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The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Two)

31 December 2025 /

Sara was riding the fucking machine, cunt and asshole both filled with dildos, hands restrained behind her back, tits pushed forwards and being groped, squeezed and occasionally slapped, nipples being twisted and pulled harshly. She was being held down onto the dildos by the barman, as the assembled crowd of waifs and strays manhandled her tits and stroked her hair. Anna was being particularly mean to Sara’s tits, pulling them and twisting them quite viciously, all while the fucking machine was being equally mean to her cunt and asshole. And all with her husband watching from thousands of miles away. He could have been concerned for how she was being used, how relentless it was, but he wasn’t. He was egging people on, intently observing the debauchery in front of him. His wife was at peak slut and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Carla was still cuddling me whilst gently finger fucking me, but for a while, she faced right to have Laura’s ex’s cock in her mouth, getting it hard for its next cunt. Nikki was licking Paula’s cunt, as Nikki’s and Paula’s tits were all being pulled and twisted by my husband, enjoying himself whilst his cock recovered. Ella was heading back to the kitchen with an empty tray, and so, Laura’s ex followed her, and as she faced the kitchen worktop, he bent her forwards, masturbated her cunt with one hand between her legs and groped her tits with another, before driving his cock into her cunt and fucking her right there, bent over the kitchen worktop. He’d already cum once, so she was in for a long hard fuck.

It was some time later when Anna went into the kitchen, looking for canapes. Ella was still being fucked, so she handed Anna a whole trayful without moving her lower half and without Laura’s ex losing a beat. Back in the lounge, Carla slid out from under me, leaving me in the chair, and she took the canapes off Anna, Anna arranging me on the chair with my legs spread yet supported, then sitting in between them licking out my cunt and being mean to my already overused clit. Clearly, Anna was in that kind of mood. Someone squeezed and manhandled my tits, but I didn’t pay attention to as my attention was on Sara, who was screaming the house down with orgasm after orgasm, the fucking machine finally breaking her. From the kitchen, I heard Ella start to scream too, as the combination of Sara’s noise and the rubbing and filling of her own cunt brought her to orgasm, and mine was coming along nicely too.

My husband grabbed a bottle of lube and went out to Ella. I realised he was going to fuck her ass. I knew he’d be dying to fuck her ass. Laura’s ex had obviously cum deep in her cunt when Ella was screaming, so he let go of her hips and passed her on without moving her to my husband, who pinned her in place, moved her feet further apart with his, making her asshole cock height and started lubing it.

She asked him not to fuck her asshole, because she was sweet and innocent (yeah, right), but she had a filthy look as she said it, and she didn’t use the safeword, so he figured she was up for it. He started rubbing his lubed cock against her lubed asshole, as she started to moan a little. He gently applied pressure with his glans, as she started to beg him to not deflower her cute little unsullied asshole. Those words got him so excited, and as she still didn’t use the safeword, so he pushed in a little more. Her asshole was very eager and very welcoming, sucking his glans in, much to her cries, and then making it easy to push all the way in.

Her eyes were wide and she was breathing short raspy breaths, as he waited with his cock fully in, balls deep in her asshole, waiting for her asshole to relax and accommodate his size. He felt quite large, until she told him he was the first to fuck her asshole and then he got huge. He loves taking a woman’s virginity, and anal virginity especially. She asked him to be gentle, and he said he would, although I knew what would happen. He’d be gentle right up until she was comfortable taking his huge cock all the way in and out of her asshole, and then he’d accelerate, ultimately giving her the powerful sodomy he really wanted to.

Carla came into the kitchen, and Ella asked her what she thought of what this brute was doing to her asshole. Carla just said it was magnificent and left with a new tray of canapes, leaving Ella’s asshole to take his cock at full speed. Ella started egging him on, harder, faster, bigger. He obliged, putting all his power and all his energy into that asshole fuck, and then the magic happened. With an empty cunt which wasn’t being touched, she felt an orgasm build. She just knew it was going to be massive, and it was coming along so quickly. Her cries had meant an audience had collected, watching her asshole take a pounding, and watching her tits snap backwards and forwards in time with his drives.

And she came, her body trying to bend to the waves, her cries grabbing everyone’s attention. He let go of her hips and instead grab a tit in each hands, arching her body back, gripping and squeezing those magnificent tits hard, as his rhythm stopped, slow powerful slams instead milking her orgasm, the actions of her monster orgasm finally making him cum, the muscles in his ass cheeks showing the appreciative audience each spurt of cum into her greedy asshole. As soon as his cock had shrunk and slipped out of her asshole, Carla had her get up and start refilling drinks. Ella smiled at my husband and mouthed “That was wonderful.” and left the kitchen, bottle in hand, ass swaying in a sexy, tantalising way.

