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Aftercare When I Needed It

9 November 2026 / / 4 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part Two)

5 November 2026 / / 2 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pegtember: 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.

Pegtember: “Schoolgirls”, Listening and Tentacle-Filled Aftercare (Update 4)

24 September 2026 / / 0 Comments

It is half way in our Pegtember challenge, and I was away for work, getting myself copiously fucked in the process. But he was at home, being pegged nightly by a rotating cast of big-titted vixens, who were filming the events and keeping me fully informed.

Wednesday (16th) saw Ella giving him his first sloppy spitting rimming session of the day, but she ended up taking a Submissive Sodomy session first. Poppy gave him his other rimming and then I spoke to him, did a welfare check from afar. He was looking forward to the evening, when Nikki would be there for her first night of pegging, with Ella and Stacey. Nikki wanted the schoolgirl outfit, and she’d brought hers too, as she was enjoying schoolgirl fucks herself at the moment, and she hoped the following day, my husband would fuck her in hers. Ella and Stacey were wearing theirs again, their micro-skirts being as short as Nikki’s. She picked some backless tiny white frilly panties for him, and after Stacey lubed his asshole and Nikki’s dildo, she pushed the dildo in through the panties, pushing at his pucker until it took it. For a warm-up dildo, it was fairly large, and she fucked with enthusiasm and with power. It’s been too long since she’d pegged a man. She went hard.

In between peggings, the “schoolgirls” made out, kissing, masturbating, all within his vision, but without him being able to touch. Sometimes, whilst two of them made out, the other played with his uncaged cock, milking little drops of cum and pre-cum out of him, squeezing and stretching his balls, as he was admonished for reacting to “schoolgirls” fucking, and being spanked for it, before the next pegging began. His cock swollen, his ass red, his asshole sore, but still he carried on, still he loved what he was watching, still he took the punishment his ass and cock was receiving.

But since she arrived, Nikki had been adoring the tentacle, stroking it, playing with this monster, wondering just how his asshole would take that all in, teasing him for his upcoming pegging with it, and he knew Nikki was in awe of it, he knew she’d fuck him ridiculously hard with it, he knew his ass would know she’d used it. And she did, hard for a long time, all the time Ella and Stacey took turns with one kissing him and twisting his nipples whilst the other squeezed his balls and masturbated his cock, somehow managing to extract more little drops of cum and pre-cum.

His cock made a mess, his ass was a mess with all the lube, and after she ran out of steam, Nikki snuggled behind him, arms around his body pulling him tight, his ass still fully impaled by the tentacle, a kind of loving aftercare whilst still having his asshole fully impaled, whilst still being reminded of his filling and her possession. He went to sleep almost immediately, contented.

Thursday (17th) saw him awake still in Nikki’s arms, still impaled by the tentacle. She carefully removed it from his asshole, before removing the harness and giving him a long loving sloppy blow job, preparing his cock, making it hard, making it ready to invade her own asshole, to give her a hard dose of Submissive Sodomy. That he did, driving hard and for a long time, taking his asshole’s discomfort out on hers, all the while denying her an orgasm she so desperately wanted.

Submissive Sodomy certainly worked on her, making her feel so submissive, and yet so loved, and all three “schoolgirls” came back for his aftercare spitting and rimming sessions, they felt he needed three.

And Nikki was still feeling submissive when he ordered her onto her knees, her head on the floor, her tiny schoolgirl skirt flipped up, him holding on to her hips as he drove his cock into her accepting cunt, and he kept her there for ages, not rubbing so she would cum, but filling and emptying, keeping her on edge, until her head started going swimmy from being lower than her body, and still he fucked her, not allowing her head up, not allowing her tits to stop hanging in her face, the swimmy feeling and her submissive feelings keeping her there, keeping her on the end of his cock. She felt her body starting to wobble, but his hands were keeping her cunt where it needed to be. Her body tried to give way, but his hands were holding it firm, and with her cunt being rhythmically fucked, out of nowhere, an orgasm came, a swimmy, woozy orgasm, the woozy feeling completely taking over her emotions and her body, his cock completely taking charge of her orgasms.

