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Anal With An Audience (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Two)

28 April 2019 /

As we got back to the patio, the staff were setting a fire in the fire pit. It would probably go sharply chilly in the evening this early in the year, so a late night fuck in the flickering glow and warmth of a natural fire would be enchanting. People were starting to arrange the furniture around the fire to take advantage of it, but we went inside to find the rest of the guests.

We only got as far as the reception, as there was a man bent over the arm of one of the large couches in reception, with another man driving his cock into the first’s eager ass. Hmm, anal would be dreamy right now, perhaps my cunt would have to wait. I left my husband watching and no doubt fantasising about having a real cock filling his asshole, and I nipped off to our locker (which everyone has downstairs as no one has any pockets!) to get our lube and applicators. I wanted to be next one over the arm.

I got back quickly and was able to watch the joy of a cock driving into an asshole and a dangling but reasonably hard cock waggling in time with the drives. My husband wasn’t the only one fantasising – I really wanted to see his semi-erect cock wobbling as a rock hard real cock drives into his asshole (I’ve seen it enough with a silicone cock, and I internally vowed to redouble my efforts to find a friendly cock to fuck him).

The guy on top clearly came, and after a lingering moment cuddling up, he climbed off and the guy on the bottom got up and bowed (the all-male equivalent of the curtsy I assume) for the crowd who were applauding the show.

I stepped forward and bent over the arm of the couch, which was still warm from the previous occupant. My husband used his foot to move my feet apart to lower my ass and to put my cunt on display for the gathered crowd. I then settled my head down onto the couch seat and got myself comfortable, whilst my husband filled the lube applicators with lube.

He knew what he was doing putting my cunt on display like that. I love being displayed, and the fact that the crowd grew, and they were mostly looking directly into my displayed cunt was such a turn on and made it slick. But my poor cunt wasn’t going to get serviced, my asshole was, and my husband gave me the filled applicators to pass back to him when I needed them. Then he started to pour the lube into my ass crack and start to work it into my asshole. This is a well-rehearsed practice, but instead of being behind me so that he can enjoy the view, he was to my left, leaving the view of my asshole and my quivering cunt for the audience.

He is always very deliberate in his lubing operation, but here, he seemed to be taking an unusually long amount of time. I think he was enjoying my cunt being so obviously displayed to the crowd too. Even the receptionist came over for a view.

When he had inserted sufficient lube in my asshole, he began teasing my asshole with his finger, first the end, then more and more, then two fingers, and then he mounted up above me, kneeling on the arm of the couch. As he lined up the end of his cock with my asshole, he nudged it in a few times, waiting for that all important point when I suck the end of his cock in. He took an applicator off me, and inserted it into my asshole and draining it, then he recommenced nudging with his cock, gently pushing his cock head at my pucker. And then it happened, my eager asshole sucked in his head. He began rocking slowly backwards and forwards, gently nudging further and further in and his cock got harder as it rubbed against the tight ring of my asshole. As is often the case, I had to get him to stop, as he was growing quicker than my ass was getting used to him, so I needed to wait for my ass to get accustomed to his size. He took the opportunity to insert more lube alongside his cock. Once I was ready, he began rocking up and down into my ass, and I realised his legs were now outside of mine and that the crowd had a very clear view of my impaled asshole and my cunt. No wonder the crowd was growing, and it wasn’t the only thing!

I don’t always cum from anal, but I was so excited about being displayed in this way that I did cum this time. My orgasm was so powerful that I shrieked the house down, but my asshole was far from done. I knew he would cum, and how he kept growing made me realise that this wasn’t too far away.

He whispered in my ear what a slut I was, and what a greedy asshole I have, and I breathlessly and huskily retorted that he’s an anal queen too, and his asshole takes bigger invasions than mine. That was the dirty talk that did it. I felt that tell-tale final swelling that stretched my asshole enough to make me moan again before I felt him pulse cum into my asshole. That was a big one for him, as sometimes he can carry on again, but not today, I left him shrink out of my very quickly, and when he popped out, I felt him get off and I stood up and curtsied. I was surprised at the size of the applauding crowd, and their faces showed they had a good time watching us.