Paula was next on the fucking machine, strapped in and held in place by Laura’s ex, whilst the barman went behind Anna, who was still licking my cunt out, and started lifting her lower half up by her hips. I touched her head to keep it in place, whilst the barman raised her ass and cunt up, so she was standing on her legs, with her head below the level of her knees at my cunt. If she stayed in that position long, she’d go light headed, but even before I’d finished that thought, the barman was pushing his cock, rock hard from managing Sara’s machine fuck, deep into Anna’s slick cunt.

Holding on to her hips, he started to fuck her rhythmically. I held on to her head to make sure she carried on licking me out, his actions nudging her face into my cunt occasionally. As her body was angled down, her tits were hanging heading towards her face, quite violently snapping backwards and forwards as he fucked. She was losing focus on licking, which I forgave her for, as it was a strong fuck. The smell of my cunt, the general smell of fucking in the air, and the fact she was going light headed from how low her head was, meant that this was a dreamy fuck. That didn’t stop me holding her head down though and encouraging her to carry on licking me out. It all added to making this double ended action overwhelming for her. Not only was she not able to do more than occasional licks of my cunt, she wasn’t in control of her orgasms either, wasn’t fighting it as he made her cum, whilst still powering on with his fuck. He knew holding her hips was holding her up, and that meant she had no strength or resolve to fight an orgasm. She was powerless as he fucked, powerless as she came. On her third orgasm, the strongest she had, the tightness of her cunt round his cock made him cum too. As his cock slipped out of her messy cunt, he realised her legs wouldn’t hold her, so he lowered her body gently to the floor. With her head swimming, she saw my cunt close by her head and resumed licking it out at a reasonable rhythm. She’s a trouper is our Anna.

It wasn’t long before Paula started moaning, the fucking machine working its magic on her cunt and asshole, a good strong orgasm to start, an orgasm ignored by Laura’s ex, as he just let the machine carry on fucking her. Her hands restrained behind her back, her tits pushed out receiving some harsh handling, seemed to magnify the effect of the fucking machine. Without a chance to recover from the orgasm, without a break in the tit manhandling, she almost immediately started building the next orgasm, that breaking in a similar manner, and the next, and the next, her moans turning to screams, her cunt growing more sensitive with each orgasm. Yet without the mercy of the machine being turned off or even slowed down, the fucking machine was taking its toll on her cunt and asshole. She had to take it for as long and hard as me and Sara had. She’d demanded it of Laura’s ex. She just had to. She desperately didn’t want to be outfucked by her daughter.

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part One)

28 December 2025 /

I was lying awake. It was Christmas morning and still dark. Someone’s hand was holding my right tit. No idea whose. Could be any number of people. But it was dark, and that firm grip felt good. I was ready for my early morning sodomy session, but I had no idea where in amongst all these bodies my husband was.

My asshole was still a bit sore from last night. I had quite a long session on Carla’s fucking machine. Like the first time she used it on me, it was set up vertically, with two dildos, one in my cunt and one in my ass, and I was held down on it whilst it fucked me, supported, but fully impaled on the dildos, with my hands tied behind my back, emphasising my tits for groping and pawing, my hair being stroked whilst the relentless machine made me cum and cum, sapped all my willpower and then sapped all my strength. I had to be helped off it and collapsed in a chair, in Carla’s arms, with her, even after all that, an ordeal is a good word for it, even after that ordeal, she was still gently finger fucking me. I was broken, so there I stayed, letting her finger my now delicate cunt, whilst the fucking machine’s next victim received the same treatment as I did when I was riding it.

That next victim was Sara, our spit-roast loving friend from down south. Her husband was in Australia for Christmas working, but we streamed her machine fuck live to him so he could enjoy it from afar. She, like everyone else here (apart from me and my husband), would otherwise have been alone for Christmas. I had hoped he would be close to Kiara for Christmas, but he was the other side of the country. So Sara was being strapped onto the fucking machine by the barman from our local (who was single and had no chance to visit family this Christmas). This man who Sara hadn’t met until mid afternoon Christmas Eve, was tightening the restraints round her legs, keeping her impaled on the fucking machine, binding her wrists together behind her back, which had the effect of pushing her marvellous 30GG tits forwards, and grabbing a few handfuls of those amazing tits as he did it. She loved it. From afar, her husband loved it too.

Everyone in the room was a waif or stray. Indeed, my husband and I have no family we want to spend Christmas with, so we were too really.

Anna was here, her husband was off spending Christmas with his mother – Anna had no idea why. I still think there is something not quite right about their relationship.

