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Pegtember: Taking The Tentacle (Update 2)

12 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

My husband was, so far, taking his daily peggings well, and he was enjoying our gentle foray into feminisation, proper women’s panties, tiny skirts, stocking and suspenders were all adding to the appeal of the peggings for him, and I have to say, us women were loving the feminisation, and the degradation of the spitting and drooling was playing well with him and us too.

Sunday (6th) was no day of rest for my husband’s poor abused asshole. By now, his asshole was complaining, sore, stretched, but we had to be so careful. If we injured his asshole, it would be game over. But it is hard when we are so excited, and his asshole so accepting. At the rate we were going, he would be pegged for well over forty hours by the end of this, and his asshole had to last.

Stacey came back to do the rimming and spitting, and was joined by Ella, as we decided to do two twenty minute rimming sessions to soothe him, and the girls checked in with him to ensure he was happy to carry on. Saturday was intense, and Sunday would be no walkover, as Sara was on a flying visit, and stayed overnight to peg my husband along with me and Ella, and on that day, I gave Sara the honour of the massive dildo at the end, and she fucked his poor asshole hard and mercilessly. On her arrival, she was wearing her own baby blue tie-sided bikini style panties, which it turns out she had worn for three straight days to prepare them for this evening, masturbating into them three times a day, cumming into them three times a day and pulling them over her messy cunt each day after her husband fucked her whilst pulling them aside. She held them to my husband’s nose whilst Ella drooled on his asshole and then started his pegging, and then Sara re-tied them to fit my husband, and put them on him, pulling them aside for us to further peg him, just like her husband pulled them aside to fuck her. All the while she was pegging my husband, she was talking about her panties full of girl cum, and how only sissies would cum hard from wearing her dirty panties and from being ass fucked by a number of wonderful voluptuous women. Her language was vicious, her pegging even more so, and my poor husband came and came. She was particularly nasty with the large dildo, and you should have seen her eyes when she saw the tentacle dildo he had ordered. She had no plans to come to peg him again, but that changed her mind.

Monday (7th) arrived, and Sara did the first twenty minute aftercare soothing sloppy anilingus, before she set off for the rest of her day. I did the other twenty minutes. I was hopeful the tentacle would arrive, but there was no joy, and it fell to Anna and Helen, with a little bit of me, to punish his asshole that evening with what we already had. At one point, Helen told him to stop whimpering, as this wasn’t even a quarter over, and his asshole wasn’t going to survive this. He came. Helen picked out the panties and stockings and suspenders, lacy black bikini panties, that they moved aside to peg him, over matching black stockings and suspenders. He also had the cock cage. Anna wanted that. As his second wife, she could see long term use of that. She particularly enjoyed sliding the steel into his urethra, an act that, on his part, demonstrates the utmost trust. And they both spanked him, in between the peggings, in between playing with his caged cock. As we were all called to be with our second husbands overnight, I left them to it part way through, and Helen and Anna both shared the warm-ups and the brute, before Anna stayed with him overnight, spooning him and loving him, whilst keeping him caged well beyond the pegging, and Helen went off to be ass fucked by Tanya’s husband.

Tuesday (8th) and Rose’s husband gave me my Submissive Sodomy whilst my husband gave Anna hers, and at her request, he still had the panties on. Anna then did the twenty minute analingus session (with the panties pulled aside) before going off to work, and Ella did the other one. I arrived home to find the tentacle dildo, unwrapped and on display. And I’d use it on his asshole that night. I sent a picture of it to Nikki, and she vowed to come up and use it on his asshole. But that night, the pleasure was all mine, with him warmed up by Ella and Laura. I’ve never lubed an asshole so much as I did that night. The tentacle was, quite simple, huge, a highly textured brute. I teased my husband all day about it, and in the moment, he was scared. But he knows I know how to manage his asshole. I’m eight days in. I have twenty two to go, so I’m not going to injure him. Yes, I’m going to push him and I’m absolutely going to train him. And that started at the end of a long and hard warm-up pegging from the girls. Its shape kind of pushed and stretched his asshole naturally as it started to go in. It stretched, it twinged a little, and his eyes moistened as I slowly pushed in. Ella nudged at his face, kissed and snuggled him telling him how well he was doing and repeating the “take it like a girl” line, perfectly mentally stretching him. I got over half way in, more than I was expecting, and then I fucked that little bit pushing it a little extra in each time, before finally admitting his asshole had taken enough for a first try. Ella still kissed him telling him he was a perfect girl, with sexy pink girly panties and a dildo up his ass, not just any dildo, a massive tentacle one.