As the crowd started drifting away, I slumped back onto the couch to recover, my asshole still feeling empty having been so full, as my husband went off to thoroughly clean his cock. That was some fuck. The receptionist, who had gone back to reception came back over again and sat with me. She said that was one of the best fucks she’d seen in some time (and she’d seen a lot).

It was the receptionist that checked us in (her collar revealed that she was called Eva), and she said she was really pleased to see that we had joined in so quickly. It does help that I love showing my cunt and asshole off, so this place is perfect for me. Often, people are shy when they arrive (as the bravado when they book wears off). We had no such problem.

I told Eva that I still had a cunt in need of servicing, but his cock was recovering and would be some time. Then she made a suggestion, which was music to my ears. She also said she’d be in the bar in just over an hour with her boyfriend (who also works there), and she would be getting fucked herself, if we wanted to watch. Why wouldn’t we?  – she was a gorgeous mid-30s woman with dark bobbed hair, a pretty face, long legs, and a hairless cunt, and I would love to watch her being fucked.

My husband arrived back, and I got up, telling Eva we’d see her fuck later, and I told my husband that he was about to service my cunt without using his tired cock and took him towards the bar.

Cake And Cunnilingus Day – April 14th

14 April 2019 /

Ever since I first heard about this day a couple of months ago, I’ve been really looking forward to it. After all, I love cake and I love having my cunt licked. To combine the two sounds divine, all on the same decadent day.

Cake and Cunnilingus Day is a response to the male-centric Steak and a BJ Day (March 14th). My husband and I have observed that in recent years (even though I don’t like steak and I can think of much better things to do with his cock than a blow job, but Steak and a BJ Day is not about me, it is about my husband and his pleasure).

Steak and a BJ Day is in itself a response to Valentine’s Day (February 14th), and all the corporate bullshit and sales opportunities that surround it. We’ve never observed Valentine’s Day, but I decided it would be nice to observe Steak and a BJ Day, as he’s a wonderful man who deserves all the pleasures I can throw at him.

He did express a desire for an equivalent for me, and we were both pleasantly surprised by the existence of Cake and Cunnilingus Day. I know his tongue is up for the challenge, as in our version of Cake and Cunnilingus Day. there is lots of cake, and lots of cunt licking.

On the day before, I made three cakes, a Country Farmhouse cake with sultanas and crunchy sugar on the top, a gooey Chocolate cake with chocolate ganache on the top and cherry jam in the middle, and a traditional Victoria Sponge. That’s a lot of cake to get through (and I decided to be kind and let my husband have some too!)

In our version of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, each time I eat cake, he needs to eat out my cunt. He’s not allowed to stop before I finish my cake, but he can go on afterwards if he wants. I’m not allowed to stop him licking me out once he starts, so he can make me cum if he wants, and he can continue to lick my cunt regardless of how sensitive it becomes (which is sometimes does with a lot of licking). (Remember, this is about me and my pleasure, in the same way that Steak and a BJ Day is about him).

I didn’t get far beyond midnight when I asked him to bring the chocolate cake. He placed a slice on a plate in front of me, then parted my legs and buried his face in between them. As I picked up the cake, he started licking, and had a nice rhythmic stroke up and down my lips with his tongue, occasionally burrowing deeper. I felt my cunt start to tingle in a way that meant I was about to cum, so I slowed down the cake eating. Now realising that I was about to cum, his tongue flick speeded up, and as I came, he buried his tongue deep into my cunt and sucked away at my juices. He saw I had finished off the cake, so he left my cunt and moved up to kiss me. He knows I love the taste of my cunt on his face, so I licked all my juices off his face, before kissing him passionately.

I drifted off to sleep thinking about how much he’d lick my cunt, how many orgasms I’d have, how much cake I’d have, and what a fabulous day this would end up being.

