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

30 September 2026 / / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Paying His Debt (Part Two)

19 August 2026 / / 8 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Free Use 2.0 (Part Two)

19 July 2026 / / 8 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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