Wednesday (9th) saw Ella back for sloppy analingus (she was rather enjoying it, especially the demeaning spitting and drooling), and Carla on the second leg, and Carla and Anna for the evening, with each of them doing a bit of tentacle work as well as me. They both got so excited about it and I know they’ll be on for full steam fucks when he can take it. The end of the dildo is huge though, so I didn’t know when he would be able to take it all the way. They put him in the cock cage, his urethra again being invaded by a stick of steel, and whichever one of them wasn’t fucking his asshole was playing with the cage, pinching and squeezing his balls and teasing his metal caged cock. You think his asshole was suffering, but his cock was too, caged, stopped from cumming and tortured by two women with an evil streak. He barely survived the evening, and clearly needed some cock sucking aftercare, Carla doing the honours, as well as the twenty minute sloppy rimmings the following morning. Anna spooned him for a bit immediately after his pegging, as I was required to be bred by the farm hand. Fitting all this pegging in with our free-use commitments takes some work!

Thursday (10th) saw me sucking so much cum out of his poor cock, and Stacey and Anna providing the rimming sessions, and Stacey was back for the evening, with Poppy, another new pegger, but Stacey had picked it up quickly and I was able to help out with teaching Poppy too. That session was long, but was calmer than some in recent days. Don’t get me wrong, he was pegged hard, but there was less frenzy, and that was quite fun. His cock was caged again, with whoever wasn’t pegging him gently playing with it, the teasing was just as bad for him though, the pain of not being able to cum was forefront as the pegging hit hard. But I had the tentacle, and wanted to make progress on getting it further in his ass. I was pressing into his ass hard, smooth, but not slamming, and I think Poppy realised what I was doing and kissed him and played with his balls in her hands, distracting him from the stretching his asshole was feeling.

He moaned a little at the pressure on his asshole, but Stacey dropped to her knees and said calmly in his ear (whilst Poppy was still kissing him) that “he was such a Good Girl, and if he took that tentacle all the way in, she’d piss for him, sexily, confidently, openly, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, she’d let him hold her cunt lips open to view, to taste, to enjoy. She’d become his own little piss slut any time he wanted if he just gets that little old tentacle all the way in.” God, she knows how to give him an incentive. As I pushed further in, she carried on sexily speaking to him, whilst stroking his hair, telling him “to make his asshole a big slut, like her pisshole would be for him. Imagine watching her bright yellow stream streak across the air, imagine drinking her warm sweet yellow piss directly from her pisshole.” I don’t know about him, I was still nearly cumming at what she was saying. She looked at me and saw me push it a little further in. She carried on, telling him he was almost there, calling him a Good Girl once again, a Good Sexy Girl. As I pushed in again, making his body shudder with the stretching, Poppy broke off kissing him and offered to piss for him too. “Not just once”, she said, and looking at Stacey, she added, “neither of us are just once”. She then looked at me, applying constant pressure to his asshole, willing the last bit in, and she added “Just like Mira pisses for you. Think how much you love that. And you’ll have two more.” She guessed I pissed for him. She was right. Mind you, Anna does too, and some of the other women. Still, it was a good incentive.

As I pushed it in, he rasped, amongst hard breathing, “Get it in, piss queens.” Instead of constant pressure, I started slow strokes, him yelping at each one, a yelp I wouldn’t normally ignore, but he’s made his wishes clear. Each stroke crept a millimetre further in, until suddenly it slid all the way in. He cried out, and I held the dildo as deep in him as I could. Stacey stroked his hair, and told him she was proud of his panty clad ass. Poppy told him he was such a good ass slut, and I, well, I was fighting to keep the tentacle buried deep in his asshole.