I awoke to him gently licking at my cunt. It is a lovely way to wake up. I looked down at him and smiled as he meticulously explored my lips with his tongue. I looked left to my bedside table, and there was a slice of the farmhouse cake, which I picked up and took a bite. I was in no mood to cut short the licking, as it felt really good. It was about 15 minutes before I finished the cake and he finished licking me. He then lay next to me and I snuggled in his armpit. I was feeling quite soppy and very loved.

My next cunnilingus was about an hour later. I needed a piss, so I had him lying on the floor, I crouched over him with his tongue flicking over my pisshole, and I drained my bladder into his mouth (as we often do, he swallows of course), then he carried on flicking his tongue over my lips and clit, whilst I had a slice of the Victoria sponge. In this position, it feels like he can get his tongue deep inside my cunt, and soon, I began to realise he was going to make me to cum again. I finished the cake just before he did and he got me to the edge of cumming, then held me there, only flicking his tongue across my cunt occasionally, having it buried deep but stationary the rest of the time. He held me on the verge for about 10 minutes before finally allowing me to cum. At least I didn’t have to beg this time!

A further hour on, and I was again squatting over him, this time the other way round, so his eyes were by my ass rather than my cunt, and he was again licking me out. I almost forgot the cake I was so zoned in on the licking, but he reminded me, and I had another slice of the Farmhouse cake.

My next cunt licking was at lunch. We had a light lunch, and for dessert, I slid forward on the chair, so my ass was precariously perched on the edge of the seat. He was under the table on his knees and licking at my cunt, whilst I had some Chocolate cake.

After lunch, he had me dress in a skirt and blouse, and we went for a walk in a secluded spot we know. We usually fuck when we are here, but today, he handed me a piece of Victoria sponge, he leant me backwards against a tree, flicked the front of my skirt up past my waist and he started licking me right there. Being outside and possibly being caught always adds to the arousal, and it was very clear that he was going to make me cum again, due to his unrelenting focus on my clit, with only occasional flicks across the rest of my lips. I take occasional bites of the cake, as I know when he does this, he builds me up for a massive orgasm, and that takes time. As he finally allowed me to cum, he held on to my ass, as he quite rightly guessed that my legs would give way and he’d have to hold me up. I think I yelled to as I came, but I could quickly flick down my skirt as we innocently went back to the car.

His tongue had a couple of hours break after that. It was pretty tired, but I didn’t want to wear it out. Our next cunnilingus was at dinner, like before with him under the table. After another hour, I was on the sofa, and he arrived with my mains-powered wand. He plugged it in, and he told me to get my cunt nice and tasty, and he settled down to watch me make myself cum with my wand. Today was a good day, as I was so aroused, I managed to get a rolling orgasm with it. I know that type of orgasm means my cunt and legs are very messy, and soon after I finished, he handed me more cake, and started licking me out. My poor clit was very sensitive, so his licking had me on the edge between pleasure and pain, but he persisted, and despite us having to slightly shift positions regularly, he licked me out for over an hour.

In no time at all, it was about 10:30, and time for my final cake and cunnilingus of the day. He again gave me the wand, and despite my poor sensitive clit, he told me to make my cunt yummy again. I’ve never managed two rolling orgasm events in one day before, but I did that day, what with his relentless focus on my abused clit, my general level of arousal, and my need for a final piece of that chocolate cake. When my rolling orgasm naturally died down, he took his place between my legs and started with a very gently licking, slowly getting firmer, faster and more probing with his tongue. He was certainly cleaning every drop of my juice from my cunt and was making me generate more to replace it. I reached the point where I’d normally tell him I’d had enough, but not today. I had more cake as he powered through my sensitivity and brought me to one last big orgasm, which he cleaned up with his tongue. Finally, his tongue had enough, and he left contact with my cunt. I sat there with my quivering cunt still on display, as he slumped in a chair and watched me.

We were both exhausted, I’d eaten far too much cake, and his tongue was barely able to function. What a brilliant day. We decided to book next April 14th off work, as we wouldn’t want to waste part of the day not being together. We are definitely doing a full-on cunt and cunnilingus day again next year!

