so I just watched as Vicki and Carla swapped, until Carla ended up with the brute, and she only did a couple of warm up strokes before slamming in hard. He yelped and, she slapped his ass, telling him to not be a wimp and to take this monster like a girl. He was almost in tears, but he took every stroke, every slam and his cock in such a mess. Vicki had to clean him up, whilst Carla told him how much she enjoyed doing that to him, but I’d slam even harder tomorrow. I wasn’t sure I could manage that, but I’d give it a try.

Saturday (5th) saw Carla do the sloppy analingus, and the evening we decided was Pegging Party Night, his asshole being the centre of attention. The twist here was that as someone stopped pegging him, he had to lick her asshole whilst his asshole was lubed for the next dildo, and with every change of pegger, that person would degrade him a little by spitting or drooling on his asshole and rubbing it in before pushing the dildo in. On duty were Laura, Victoria, Paula, Stacey and me. It was Stacey’s first experience pegging a man, and she had been wrecked by him earlier in the day, a four hour fucking session where she came so so much. He had the bright pink crotchless women’s bikini panties on, and his cock poked out of the waistband, meaning his cum sprayed all over his belly as we pegged him. I did my best at full speed slamming with the monster, and Stacey had a go too. What have we unleashed in this girl? He took the hard slams with the monster easier than the day before, meaning he was getting used to it. He needed to because the tentacle is even bigger. His asshole was being fucked for over 2½ hours, and as soon as everyone left, I got to be big spoon, giving him some love after his ordeal. It’s only day 5. 25 to go. His asshole simply had to manage.

I’ll do another update in a good few days. The first five days were hard on his asshole, and there was much degradation, but it will get harder as his asshole is used up more. I do have to say though he has thoroughly enjoyed it so far, he’s cum so much, he’s loved wearing the panties and women’s clothes, he’s loved the demeaning spitting, drooling and language and he loves the cock cage, particularly the rod down his urethra. And remember, this is MY birthday present. My mind is working on what his birthday present might be……

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.

Paying His Debt (Part Two)

19 August 2026 / / 8 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paying His Debt (Part One)

8 August 2026 / / 9 Comments

It hadn’t taken long for Stacey to be naked, bent over the kitchen worktop and for her cunt to be penetrated from behind by my husband’s hardening meaty cock. As his nudges turned into pushes which turned into slams, his cock continued to hardened and lengthen, and he was rubbing inside her cunt perfectly. He knew what he was doing.

It was only a few minutes before that Stacey walked through the village wearing just a summery dress, white with yellow flowers, and bright yellow shoes. She just had a little cheap mascara on, no bra, so her 32H tits were hanging free, caged only by the thin fabric of the dress, but youth kept them in an appealing shape and her pronounced nipples were very visible. No panties as well, so the breeze was gently caressing her lips and ass as she walked, and risking blowing her dress up and showing the village her naked cunt and ass. She loved airing her cunt, and she loved the danger of a unpredictable breeze, and our discussion last night about being pantyless 24/7 had certainly set some thoughts going in her head.

But she was walking across the village to pay the debt her boyfriend owed for me allowing him to fuck my asshole the previous night. She was walking across the village to get herself fucked. That makes it sound like she was under duress, that she didn’t want to be fucked. She did. She absolutely did, and all this had all fallen beautifully for her.

She was oohing and aahing as his perfect rhythm had her cunt’s full attention, his cock already filling her cunt, which was already building an orgasm, already craving that flooding release. She had guessed that as soon as she got to my house, my husband would quickly relieve her of both her bra and panties. He already had her teeny tiny red thong from their first fuck, and she guessed she wasn’t going to get that back, so she didn’t want to give him any more underwear. Her cunt yes, her bra and panties no. Added to that, she always gets extra horny when she’s out and about not wearing underwear, not that she needed to be more horny.

She was well up for this fuck, her second fuck with my husband, her second fuck after the beach-style one under her dress with her boyfriend in the room in the pub the night before. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but ever since she started fucking, she had a thing about more mature cock, about men who knew how to pleasure a woman properly whilst fucking them hard. In her experience, mature men knew how to fuck her perfectly deep and long, to make her legs not able to hold her own weight, how to properly ruin a girl, and whenever she fucked, she wanted to be completely and utterly ruined, and nothing says ruined like streaked mascara.