Once I got my breath back, I told him I was going to do a dozen slow strokes, ending all the way in, before I pulled out for tonight, and handed over to his new piss queens for a dozen each from them, and so I began, slowly, rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then pulling all the way out. As we passed a dozen, the pushing in got easier, and we hit twenty, the slams got harder, and the poor man, cock still caged and plugged, took all 36 deep strokes with the monster tentacle in his stride. Stacey pulled out of him, leaving his asshole quite sore, and Poppy removed the cock cage and gave him a blow job until he came, until he was finally able to unload the contents of his big heavy balls. I spooned him that night as well, big spoon to cuddle him. He deserved it. I think he needed it. And that night wasn’t the night to make these women piss for him either, no matter how much he wanted to.

It is clear that he is needing more aftercare on the night after a pegging, not his asshole directly, but loving, caring, cuddling. He’ll definitely get what he needs. It is also clear the morning after spitting and lickings are absolutely needed, to both soothe and moisten his abused hole. Maybe even three will be needed by the end. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

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

6 September 2026 / / 4 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pegtember: Power Shift

1 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

Oh, my husband’s asshole is so going to massively regret this.

A couple of months ago, he asked what I wanted for my birthday. I think he was thinking something nice to wear, perhaps something to show my body off, or a new sex toy or piece of kit for our sex room. What I replied was that I wanted him to complete Pegtember. He gave it a little consideration, and then said OK, if that is what I wanted. It was, and then, in a flash of inspiration and without massively thinking about it, I told him I wanted him in Girl Mode every time we pegged him, panties, skirts, costumes, that sort of thing. He looked a little wide eyed, but told me it was my birthday present, and if I wanted to peg him with him in a skirt or panties, so be it. I don’t think he really thought it through.

For those who don’t know, Pegtember is an event where someone is pegged every single day of September. Thirty consecutive peggings. Now, he’s normally pegged once a week, sometimes twice, normally Laura, Victoria and me, sometimes Carla and me, sometimes Anna and me. As you may remember, my body isn’t up to giving his ass the seeing to I think it deserves, so I get support. They get to do the long hard warm up, and I normally get to finish with the monster, the big dildo, the one that really stretches his asshole. Long satisfying pegging for him, building up through dildo sizes until I arrive with the huge one. Win-win for me, getting to watch him get near, then getting to use the huge one on him as a finale.

But a whole month. Thirty days, not missing a single session, will be hard for his ass. Mind you, I get sodomised every day, so he owes me, right?

I told the girls. I told them I needed at least one of them every single night to support me in his pegging, ideally two. I know some people do shorter peggings for Pegtember, to help the poor peggee’s asshole get through it, but I’m not. I want long, full, brutal peggings just like normal. Just more of them, just every day for a month. He’s always pushing me to take longer, harder, bigger. Now it’s his turn.

We started putting names in the calendar, and I realised I’m away working (well, fucking in the name of work) for a few days in September, so the girls agreed to peg him in my absence, live on video for me to watch and masturbate to in the comfort of my hotel room. There were lots of volunteers for pegging him, and the girls insisted on a 45 minute minimum pegging each and every day, whether I was there or not. I happily and eagerly agreed, after all it wasn’t my asshole, although I suspect my asshole will pay over the long term. It’s used to it. He’d have no choice but to agree, he’d have no choice other than to take whatever pegging we wanted to mete out.

We made up a Pegtember box for him. All the strap-on harnesses and dildos. Lube, lots and lots of lube. And women’s panties to fit him, panties I’d bought specifically for Pegtember. Proper girly panties. Tiny thongs, crotchless panties, open-backed panties, ones that wouldn’t hold his cock, thongs we would move aside to penetrate him, crotchless and open-backed ones we’d fuck through.