Clothing Is Optional, Fucking Is Not (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part One)

8 April 2019 /

As I’m writing this, I’m sitting naked on a hotel patio in the glorious sunshine on the Atlantic coast of France, sipping a non-alcoholic cocktail. About ten minutes ago, myself, my husband and about a dozen other people were watching a Dutch couple fuck right there on the patio. That is what this place is all about.

I’ve read online about hotels where public sex is allowed, and I wanted to go to one, but really, I wanted one where public sex was expected, not just tolerated. I wanted a holiday that was a feast for the eyes, brain, and soul, as much as a chance for us to fuck in public and for me to indulge in my love of displaying my naughty self.

Finding information about such places online is quite tough. There are a number of hotels in the south of France, but we settled for this one on the west coast. Whilst in theory this place is clothing optional, I haven’t yet seen anyone (other than those who have just arrived) wearing anything more than a hat and sandals. Even the staff are naked – you only know they are staff by the collar they wear with their name and role, and their headgear which is fitting for their role.

This place has an amazing atmosphere. The rules are clear and well enforced, creating a safe environment. Anyone is allowed to watch, but no one is allowed to join in unless invited. No single people are allowed, but parties can include an odd number of people, so we could at some point take Victoria with us. You are expected to fuck publicly here, and if you didn’t, you may be asked to leave (although I would challenge anyone to be surrounded by so much fucking and yet not fuck someone themselves).

But here we are on our second day and we feel totally at home. We’ve already fucked in public six times (and that seems about average from what we’ve seen), and we have done a number of other public sexy things too. We think most of the forty or so people here will have seen us fuck at least once. We’ve seen about twenty other fucks as well as a number of other sexy things. There is a good sprinkle of anal in with the vaginal, and there is a good sprinkle of gay and lesbian sex too, all in a totally relaxed atmosphere. What is really nice is that there is very little alcohol here, as that reduces sexual capability. They have a lovely range of non-alcoholic cocktails, beers, and other drinks, meaning there is something nice for most people.

The hotel is set on a large private site in the middle of nowhere right by the Atlantic coast. It has a lovely private sandy beach with a shallow slope into the sea, allowing opportunities to fuck both in the sea and on the beach. There are some lovely gardens and woodland, for some slightly more secluded outdoor fucking, a big patio complete with outdoor beds, a large pool (again with a shallow end for fucking) and a large Jacuzzi. It isn’t as hot as the south of France (and that’s a good thing for me), and there are plenty of things offering shade for my poor body that is unaccustomed to being naked in the sun.

Indoors, there is a bar, a couple of lounges, a dining room, and an open space in reception, all with the odd bed and other sexual gear for more fucking choice, as well as private rooms where you sleep (with large balconies with glass balustrades and sturdy loungers offering a semi-private outdoor fucking choice).

Our first public fuck was just after we got here. We had been shown to our room, we’d stripped and gone for a walk round the site. We didn’t get far, as there was a couple fucking in the shallow end of the pool. We stopped to join the small crowd watching them – the crowd was lovely and applauded at the end. When they had finished, the woman, an American, curtsied and asked who was next, and a Norwegian couple stepped forward. As she laid in position in the shallow water, I leant into my husband and said we were next, and I watched intently as this muscular blond drove his cock into the cunt of his slim blonde blue-eyed woman. These aren’t long fucks – there is no need to foreplay as most of us are hot and primed all the time.

The Norwegians finished with a curtsy (I thought that wasn’t coincidental, and therefore must be a convention), we stepped forward and I announced this was our first fuck here (to a cheer). I lay in the water and grabbed his cock, which was already hard. I opened my cunt lips for him, and he just drove in. He knew my cunt would be slick from the visual feast that we had seen, and that I was ready to be pounded. It was quick for us, but it felt so good, having water gently lapping round my body and having his hard cock rhythmically drive into my cunt whilst having about 16 people watch us. He quite rightly sensed I was on my way to cumming, so he focussed on that action until I came, before changing to a different action to finish himself off.