Her brain was swimming, her cunt was dripping, filled and another orgasm was on its way, and when it broke, it was dreamy, and she felt another coming. Wave after wave or woozy swimmy orgasm gripped her for some time, him determined to milk her orgasms the way she was cruelly milking his cock the previous night.

She lost all track of reality, her entire world was just cumming in a hazy reality, until she was ripped back to her fuck by his cock throbbing, by him spurting cum deep into her cunt, over and over, hard spurt after hard spurt, and when he was done, he just laid her down and left her, sending Paula in to give her some loving aftercare. Nikki had to recover, as she was due to peg him again that night.

And as well as Nikki and Paula, Anna pegged him, his cock cage in place, his French maid uniform, black and white frilly backless panties, white stockings and suspenders under the panties, repeating the panties up and down dance, as he alternately gets spanked and pegged, them settling on panties down for a spanking, panties up for a pegging through the backless panties. His cock cage was mercilessly played with, his balls squeezed and stretched, his cock twisted a bit, spat on and wanked over the cage, and unsatisfactory wanking that frustrated him more than anything, all the time his asshole taking hard slams from bigger dildo after bigger dildo, and they each gave him more raw, hard tentacle than anyone else before, whilst telling him they were out to destroy his asshole completely. He was crying at the need to cum, but that made the three women just do more tentacle fucking on his asshole, and deployed my cat-o-nine-tails to his ass cheeks, a lot. This was the harshest punishment his cheeks had taken, the longest tentacle session his asshole had taken, and the most distress his cage had caused him.

And at the end of it, when the three women were exhausted, Nikki repeated the tentacle in the asshole hugging aftercare she did the night before. He didn’t drop straight to sleep this time, so she held him tight, keeping the tentacle in, and told him lovely things about how impressive he was and what a good little pegging girl he was. Soothing, loving, whilst Anna and Paula used the cat on each other, then fucking with a double-ended dildo, then the cat again, before splitting, Anna off to be bred by the farm hand, Paula heading for a fucking machine session with Carla.

Friday (18th) and after another Submissive Sodomy session for Nikki, all three women gave him his ass licking spitting aftercare, and as a treat for him, they asked him to use the cat on their ass cheeks again, him repaying them for what they did to his ass the previous night. Then he dropped Nikki off at the station (paid by a Passenger Princess blow job in a lay-by half way there), and then he came to my hotel to pick me up, making me take my skirt off for the journey home, so I was bottomless all the way home, and he collected another Passenger Princess blow job from me when we were nearly home.

And it being a Friday, as soon as I was in the village, I had a constant stream of free-use fucks, hard fucking from men that missed my cunt and asshole, all the while my husband watched, his cock in Ella’s mouth, not a blow job, just a comforting enclosed warmth, just an emotional attachment caused by his cock’s presence in her mouth.

I wanted him to reclaim me, but I knew that wouldn’t happen tonight, so instead, I put him in a black leather micro skirt, black frilly crotchless panties over black stockings and suspenders, and I realised Tasha would need to come back and wax his legs again, hopefully the next day. I also put his cock cage on way too early, playing with his cage cock, telling him how much I needed to be reclaimed, but how out of action his cock was, and how I’d have to deal with that later. I must have played with his caged cock for nearly an hour, interrupted by Tanya’s husband and Rose’s husband fucking me.

His pegging was long, brutal and over half of it was with the tentacle, so much so that I began wondering if we needed something bigger, and quickly too. That was, perhaps, a job for tomorrow, after my reclaim fucks and after Victoria, who was coming to give me a prolonged cunt licking session in my queening chair.

But after that night’s prolonged pegging, I thought I’d try Nikki’s aftercare with the tentacle on my strap-on buried in his asshole. As I snuggled him inside and out, Ella used bondage straps to keep the dildo in him, one strap round my and his left thighs, one around our right and one around our waist. Then, with his inside and out snuggles continuing, Ella drained his uncaged cock and balls, and then wanked his cock until it was a little sore and uncomfortable, all the while saying sweet things to him, until he, and I, drifted off.