Also in there is a French Maid’s outfit and a Schoolgirl outfit I made for him, complete with stockings and suspenders I bought for him. I’ve been meaning to sort these outfits out for so long, and this was the excuse to get my sewing machine out. Paula and Laura wanted to peg him in a French Maid’s outfit, Anna and Victoria is a Schoolgirl one. All four will have their way. There were tiny skirts like he has me wearing, including some of the indecent variety I often wear at home, and a blouse, one for someone with tiny tits.

This Girl Mode shouldn’t be a surprise if you read my post about buying him panties and short skirts earlier in the year. He’s worn the panties a lot, and the skirts quite a bit at home, and out to the event he wanted, but I really wanted to move this on, wanted to get him into Girl Mode, which he has yet to do. This is a good chance to cement Girl Mode for him.

And also in there is a Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug, a stainless-steel torture device to use sometimes. Rings down the shaft, a ring round the base of his cock, a ring round the base of his balls, a ring under the edge of his Glans, and a Penis Plug, long enough so that even when he is as erect as he can be in that thing, his urethra will be full of metal. It will stop him cumming. Laura and Victoria wanted to stop him cumming. Apparently it makes the man focus on the pegging even more. And I’ve wanted one of these for him for the longest time too.

I won’t post updates every day, just occasionally. We want it to be tough for him, a struggle for him. He likes pushing us to extremes in the hunt for sexual gratification, now it’s our turn. We are going to enjoy the pegging, the costumes, the skirts, the panties, but above all, we want him to enjoy it, as well as endure it, and I want him to get really into Girl Mode and to want to do it more.

The Pegtember box is on his home office chair, waiting for him to come home from work. Laura and Victoria are due about 8pm. Let the pegging fun begin!

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Four)

3 July 2026 / / 7 Comments

Rose and I stopped crying fairly quickly, as the pain in our nipples and clits became a dull throb, a familiar kind of throb from our spankings, a comforting kind of throb. We were both comforted, soothed, loved by our second husbands, but our nipples and clits were not soothed, not touched even, left alone to their pain and throbs.

It was almost time for us to retire, Rose and I knowing our painful nipples and clits would make our final fuckings of the day more of an ordeal.

But even the men, and their amazingly resilient cocks, were running out of steam, so our first bit of second husband ownership of the night was our assholes being fucked by some dildos, my and Rose’s nipples rubbing on the bed with each slam in, reminding us constantly of the punishment.

Then our cunts being pounded by our dildos, swapped around so that we were penetrated by a dildo that had been in someone else’s asshole and cunt earlier, dirty from their assholes and then from our own. That use of dirty dildos really plays into our submission, knowing we shouldn’t do that, and yet submitting to it, a dirty yet free-use act.

And only as their arms tired, did their cocks make it to our mouths for hardening, and then back into our assholes for a late night dose of Submissive Sodomy. None of the women came for the entire time. The men did, one last time, really putting a full stop on our submissive day, only further emphasised by our pre-7am Submissive Sodomy the following morning.

Breakfast went much as the previous day, our tits and cunts displayed for all, and then we found out about the morning’s entertainment. It was Anna’s husband’s birthday, and for the men’s birthdays, we always do something special they want us to do. He had requested that I do a masturbating cake sit and then as I offer my cake covered ass and cunt for him to clear, the other women were to peg him, hard, prolonged. We women thought of it as well deserved payback for all the hard slamming fucks our assholes are regularly forced to take.

I haven’t mentioned a masturbating cake sit before. It was something I read about another woman doing on a cake sit blog, and it is such a fucking obvious thing to do. In this case, I was on all fours, my cunt angled to line up with the middle of the top of the cake, so I would spray cunt juices all over the cake. Anna then finger fucked me whilst Rose held me in place with two fingers deep in my asshole, and they made me cum, they made me squirt all over the top of the cake. With the cake plastered with my cunt juices, I began grinding my ass and cunt into the cake, rocking backwards and forwards, collecting cake in my cunt, between my legs, down my ass crack and plastered all over my ass cheeks. On and off, I was playing with my still-tender clit, adding more cunt juices as I ground the cake in.