We got a lovely round of applause as he helped me up out of the water, and as I too curtsied. No further couple followed us, so we joined three couples at a table to talk over our first of many non-alcoholic cocktails. Our attention was briefly caught by a couple standing at the bar – well he was standing; she was on her knees giving him a long and deep blow job. She’s certainly much more skilled at blow jobs than I am, and his cock was long enough that she needed to deep throat him a little, something she eagerly achieved. We applauded her as she got up and licked her lips (she smiled and did a little curtsy), as we got back to our discussion. That’s how this place is – everyone stops to watch the sexual activity, then carries on afterwards.

After we finished our cocktails, we set off into the woodland and soon heard some moans coming from deep in the woods. We followed the sound and arrived at a couple of people watching a couple fuck. She was bent forwards over a fallen tree with her legs wide apart and he was impaling her cunt from behind with motions that went from almost popping out to right in as hard as possible. She was slightly crying out with each drive, getting louder as she got closer to cumming, and she cried out as she finally came. That was another joy of this place, you could be as noisy as you liked, and she was. He left her bent over the tree, admiring her cummy cunt (as were we all), whilst she recovered enough to be able to curtsy.

I knew that we would return to that place the following day for me to take my place bent over the fallen tree. It is clearly a well-used spot, as there is no bark left on the tree, meaning it is smooth and comfortable to be fucked over. But we were starting to lose the light, so we set off back to the main hotel. It wouldn’t be long before my husband’s cock was ready to fuck again, and I was in the mood for another big audience. I already knew I was in love with this place, and what went on here, and we had only just started.

Two Peggers Are Better Than One (Part Two)

11 March 2019 /

Victoria gently pushed the tip of her strap-on dildo into my husband’s asshole, gently rocking backwards and forwards pushing it in a little further with each rock until the balls were nudging against his ass cheeks. She pulled the cock almost out of his asshole again, and I inserted a lube syringe through his asshole as well, depositing a good supply of lube. Then, with some force, she rammed the dildo all the way in again, making my husband yelp. And so, she began a forceful and unforgiving pegging session. She had much more stamina than me and could therefore repeatedly and rhythmically fuck his asshole with the entire length of the dildo, occasionally stopping to ram in hard against his ass.

Whilst I was watching this relentless assault on his poor defenceless asshole, I slipped my hand down behind my harness to my cunt, pushing three fingers into my cunt and then flicking at my already swollen clit with my thumb. I orgasmed almost immediately and did so several times as I watched the mesmerising display.

After about half an hour, she signalled to me that she needed a break, and to prepare the butt plug. This was a sizeable butt plug, which I lubed up in preparation. With almost military precision, she slipped the cock out of his ass and I jammed the lubed butt plug in. I would usually be more gentle, but this session wasn’t about being gentle.

I got him to change position to kneel on a cushion on the floor and be bent over the foot of the chaise. His ass pointed out and up and formed a fabulous target for our paddle. My husband likes being spanked, but he likes being spanked with the paddle hitting a butt plug even more. This butt plug was large and rigid, so each time we made contact with it (and his ass cheeks), it felt like it was ripping his asshole apart. Victoria and I each did ten strokes contacting the butt plug with the soft side of the paddle, then another ten with the hard side.

Then she re-lubed her strap-on, removed the butt plug and began fucking his asshole again. This was my cue to replace my small strap-on with the monster. He’d selected his next strap-on, but he had no idea that I had bought it. It is important when you get to these sizes to go up in small increments, so his next selection was a PVC model with a 7 inch circumference (3/4 inch larger than Adam) and a nine inch insertable length (up two inches).

Now previously, we have worked up to a new dildo in stages, so I thought he may well not be able to take its whole length (especially at that large a girth), but he will be able to take some of it, which I thought was a good way to mark the anniversary.

Victoria carried on repeating her pattern of vigorous fucking with occasional hard slams, right up until the alarm went off on my watch. It was ten minutes before the time of the challenge, so I finished lubing up the monster and indicated to Victoria I was ready.