Saturday (19th) and he sodomised me, reclaiming my first hole whilst not allowing me to orgasm. That was resolved with Vicki licking me out, making me cum and cum, and when her tongue needed a break, he sodomised her too, and then, me, her and Ella gave him his sloppy rimming aftercare session, with the other two staying to watch him reclaim my second hole, my cunt, with his dirty cock from two assholes, and then Vicki had some lovely mixed cum to lick from my cunt when I was back in my queening chair.

Tasha returned to wax his legs, and she and I fucked, double ended dildos, snogging, playing with tits and clits until we came and came and came, with her caged husband listening on the phone. We ignored him and just let him hear us fucking, and Tasha was part of the Saturday night team, so she trash talked him when we took a break fucking to say how he wouldn’t be able to listen to my husband’s pegging, how my husband would take a far bigger dildo than he could, for far longer than he could and how my husband was a much better girl, a much better wife than he would ever be, and she told him she would empty his balls when she got back, not into her, but straight into the bin, where his pathetic cum belonged. And then, with no niceties, she just hung up. She said he would love it, and be obsessed for the whole night with that she and the rest of us would be doing to my husband’s asshole, and it would take over his mind that I’d be wanking him into the bin. She smiled as she said if he was a good boy tonight, she might let him watch a bull fuck her tomorrow. Might.

And Tasha produced a tiny neon pink thong she had bought with her husband’s credit card for my husband to wear, and she wanted a longer skirt on him, as she wanted the fabric to be collected round his waist, a feeling she loves and wanted him to enjoy. Luckily, I had a longer one for him, and black stockings and suspenders, oh and the cock cage. Tonight was to be another night of discomfort for his wonderful cock, and on this night, he had over 2½ hours of pegging, over 1½ with the tentacle at full speed. There was no spanking, so it was merely a matter of endurance for his asshole, five women switching over and over to keep the pace up with his pegging, five women who ended up using the tentacle as hard and for as long as they could, five women taking every hard ass fuck they’d ever had out on his asshole.

And then, on camera, she uncaged my husband’s cock and gave him a loving, long, lingering blow job, visibly milking every drop of his cum in to her mouth, showing the camera and swallowing. When she got home, she showed it to her husband, before uncaging him, kneeling him in front of the kitchen pedal bin, having him kneel on the foot pedal to open it, slapped his cock round a bit and then just wanked him, not loving, dismissive, uncaring, annoyed even at having to do it, and after every drop of his cum did spray into the bin, she got him up and told him she was having a bull round tomorrow, and if he was a good boy, he could watch. So, wanting to be good, wanting to worship her, he worshipped her tits for a while, and then, after he did a good job there, she let him lick her out, lick her to orgasm after orgasm, until his tongue could do no more. And he went to sleep as little spoon with her gripping his flaccid cock.

As for my husband, Stacey was strapped to him, repeating the penetrating aftercare position I was in yesterday, and Ella stayed in front, milked his cock and gave him more praise. They both stayed with him, they both slept with him. I went to fuck Carla.

Nineteen pegging sessions are completed, there are eleven still to go, and my husband has been pegged for over 29 hours already. He seems to have hit his stride now, being able to take more and more, and he’s wearing the panties and tiny skirts much longer than for the peggings. I think he really likes it. I think he’s enjoying the feminisation.

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part One)

5 September 2026 / / 8 Comments

Lorraine opened her front door and invited us in. She was wearing a black full-length sequinned dress, nothing underneath, deep cleavage and split up to the waist on both sides. She looked absolutely stunning, but she wouldn’t be wearing it for long. Once all the party guests had arrived, and therefore she no longer had to keep answering the front door, she’d be taking the dress off, just like the rest of us, who would already be naked by then.

She leant in and kissed Sara and her husband, and my husband and me, not a welcome peck on the cheek, but about a thirty second on the lips full tongues snog each, a rather lovely way to meet someone for the first time. She handed us a plastic box, and whilst we were still in the hall, with a full length frosted glass window and door behind us, and under Lorraine’s smiling watchful eyes, we had to remove our clothes and put them in the box. This was a party where you had to leave your clothes at the door, and even then, women were limited to arriving in one piece of clothing, the men two. So, as instructed, I was wearing a short blue and white fifties style dress, gathered at the waist, and my husband, his trousers and shirt, and they were folded up and put in a plastic box she had labelled with our names. Sara put her little black dress and her husband’s shirt and trousers into their box. We kept our shoes and I adjusted my hair clip to be higher, with the bundle of hair more playful, and then, as she let us through into the party, she put the boxes in a side room with the others.