All eyes were on my body as it moved, almost danced onto the cake, me almost being oblivious to the audience, as I got mesmerised by how wonderful the cake felt, the oozing into my ass crack and cunt. It is such a special feeling, and I wasn’t expecting a cake sit this weekend, so it was an absolute joy.

And once I was fully seated on the cake platter, a situation that took a couple of minutes to get to, Anna punished my clit further, by using my vicious wand to apply vibrations only to my clit (from above, with a cup shaped attachment that hugged my clit perfectly) and made me cum again, with me grinding the wet remnants of cake into my cunt. Whilst Anna was making me cum with the wand, Rose put her fingers that tasted of my ass into my mouth to taste. That just enhanced my cumming, she knew it would.

So, my ass and cunt were loaded with cake, and one of the men draped a towel over the sofa, and I was manoeuvred to be face down on it, me keeping my legs together to keep the cake attached. Anna’s husband, whose birthday treat this was, was bent over the sofa arm, his ass pointing upwards, and his face was almost touching my cake covered ass. He leant in and started licking and eating as Tanya lubed his asshole and Rose loaded herself into the first strap-on. Helen inserted her fingers into his asshole to loosen it up, before Rose put the tip of the strap-on against his pucker and pushed in. He reared up, lifting his face off my ass, before returning to position and starting to lick the cake off my ass again. He felt two sets of hands hold him down as Rose started firm strokes, stopping his body from rearing up, keeping his tongue close to my cake covered ass.

Rose built up speed, with full length strokes, slamming her silicone balls into his real balls with every stroke. Meanwhile, Anna had poked his cock, which was outside the arm of the chair, into a glass. The women needed his cum. The men who were starting to wank themselves watching this were given glasses too. The women needed their cum as well.

Whilst Rose was pegging him, Tanya was loading herself into another strap-on and was lubed up, and when Rose needed a break, she pulled out and Tanya immediately penetrated him, his asshole not being filled for so little time that it wasn’t fully closed up. Tanya was quickly up to speed, and to her silicone balls slapping best in no time.

My body was moved a little several times to give his tongue more cake to reach, and Tanya was replaced by Anna and then Helen, before starting round again. We women were determined to peg him for as long as we have to take them fucking our assholes on relay.

Once he had mostly cleared my ass of cake, my body was moved again, this time, my belly had a pillow put under it, my legs were spread and his head was right in between my legs, his nose jammed into the lower reaches of my now cleared but still slightly sticky ass crack, his tongue licking cake off my cunt. And still his pegging carried on. The dildos the women were fucking his asshole with were substantial, far girthier than the men’s cocks. Helen’s husband was both in awe of what this man took up his ass, and slightly scared, because he knew his asshole would have to take such a pounding and such a stretching eventually. The women, being used to both taking and giving such dildos in the ass, were rather more in awe of the amount of cake this man had eaten.

The women pegging him were as relentless to him as the men are to them, and he expected nothing less. That they were waiting to collect his cum was slightly humiliating. That they were waiting to collect the cum of the other men who were wanking themselves watching him was rather more humiliating.

When she saw the pegged ass twitching, Tanya reached up and grabbed his cock, which had already cum a little into the glass, and milked his cock with her hand to extract as much cum as she could. And there was a lot. Despite how much he had cum already, pegging him always produced loads of cum.

Tanya then went round and collected all the men’s cum, and mixed it all together. Then, she loaded a lube syringe with cum and, after the dildo was withdrawn from Anna’s husband’s asshole and he was being held in place, she inserted the syringe and emptied the cum into his asshole. And she filled the syringe again and again, and emptied it into his asshole again and again. His asshole was filled with the combined cum of five men, including his own, and then Tanya roughly pushed the largest butt plug they had into his well pegged asshole, to keep the cum in place, not something the men usually allowed the women.