She pulled out and clambered off, and I briefly saw the fabulous sight of his asshole gaping. I lined up the massive new cock and started nudging it into his asshole. The cockhead pushed through his pucker quite quickly, but by the time his pucker closed around the shaft, he realised that this was the biggest he had tried yet. I was just rocking a few millimetres backwards and forwards, getting his asshole used to the larger girth of the dildo. I leant over him, giving Victoria an excellent view of the invasion happening, and began whispering in his ear, telling him how large the dildo was, how much he was going to take and how large were the dildos I was looking at that I intended to train his ass to take. Victoria nudged a lube syringe in his asshole as well to add more lube, and I started rocking, pushing it in a little more, still with small movements.

I checked with the clock – five minutes to go. I thought I had a chance of getting it all the way in, although I knew I wouldn’t be able to do hard thrusting until he had had a few more training sessions. I carried on nudging it in, making him yelp as I pushed it further and further in. His asshole really does have an amazing ability to take size and punishment, and he is turning into a girth queen. Victoria announced I was half way in, so I had to pick up the pace. I slightly increased the size of my movements; he was making those noises that could be either pleasure or pain. Just as it got to two minutes to go, he announced that he could feel balls touching his ass cheeks. I stopped rocking and gently held it all the way in, and waited there for a good few seconds, before starting a larger but still gentle out and in motion. As the alarm for the time went off, I was gently withdrawing then inserting about half the length of the dildo, ending up with the balls touching his ass, so it was the full nine inches in.

At some point, I would be able to vigorously peg him with this strap-on dildo, but not today. I stopped with the dildo fully buried in his asshole, and Victoria undid the harness, leaving the harness dangling off the dildo buried in his ass. We left him like that for fifteen minutes; I’ve always felt that leaving the dildo fully in is an important part of training him to be vigorously fucked by it.

After that time, we returned to the room. Victoria lubed up the butt plug, telling him about his last round of spanking for the evening, and when she was ready, I quickly pulled out the strap-on and she jammed in the butt plug, even more roughly than I did.  We then started spanking with the hard side of the paddle, ten each in the up and under position he really likes, then ten each across the butt plug, ten more each up and under and finishing with ten each across the butt plug. His ass was fiery red, and we sat admiring the glow.

Then, we got him up. He was indeed a mess. His groin was covered in cum, as was the bed. I licked it off the bed, Victoria off his legs and stomach, and we shared the clean-up of his cock. There was a lot of cum for him, so we knew he had had a very good time. He was exhausted though, totally burned out. So, all he could manage was to slump in a chair, barely able to keep awake.

Victoria and I were both horny as hell and needed relief, and he was no use, so we had a sofa and we had an audience. What else are two horny girls meant to do? One thing for certain, he didn’t drift off to sleep for quite a while – there was a fantastic show to see!

Two Peggers Are Better Than One (Part One)

1 March 2019 /

I love pegging my husband, but my low energy levels mean I’m not able to do so as often as I’d like, nor for as long as I’d like. He likes realistic looking cocks with balls and wants to be impaled to the point that he feels the balls contacting his ass cheeks as I drive in, so the fuck is quite physically demanding. The longest (by far) that I’ve ever managed is 25 minutes, and I was sure he could take a lot longer. He has a very greedy ass.

I was worried during our challenge last year that I wouldn’t be able to peg him for one particular anniversary in November. It wasn’t in the spirit of the challenge to just have a quick crap pegging with a small dildo – I wanted to peg him properly but felt sure I wasn’t up to it energy-wise. I was talking to Victoria about it a few days before, and she suggested that perhaps we should both peg him, with me doing so with the largest dildo at the desired time, but with her having warmed him up for me. It sounded an ideal solution, and we then got naughty in planning a few other elements to go alongside the pegging my husband knew about.

When he opened the front door coming in from work, he was expecting to be pegged that evening by me. What he saw when he came into the lounge was Victoria and I sitting on the couch, naked apart from harnesses and a cock and balls dildo in each one. Luckily, the harness that doesn’t fit me well fitted Victoria perfectly, so we each had our own harness for the evening. My husband’s face was a picture, and his cock went hard in his trousers. He had no idea Victoria was in the area, let alone would be waiting with a strap on ready to ravage his asshole.