We knew no one else here, not even the hostess, and yet, later this evening, Sara and I would be fucking one of the men and one of the women. The men would fuck one of the women, twice, once cunt and once ass, and the woman would be his to masturbate, grope, edge and generally touch the rest of the time, hours of relentless masturbation and bodily contact, only broken up by her fucking one of the women. The rules were very strict, for everyone’s pleasure and enjoyment, as there were a lot of people that needed to fuck, and all the fucks needed to be in sight of the guests.

We had until 9pm to mingle. We were naked, as was everybody else (including Lorraine once everyone had arrived), and we had the run of the downstairs of the house, the patio and the back garden. Until 9pm, nobody was allowed to touch anyone other than you could in polite company. Apart from kissing. Each pair was allowed a single thirty second on the lips full tongues snog (two men would shake hands). There was no sex, but the sexual tension was palpable, and the kissing just hyped things up.

At 9pm, each couple had to decide whether to leave the party, stay and only watch, or stay and get fucked. I mean everyone knew why we were there, but as most of the people there didn’t know each other (or only knew each other from one of these parties), there was a chance you’d be randomly paired with someone for a fuck, and if there was anyone you didn’t like, that was your chance to leave, or watch. Because if you stayed to fuck, you had to fuck the people you were paired with. No choice. No backing out. By handing the voting form in, you committed to fucking whoever you were paired with. It felt kinda risky, yet it was thrilling and exciting. Being told who to fuck was unreal. And yet there we all were.

Everyone stayed. Everyone was nice, and eager to get going. Everyone decided to fuck. Twenty two couples would all be fucked tonight, in full view of the other party guests.

The next phase was for each man to vote for the three women they would like to fuck. Not partners. Not anyone you knew outside the fuck party scene. And the women had to vote for three men and three women. Same rules. For me, the men were a fairly easy choice. Three really attracted me. I really struggled with the women. I had about ten.

The votes were collected, and the hostess and helpers went to work out the pairings. If there was anyone who wasn’t on anyone’s list of three, then who fucked who would be at random, drawn by numbered balls in a bag. That didn’t happen.

So next, people were paired up with those they voted for. This process can fail at this point, and we’d be back at random, but it didn’t. We all got paired off with someone from our top three.

As Lorraine came back, the chairs, armchairs and sofas in the lounge were arranged for the men to sit on. Then, the women were called and told whose lap to sit on. This was their man for the night.

And I was over the moon. My man was my number one choice (and apparently I was his), and so with great joy, I sat on his lap, his cock nudging my ass. I leant back against his chest and he grabbed a tit in each hand. At this point, that was all he was allowed to do. As instructed, I put my legs either side of his, so my cunt was on display, even a little open. All the women ended up like this, tits gripped, cunt on display.

And what a cunt my husband’s chosen woman had, perfect to my eyes, and my husband couldn’t see it, he could only see the women opposite him. That was no doubt a lovely view too.

Once everyone was in place, and had had their tits gripped for a while, Lorraine called for the “Women’s Warm Up Session”, where the men’s hands left our tits, went to our cunts and started masturbating us, finger fucking us. Lorraine reminded us that every woman must cum at this point, so make it loud and proud. We were. The cacophony of moans and screams was electric. And what I didn’t know was the order we came in decided the order we’d be fucked in, this time, the one that came last was fucked first. I came second last, so I’d be fucked second. My husband’s came fairly quickly, fourth I think, so he’d fuck fourth from last.

Next was a quick “Men’s Warm Up Session”, the girls on our knees giving sloppy blow jobs, not to orgasm, just enjoying our chosen cock in our mouths, enjoying their full balls in our hands. We finished on a whistle and each girl had to retake their position on their man’s lap with their legs either side of his, so their cunts, their clits and their masturbation was visible, and we had to be in that position all the time apart from when we were being fucked, we were being edged all the time we weren’t being fucked.