Paula was here. Her daughter was off staying with friends. And getting herself fucked. Like mother like daughter. Apparently, there would be nine men and three women where she was, and the women were going to be human pass the parcels. When the music stops, a man takes an item of clothing off the parcel, and the man that removes the last piece of clothing gets to fuck her, in front of everyone. All three women were going to be parcels over and over, would be getting dressed and then stripped over and over. Paula was slightly jealous, but she would be destroyed by the fucking machine too at some point, and she’d been fucked already both by a man and some women, so she will get her share of fucking over these few days.

In a blast from the past, Nikki was there. The last time Nikki was mentioned on this blog, she was with a vanilla guy, and so she withdrew from our fucking scene. Well, he turned out to not be so vanilla. It turned out he was fucking anyone and everyone at work. I know I do that, but we have consent. Nikki didn’t know, and thus threw him out. So Nikki was here, to get some well-needed cock and to get back on that sex with an audience horse. She missed it. I knew she would, but she loved him, well, she loved the him she thought she knew, she loved a mirage.

And there’s nothing quite like being made to cum within ten minutes of arriving by the hand of a slut you’ve never met with a crowd around you, egging you on. She loved it. Welcome back Nikki.

Also from the past was Laura’s ex-husband. He was one of those at my gang-bang and he’s another one on his own this year, and he was a well needed extra cock, as there wasn’t enough cock in the waifs and strays club. He had seen Nikki’s previous husband fuck her loads of times in our early sex parties, and now he had his chance to enjoy fucking Nikki. It was pleasantly reassuring for her. And he remembered how to really make her cum.

I knew my husband was going to enjoy finally getting to fuck Nikki, but his first fuck of Christmas Eve was Ella, the final waif here. She is 19 year old, born and raised in the village, a busy hard working student who wants a good grade, loves sex, but not all that relationship or even pulling nonsense. She offered to waitress for us when Carla mentioned the event, and obviously was there to be fucked. I had enough warning to make her a tiny slutty waitress outfit, tiny skirt, apron, and one of my tops with a big hole for her enormous 30HH tits to hang out of. She loved it.

So when we all arrived, we were all clothed (barely, but just about covered up in some cases), apart from Ella, who was here first and already in her waitress outfit with her tits out. And once everyone had arrived, Carla called upon my husband to open proceedings and to explain about the waifs and strays club. Not to put too fine a point on it, we’re all here to not be lonely over Christmas, and we’re all here to fuck.

He welcomed everyone, introduced everyone and laid out the rules. This wasn’t quite free-use, but wasn’t far off. Anyone could do anything to anyone without asking. If you wanted it to stop, you just said our party safeword. No amount of stops and nos will stop anything, only the safeword. The only other rule was that no one cleaned up their bodies. If a woman had cum dripping out of her cunt, unless someone licked it with their tongue, it stayed there. Messy cunt, and cummy tits and assholes were to be admired and rewarded, not cleaned up. He got everyone to say the safeword to prove they knew it, and as acceptance of the rules and consent to the fucking.

Then he went over to Ella, took the tray of canapes off her and gave them to Carla, before pushing gently down on Ella’s head with one hand and undoing his trousers with the other. She got the idea, dropped to her knees, dropped his trousers to the floor and took his already hardening cock, pulled back the foreskin and took his cock into her mouth. Her blow job was quite sloppy, her tongue working the glans and her teeth occasionally running along his cock as she bobbed in and out. When he was hard enough, he withdrew from her mouth, pulled her up off her knees and bent her over the arm of the sofa. Whilst masturbating his cock with one hand, he started fingering her cunt with the other. Her body gave away how much she was enjoying it, as she was riding his fingers.

Once he felt she was ready to be impaled, he leant in, parted her cunt lips with his fingers, spat into her cunt a couple of times, then rubbed his spittle in using his glans before firmly pushing his cock all the way in, making her gasp as he filled her tight cunt. Once he had pushed all the way in, he leant forwards and lifted her head off the sofa, locking her arms straight and with her hands wide, he was positioning her to allow her tits to swing wildly. Once she was in the correct position, he stroked her hair and said “Perfect” and with all eyes on her, he put his hands onto her hips to ensure she was held in place, to ensure she’d feel every millimetre of his drive. He started slowly, building up to full speed full power slams over about fifteen seconds. He was pulling her onto his cock with the hands on her hips and with his powerful drive, there was no escape for her, and with her tits snapping backwards and forwards quite viciously, she knew her tits would feel that fuck for some time after it was over.