Now, he was like the women usually are, an asshole full of cum, an asshole uncomfortable from the pegging, an asshole that knows what’s been done to it. He lay there, still licking at my cunt for any scrap of cake as the cum trickle down deep inside him. Everyone left us to it as the women packed up for departure, and the men made lunch. Not that Anna’s husband wanted any lunch, he’d eaten far too much cake.

And what was left of my cake covered cunt and ass was dessert for the rest of them, not that there was much left. I slid around the platter, my cunt and ass picking up any scraps of cake left, before I bent over the arm of the sofa for the licking and cleaning to commence. One of the men produced four cup cakes, and two of them were ground into my ass crack and two into my cunt, so there was cake to be eaten.

Eight tongues sequentially licking at my cunt and ass, focussing on my clit and ass pucker, moving my cheeks and my cunt lips apart, lead me to cum, adding flavour to the cake again.

And once I was clear, I wasn’t allowed a shower to remove the sticky cake residue, and I had to take my place in a line of us women, hands clasped behind our heads, forcing our tits out, with our legs slightly apart. The men then started discussing our performances over the weekend, what a great weekend it was, how well we had done, how much we had cum, and then, one by one, they found a reason to spank each one of us, an excuse really to be spanked by our second husbands. And in my case, because they knew how much of a spanking I can take, it was long, it involved his hand, a paddle, a tawse and a belt. My ass was glowing red, very sore. As were the others to some degree, the amount of spanking only varying because of how much of a spanking their asses can take. These spankings were one final bit of the men taking ownership of us.

And then, with raw and sore asses, very demure from our punishments, very submissive once again, there was time for a final quick group fuck before we had to go, one final taking by our second husbands. Anna’s asshole was ruthlessly fucked by my husband, whilst (at the start at least) Anna masturbated me. Rose, after finger fucking Helen, received another non-cumming sodomy session from Helen’s husband. Tanya’s husband fucked and came loads in Helen’s cunt. Rose’s husband did ass-to-mouth on me, whilst Helen’s husband followed suit and did ass-to-mouth on Rose, having been masturbating her for a while before he got his cock involved. And once we had all cum, men and women, us women were given our flimsy short summer dresses and loaded into the car, all cummed out.

On the way home, as a final piece of free-use, Helen spent ten minutes at a time with a man’s cock in her mouth, each having a turn, including my husband in laybys. She wasn’t trying to get them hard or make them cum, just to keep their cocks enrobed by her mouth as an act of subservience, of love and of thanks. She did three lots of ten minutes each, and that just got us home. Her jaw ached, her cunt and asshole were overused, and she had absolutely the best weekend ever.

And as they got out of the car, Helen made herself available for free-use on the chat group. Now her real unplanned free-use began.

Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part Three)

6 November 2025 /

Carla was cumming hard, a vigorous anal cowgirl fuck, together with my finger brushing her clit with every stroke, made her cum again. Carla had cum a lot this night, and in my evil genius brain, she was to cum more. I’d cum more than her last night, so it was my chance to repay her.

Once she had finished cumming, she slumped in my arms, the dildo popping out of her ass and resting in her ass crack. She was really out of breath and needed to recover. She’d need all her remaining energy for what I had planned.

Still wearing the strap-on, I set up the fucking machine, this time to work horizontally. I had the same two dildos, arranged so she would be on her hands and knees in a doggy type position and fucked by the machine in both cunt and ass. To keep her in position, I put myself by her face and filled her mouth with the dildo, fresh from her own asshole. Turning the machine on, her body was doing small swings, enough to snap her tits backwards and forwards, enough to be face fucked by the strap-on, enough to be fucked by the moving finger and thumb dildo in her cunt and the static one in her asshole (although it did feel like it was moving as her body was moving and it wasn’t).

And there she stayed, being fucked three ways, with me slowly increasing the speed of the fucking machine. As she did to me, I stroked her hair, as if to comfort her and distract from the ever present pounding, and I really upped my filth talking game, telling her what a filthy slut she was to have a dirty dildo in her mouth, and dildos in her cunt and ass that hadn’t been cleaned from being in my cunt and ass, telling her that was properly dirty and how only a really nasty dirty girl would do such a thing. It was those words that seemed to start her cumming again, and I used the remote control to up the pace a little. She must have been tiring by now, her tits must have been getting painful from all the swinging by now, her asshole must be getting sore from all the penetration by now, and yet she kept going, like a good slut would. God I loved her.