The first woman to be fucked picked a ball out of the bag. We knew each man would fuck both our cunts and assholes, one either side of our lesbian session. The ball decided which one we had first. The man decided the position and circumstances. She also picked a second ball, which was used to decide the sequence of our all-female fucks later on.

The girl who went first got cunt, and the man sat her on the sofa where he was, pulled her ass to the edge, lifted her legs up his front and ploughed in there. This wasn’t about long fucks, it was about hard slamming quick fucks, it was about thundering orgasms, it was about cum deep in our cunts, it was about putting on a show for the audience. These were raw, unprotected fucks. We had 44 male/female fucks and 11 all-female fucks to get through, and it was already 9:30 when we started. All the time we watched them fuck, my man kept masturbating me, gently, and finger fucking me, slightly harder, just keeping me revved up (as if the visuals weren’t enough to do the job).

She screamed. She had her breath taken away, she came, hard, doubling over hard, and yet he still carried on his hard perfectly rhythmed slams. She quietened down after she had cum, she was trying to regain her breath, trying to regain her composure. The wielder of her cock was having none of it, and very soon she was that ragged mess again, her composure had gone, her arms up over her head, her tits snapping to his rhythm. I could see her cunt squeezing his cock, and it worked. Eventually, he slammed hard in and stayed there, as she was doubling over with another massive orgasm, I saw his ass muscles flex as he squirted a whole load of sticky cum into her cunt.

And then, they switched places and she sat on his lap again, hers legs either side of his, him playing with her tits and masturbating her messy cunt as before. There was no clean up. At any point all night. If you were a mess, you were a mess.

It was my turn to be made a mess next, and my chosen man’s cock was already quite hard and quite big. But he fancied seeing my tits hang and swing, so he bent me over the arm of the sofa and after a couple of extra cunt rubs between my legs, he ploughed straight in. My cunt was sloppy as hell already and it welcomed the hard sizeable intruder easily. There was no finesse about this fuck. I had an audience like I love, I had my husband watching me get fucked by this man whose name I couldn’t remember, and the man was good, he was hitting all the right spots, he was rubbing in all the right places, and soon I was screaming, I was moaning and I was cumming. And as usual, I carried on being fucked until the man came, and for me, that involved him giving me three hard orgasms, and it involved my tits snapping backwards and forwards so much that I could feel the ache after my first fuck. And his cum, well there seemed to be so much of it, and as he carried on fucking me as he was cumming, some was really deep in my cunt, some was very shallow and a bit sprayed over my ass cheeks, cum I ground into his lap as I took my place on his lap, legs either side of his, cummy cum on display, tired from the hard cumming, tender tits from the snapping, ready to watch more fucking.

A few fucks later, Sara drew anal, and her man had her bent in a similar tit snapping position, whilst he sodomised her hard. She couldn’t remember his name either, and that really hyped the fuck up for her, cumming on an empty cunt quickly. Sara had poise and elegance, so when some of us fucked ones were ragged, dishevelled, a mess, Sara still maintained her aura, like you would imagine a big screen film goddess doing whilst she fucked anyone she could get her hands on.

Despite cumming early on, she took a long hard ass fuck, like you’d expect of Sara really, having a couple more orgasms before he finally came, but the smile on her face and the glow said it all.

A couple more fucks later was Sara’s husband, and he had Lorraine’s cunt. That stunning elegant woman from the door was soon a complete mess, hair everywhere, moaning and screaming as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her, not large ones, but a large number of small ones. She was filthy telling him what he was doing to her cunt, and that only spurred him on, with him telling her what he was going to wreak on her asshole later. He came big, and they collapsed in a heap. She chose well.

And a few more fucks before my husband was up with his chosen fuck, a curvy beauty called Gail. And much to his delight, he got ass. He adored his first fuck with a woman being anal, so that was perfect. As he was lubing her asshole up, he was telling her about how big he was going to get, how much he was going to stretch her, how much her asshole would regret her picking him and how much cum he was going to leave in her asshole.

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