And being only 18, she was so keen to get more fuck experiences with more mature men, to get ruined by more mature men. I’m not sure my husband will like the “mature” label, but he is, literally, old enough to be her father, but he likes nubile young flesh and she likes mature cock, so it was a perfect match. Just the fact she was going to get fucked by someone a fair bit older had her dripping at the thought, that beach-style fuck the previous day was heaven, so she couldn’t wait for what he would do to her when he was unleashed and uninhibited. So as well as wanting to pay her boyfriend’s debt off, as well as wanting to be well fucked by this mature man, she wanted to be perfectly slutty for him. And ruined by him, always that.

And in moments, she was naked, in minutes he’d groped her tits and then bent her over the worktop in a matter of fact way, and pushed his cock in. Before he left the pub the previous night, he whispered to her that he owned her cunt until she had totally repaid the debt, and in those few moments, he proved it, he just filled the cunt that he temporarily owned. He just moved her as he wanted and penetrated her as he wanted. No niceties, he just did what he liked. And she loved it.

She had let herself in to our house, as instructed, and she found my husband in the kitchen, preparing vegetables for dinner. They smiled at each other, leant in for a kiss that very quickly turned into a frenzied full face tongues snog, and when that broke, he removed her dress, lifting the bottom hem and taking the whole thing off over her head. Discarding it onto the floor, he took in every drop of her naked body, her twirling to show him her ass before completing the circle and facing him again, tits heaving as she breathed. He reached forwards and took a 32H tit in each hand, caressing it and using his thumbs to trace her nipples. He told her she looked beautiful and after a while, put one hand to her ass to hold her in place and the other to her cunt, to see how ready to fuck she was. She was almost dripping. If she had rubbed her cunt on some fabric, she would have left a trail.

It was that almost dripping that made him just plough his cock right into her cunt, confident it would just slip in on her stickiness. It did, her cunt happily accepting his hardening cock without any warm up, her horniness was enough.

Before he did that though, without washing his hands, he carried on with his vegetables, and asked her about her history of being fucked, about how she lost her virginity, about how she took the deal for paying for her husband’s ass fucks with her cunt so easily.

She snuggled up behind him as she answered, with one hand round his waist and the other to his cock, gently rubbing it through his shorts. She told him lost her virginity to one of her father’s friends. She’d been repeatedly fucked by most of her father’s friends over a few months, and he didn’t know. Her mother did, which is why she took Stacey to have a Mirena coil fitted, and her consenting was important because the men needed it to legally fuck her. Her mother called it “being practical”. Stacey just happily rode cock after cock, drained the cum from cock after cock, had them spurting into her cunt over and over. It’s where her love of sex with older men started. Like mother like daughter, Stacey found out her mother was also fucked by the same group of friends, and had been repeatedly for years and years. She still is. She loves it as much as her daughter. Her father doesn’t know that either.

Stacey still fucks them all at times, I mean a girl has needs, but she does love her boyfriend, which is why this payment fucking is ideal, because she has to be fucked because he fucks someone else. A perfect arrangement for her.

A perfect arrangement that meant right now, her cunt was repeatedly filled by a more experienced cock, a chubby, hard, long cock, a challenging cock.

My husband was her tenth all time cock, and the other nine all repeatedly fuck her. It almost sounded like she was pleading, and my husband just smiled and asked if she was begging to repeatedly be his slut? She had a big smile, wide eyes, and over-excitedly announced yes, yes! He told her if she was a good fuck, if she lived up to being called a slut, if he enjoyed fucking her, then he would committed to repeatedly fucking her, and of course, her having to pay for her boyfriend’s ass fucks was just a big glorious excuse to get herself fucked by some mature, sexually well versed and experienced people.

My husband’s cock grew with her tender rubs, and she stopped long enough to drop his shorts to the kitchen floor, before recommencing rubbing directly on his cock. Once he was very hard, he manoeuvred her round to be bent over the kitchen worktop, he moved her feet apart with his feet, and he lined his glans up with her dripping cunt, and just pushed it between her lips and fully into her cunt with tender strokes, eventually driving in as far in as he could and driving her body up off the worktop.