We outlined the expanded plan to him. He would not get to fuck us this evening; he could fuck us both tomorrow. This evening was between us and his ass.

We told him that he was going to be pegged relentlessly by both of us, and in between, there would be the occasional interlude for vigorous spanking of his ass with a butt plug in, to ensure his asshole was still being twisted and worked on even when we weren’t pegging him. We were going to make him cum, make a mess of himself without even touching his cock, and we’d only clean him up when we had finished fucking his asshole.

And if he accepted all this and wanted to begin, he needed to strip and lie face down on the bed for round one. He looked keen to get going, but he said he needed to piss first, so Vicki dropped to her knees, undid his trousers, pulled down his thong and let them drop to the floor, and she eagerly inhaled his cock in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his piss, and once he was finished, she announced that was the last time anyone would touch his cock until we had finished with his asshole.

He stepped out of his trousers and thong and removed the rest of his clothes and went and lay face down on the bed. I was so excited, and given how hard his cock was, he was too. I often joked about trying to destroy his asshole, obviously not literally, although I do feel it needed much more use than it was receiving, but I know how big the toys he wanted to be able to take were, and to get there needed a lot of work. No, it was the language that really got him excited, so to play on that, I held open his ass cheeks and we photographed his pucker, whilst telling him we might destroy his asshole tonight, so we wanted a record before we started. He replied with “Do your best, bitches.” As if we weren’t hot enough as it was, he knew the language to really get us all worked up.

We had already prepared half a dozen lube syringes to get lube deep into his asshole and began with lube poured from the bottle on his pucker. I unloaded the first syringe into his asshole, and begin inserting fingers (first one, then two, then three) working them in and out and adding more lube to prepare him for his first fake cock of the evening. Vicki applied lube to my cock, and I removed my fingers and quickly replaced them with the first inch of my cock. It was the one we always use to start pegging. It isn’t small, but it isn’t large either. It is a fairly basic PVC model, with a 5 inch circumference and a 5 inch insertable length. It is our warm up cock to get his asshole ready for something larger. I gently pushed in and pulled out, slowly increasing the pressure I applied to push my strap-on cock in a little further. Victoria inserted another syringe of lube down the side of my cock as I started getting further in, all the time I was talking about his greedy ass, and after around a minute, the cock was all the way, with the balls resting on his ass cheeks. By this time, I was virtually lying on his back, and Victoria moved our legs apart to get herself a better view.

I started rocking my hips to start a fucking motion, slowly and gently at first, slowly moving my hips more and more until at the furthest out, there was only an inch of cock left in his ass, yet at its deepest was five inches in. I built up the speed, so I was quite vigorously fucking his asshole. Then I stopped whilst fully buried, then changed to a motion that was a quick pull out, followed by a hard full body thrust, slamming my fake balls into his ass. He yelped – he always did the first time this motion was used on a given size of cock. We’d hear that again later, I was sure. I fucked his ass as hard as I could, driving in with each stroke and slamming into his ass cheeks.

I had only been going for a couple of minutes, but I signalled to Victoria to start lubing her strap-on. I didn’t want to waste my energy on a small dildo, when I have a massive one to pound away with, and he was already ready for the next size up. This size is Adam, a 7 inch PleasureSkin dildo with balls. It’s reasonably girthy at a 6.25 inch circumference and a seven inch insertable length. I bought it before he was with me for use on my cunt, and it took a lot of warm up to take it all. His greedy ass swallows it with ease. For a long time, it was the largest dildo he could take. These days, he can usually take larger, but Adam is the one he can always take, and is always our second size of the session.

When she was ready to go, I withdrew and quickly sat in between his legs to get a good view of her impaling him. We wanted to leave his ass empty for as little time as possible, so she inserted a lube syringe to top his asshole up, then lined up ready start inserting. The anniversary time was still over an hour away, but she’s a fit girl is our Vicki, and she thought she could fuck his ass for a long time. I leant back to watch, happy that finally his asshole is going to get the workout it deserved.

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