As she tipped over to another orgasm, I increased the speed again, and found myself thinking about Rose. She was ovulating, horny as fuck and needed a rampant cock, and I just knew my husband would deliver, just as I was delivering on my promise to be brutal to Carla, particularly her asshole and those poor swinging tits.

And every time I spoke filth and verbally denied her an orgasm, she came almost instantly, such was her frenzy, such was the power of my voice. I lost track of how many times the poor girl came, but it was a lot. Eventually, I took pity on her and turned the machine off, removing the dildo from her mouth and pulling her off the machine’s dildos, and slumping with her on the nearby sofa, cuddling her, making her feel loved as well as fucked.

When she recovered a little, she leant in to kiss me, a slightly ass tasting kiss borne of love.

We didn’t make it up to bed that night, we rested slumped on the sofa in each other’s arms. I was exhausted and so was Carla. The second night of our harness would have to wait.

Carla awoke to my fingers at her cunt again, rubbing her clit, penetrating knuckle deep, starting her towards another orgasm. In her dazed still slightly asleep state, she protested. But I told her to take it like a girl and that she’d end up cumming as much as I wanted her to, not as much as she wanted to. Realising her plight, and how she was, at that moment, totally at my mercy, she simply confirmed OK, and tipped her head back, her lips just opening slightly as my wanking her started to have an effect. It didn’t take her long to cum again, her not really putting up any resistance. After cumming a second time, I slowed my fingers down and whispered what I wanted her to do.

She moved away from my fingers, arranging my cunt lips and hers and lowered her cunt to touch mine, our cunt lips touching, our clits touching, and then she started moving her body, our cunts rubbing, our clits nudging, our flaps twisting. Those little movements, cunt contact filled with love, began building up orgasms in both of us. As I was near, I almost threatened her that she wouldn’t want to see the consequences of stopping before either of us came. She laughed, and sped up. She had stamina, that girl. Made up for my lack of stamina really.

Cunt manipulating cunt brought orgasms alternately for us. We could both feel the stickiness around our cunts from our combined juices, and that just spurred us on more, with more and more sticky cunt juices sprayed over our cunt rubbing partner. On and on she went, until, eventually, we had no more girl cum to give, and we cuddled until it was time to return me to my husband, who promptly licked both our cunts clean again as he did the day before.

Just as Carla was about to leave, the assistant barman arrived with my bra, big piles of male cum in each cup, and he insisted I put it on, the cum oozing all round my nipples and the fleshiest parts of my tits. I had to wear it all day. He’d be checking. My husband suggested I needed a little exercise, as cum warmed by exercise became particularly fragrant and even more sticky than usual. The barman approved of the plan, and he was going to make Carla do the same tomorrow, and then spend the night serving in the pub with hers on. An evil plan, and one my husband suggested would bring about a visit to the pub again.

Carla suggested he was trying to get his bonus for increased sales by slutting the barmaid out, but he countered suggesting that she didn’t need his help to slut herself out. Even she conceded that was true, and they both had a grope of my bra and cum covered tits before she and the barman left.

My husband turned the heating up to make me sweat, to get my tits hot and therefore heating up the cum. I have to admit the way the bra stuck to my tits with a load of sticky man cum was very sexy, and he fucked me a number of times, each time on my back with his hands squeezing at my caged tits, making the cum ooze round them. I didn’t think I’d be able to cum much after the day before, but the sexiness of the situation made it feel easy.

I thought with all the free-use. I’d reached peak cumming, peak orgasm, but Carla and the barman showed I had even more cumming in me. My body is crap at some things, but it’s fucking brilliant at cumming. The more I orgasm, the more I need to orgasm, and with Carla and the barman, I have two more people who will happily make me cum.

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