His hand pushed her back down and held her in place as he started fucking, slam after slam, split by only leaving his glans in her cunt. Each stroke was rubbing inside her cunt, the ease with which he controlled and tormented her cunt was shocking to her, her focus totally on what his cock was doing to her poor innocent cunt. It was raw and quite emotional, and quite simply a damned hard good fuck. She felt an orgasm quickly arriving, as she was so hyped up and horny.

She almost came on the spot from him telling her she had several hours of fucking to go before her debt was paid, so she’d better start cumming like the slut she is, like the Good Girl she is. He dragged an orgasm out of her quite quickly, and then ignored her quivering and shaking, and carrying on fucking her whilst she came, whilst she was at the emotional peak, whilst she craved comfort, but all she had was more hard unrelenting fucking.

And pinned down to the kitchen worktop, he just made her cum to his will, his cock hard, enormous but showing no sign of cumming, whilst it rubbed inside her cunt, tormenting the inner parts of her clit, using that rubbing to extract more and more cum out of her.

Her squeezes were in vain, his cock not giving in so easily. In the end, well after her strength ebbed away, well after her ability to hold back an orgasm had long left her, well after she’d given up trying to force him to cum, his cock twitched, and then spewed load after load of his cum deep inter her well fucked cunt. When he was done, he hauled her body off the worktop and grabbed a tit in each hand, groping, squeezing and twisting them from behind like he owned them. They ended up quite tender, quite sensitive and well gripped. Only when he let them go did he pin her back down and feed his cum from her cunt into her eager mouth, one finger full at a time, her mouth tasting the rewards of her hard, deep fuck.

And once her cunt was cleared, they snuggled on the sofa and talked, him lightly masturbating her cunt the entire time, not vigorous, but gentle, and harsh enough to feel its effects, in juxtaposition to getting the comfort she craved. Boy, he was good, and she knew there was much more to cum.

Free Use 2.0 (Part Two)

19 July 2026 / / 8 Comments

Poppy’s asshole was being thoroughly lubed by my husband, spending longer on the task than he often did. I mean, sometimes for submissive sodomy, he deliberately under-lubes to really emphasise our submission. But not this time, he was deliberate, methodical, precise, thorough, and Rose stepped forward to lube his cock whilst he was paying minute attention to Poppy’s asshole.

And with his cock reasonably hard, he nudged his glans at her asshole, briefly pushing at it, then releasing. Rose stroked her hair and told her to take his cock in her asshole like the slut she really is, and in that moment, his glans popped through Poppy’s pucker. She sucked air in as if in shock, her sucking in as much air as her asshole sucked in his cock, but Rose told her she was a Good Girl and Good Girls get their assholes properly skewered, properly penetrated. Still stroking Poppy’s hair, Rose watched as my husband pushed in little by little, Poppy gasping as he pushed in and gasping as he grew.

And as my husband’s cock grew, Rose reminded Poppy just how many cocks would fuck her asshole over this weekend, just how many growing throbbing cumming cocks would fill and stretch her asshole. Poppy was still gasping, scared at the prospect of all those ass fucks, yet still reassured by her friend’s stroking, her asshole still filled by a rapidly hardening cock, and then she felt his balls on her ass cheeks. He was all the way in, and my god she felt full. Her asshole had never been so full. She was almost sobbing, yet did nothing to stop the ass fuck. She knew if she didn’t take it, this would all be over, her taking Rose’s place over the summer would be all over, and she couldn’t have that.

And then he drew out a little and pushed back in. Still deliberate, still slow, still careful. Poppy had seen Rose and Helen earlier have proper full speed hard slamming ass fucks, and that is why she was a tad scared, why she was almost sobbing. She knew he’d get to that with her asshole. Gentle would only get her so far. But she was that Good Girl they spoke about. She’d take it. Even if she was a crying wreck, even if it hurt, she’d take it.

Of course, she was already past the worst part, the entry, and that only stung just a little. That was fine. He pushed against her body, lifting her body off the work surface to ensure he was all the way in. Her eyes got a little moist, she gritted her teeth and started accepting more regular strokes, firm strokes, even slams as he drove in and then pulled out.

Rose never stopped stroking her hair, never stopped reassuring her, as my husband speeded up strokes and slammed in more and more. Her mascara was starting to run now, but we all knew that meant it was a good ass fuck. Her make-up would be wrecked at the end of this, just like her asshole. At least that’s what we told her, and with moist eyes, she looked over her shoulder at my husband and told him to slam harder, to get bigger, to go faster, to fuck her asshole like it was his last, to give her a chance to prove she was a Good Girl.

Rose stepped away from her hair to re-lube my husband’s cock whilst still fucking, as he grabbed a couple of handfuls of Poppy’s long blonde hair and almost used it to pull her asshole onto his cock. Poppy was a little teary now, but egging him on and he slammed hard, fast, long, deep.

And then, in an instant, all signs of tears disappeared, and her face was one of shock, one of amazement, and we all guessed what it meant, she could feel an orgasm start to build. With nothing touching her cunt, an orgasm was swelling. On reflex, I said she was about to cum, and my husband, with a big grin on his face, kept an impeccable rhythm, rubbing the inside of her asshole with his glans until she came, a hard, long, loud orgasm, which made no difference to him at all.

He didn’t slow pace, didn’t even acknowledge her orgasm at all. For the first time, she felt strangely both irrelevant and the centre of things. She’d get used to that eventually. Once she had finished shuddering with that orgasm, he lifted her body off the work surface by her tits, and twisting them, using them to ensure each plough was as deep as possible. For she knew, like he did, that he was struggling to hold on, and her trash-talking mouth only reduced the time he could fend off the inevitable.

And with her squeezing down on his cock with her asshole, he didn’t last much longer, her suddenly feeling squirt after squirt of liquid deposited in her asshole. She’d done it. She’d taken a long hard ass fuck, and Poppy knew it was the first of many, but she felt she showed she was the girl for the job.

With her asshole emptied of cock, she sat down, not clearing her asshole of the mess it was externally, not tidying her mascara up. I went over to her, and told her how beautiful she looked with streaming mascara and I kissed her hard, with tongues, and she kissed hard back. I groped her tits whilst I kissed her and she masturbated me a bit, three fingers penetrating my cunt with each stroke. She really was a Good Girl, she really was getting into this.

As my husband sat down, dirty cock still partly hard, the women started on round three. Nothing for me for a while, as us old hands weren’t to be fucked that much, and my husband drew first in round four, and that was Ella. He’d fucked her before, both cunt and ass, but was looking forward to it again.

Ella was great, so energetic, and so completely uncaring about minor details like his cock was dirty and had just spent ages up Poppy’s ass. She begged for it, her cunt took it, he rode her hard, and given it was his second fuck, he rode her for a long time. She came once, and after milking every drop of cum out of her, he carried on and forced her to cum again, after a long, long dirty cunt fuck, only this time, her clamping down on his cock finished him off.

Poppy was in awe of all the women, just how hard and how long they fucked for, but she was particularly in awe of Rose, her best friend who has become a fuck toy to a whole gaggle of men, and Ella, who fucked like a possessed demon. But Rose pointed out to her that she’d soon enough be a fuck toy too, soon enough be happy to take a dirty cock like Ella, soon enough be used by every man there, and more than once too.

Ella had experience of their fucking, Poppy had none, and yet she was so quickly learning. Helen sat talking to her about it as Tanya licked Poppy’s cunt out and I licked Helen’s. That was learning for Poppy too.

My husband fed Poppy his cock, still dirty from her own asshole, still sticky from Ella’s cum, and Poppy could taste both. Such a head fuck for her.

And then, for her next fuck, Rose’s husband fucked Poppy’s cunt with his dirty cock, dirty from Helen’s asshole. Poppy felt so dirty, so debased, so demeaned, and yet so alive, so sexy, so thoroughly and deservedly fucked.

And for her next fuck, she drew the farm hand, she had her first breeding, and she had nothing like it before. She was feeling quebased and demeaned before that, but he so added to those feelings with his hard yet matter of fact fuck, his milking of her hanging tits, his ignoring of her orgasms, his commentary about her breeding, and his unfeeling, professional manner. She was addicted to being bred, just like I was, and that was a good job, as there was a lot of breeding in her near future, as there was in mine.

These were the first head fucks of many. These were the first ass fucks of many. These were the first dirty cunt fucks of many. Poppy had arrived, and was loving it. Free-use 2.0 was in full swing, and Rose was heading off in a few weeks, so Poppy would be a full time slut then. She couldn’t wait. Neither could we all.

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