He had her orgasm building, but very slowly. She realised it was deliberate, she realised he was fucking her for as long as he wanted, she realised he’d be able to move her slightly and make her cum within seconds, but he didn’t want to yet. She realised why her uni friend fucked older more sexually experienced men, and she realised she should probably do the same. She settled in to a cock slamming tit snapping rhythm for ages and ages, feeling her orgasm coming, feeling his cock growing, and then feeling that tiny change of position that made her orgasm accelerate. In no time at all, she started to cum, clamping down on his enormous cock which finished that off too, and she felt his cum spray several times into her spasming cunt. She was on such a high, only enhanced by the sounds of approval for their orgasms and the ripple of applause.

He pulled her up off the sofa and groped at her tits with his arms under hers, as Carla handed her the canapes back. She winked at her and said “First of many” as she herself had a quick grope of Ella’s tits. She then turned round and told the women to get their tits out announcing that if anyone tried to cover up their tits at all, they’d have their hands bound behind their backs whilst their tits were mercilessly punished. My husband saw the look in my eye, he realised I might do it deliberately just to find out what she’d do, just to get my tits punished.

As soon as my tits were out, I felt someone grab at them. It was Sara who had my nipples in her mouth, my tits guided with one hand whilst she put her other hand up my skirt and started finger fucking me. Everyone was looking at me, apart from Laura’s ex, who was groping, pawing, squashing and tweaking Nikki’s tits and nipples. I knew where the next fuck was going to be.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part Two)

11 May 2022 /

It was the last fuck of the week, and one I knew would truly break my poor body. I had been feeling quite good ass-fucking Sara, but that motion always takes it out of me, and I end up exhausted and somewhat broken.

And it was in that already broken state that I began being prepared for my first airtight experience. I had stupidly decided to have Sara’s husband do a brutal face fuck on me, as well as have my husband’s cock in my asshole (where it seems to get unfeasibly large and hard) and then Sara (who was still fairly broken) wielding a strap-on into my cunt and forcing the wand on my clit. My clit was already fairly used up from the repeated orgasms and rubbing of the strap-on whilst I was fucking Sara, so I had no idea if it would cope. All in all, I had set this up in the most extreme way, and I knew I had to take whatever they unleashed on me. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t get to the end.

To give Sara a chance of being able to take an active part in this, I had her laying down on the bed, strap-on pointing straight up and wand in hand. After a little wand play, my cunt moistened, and I slid the strap-on all the way in. I felt so full, and it felt so close to my cervix.

My asshole was being lubed, and very soon, I felt the familiar feeling of my husband’s cock burrowing its way through my pucker and then start growing with comparatively small movements. Then I was presented with Sara’s husband’s only slightly hard cock. I eagerly inhaled it, using my tongue over the head and sucking as best as I could. I was already airtight, and my mouth action suddenly produced a hardening of his cock. I felt his hands grasp either side of my head and I knew the brutal face fuck was mere seconds away. Sara was pawing at my tits and had the wand on full power, my husband was increasing the speed of him ploughing into my asshole, his motions making the strap-on slide in and out of my cunt as well.

And then her husband began, his cock getting harder, the end hitting the back of my mouth as he grew. My mouth was salivating as he got up speed, the end of his cock driving its way into my top of my throat at each stage. Now I knew why she had a tear in her eye when he face-fucked her, and now, mere millimetres from her face, her husband’s cock was brutally penetrating my mouth, and I’d use the word brutal about the forceful application of the wand to my clit too, and you all know how big my husband’s cock gets in an asshole and how unrelenting he is.

Repeating what I liked from my earlier DP, the men managed to sync up their rhythms and Sara soon got the idea, so as well as all the other sensations, I got the fantastically full to frustratingly empty feeling with every stroke.

I have no idea how long this went on for. The feelings of rolling orgasm, degradation, general misuse, and the full knowledge that this was far from over quickly got too much. I started drifting off into a trance-like state, aware of what was going on, but totally overwhelmed and overwashed with emotion and feelings, as yet again, my husband’s cock stretched the width of my asshole, Sara’s husband’s cock ploughed into my throat and Sara roughly kneaded my tits, moved the dildo in my cunt and held the wand to my much-abused clit, I knew that I needed to hang on. I wanted this. I’d set it up to be this hard. My body needed to cash the cheques my mouth wrote.

And then I remembered this was their second airtight of the day, so the men would have a lot more stamina, and they managed to use up Sara, so I stood no chance.

My appreciation of time drifted away under the relenting rhythm of their respective motions. I felt like I couldn’t cum any more, and yet again and again, Sara got orgasm after orgasm out of my rapidly emptying shell.

I think my brain had trouble keeping up with what was happening to my body, the sensations, the things happening to multiple parts of my body all at the same time; the stretching, the rhythm, the power, the drive, the rubbing simultaneously completely overwhelmed my senses, and I spent most of the time in a blurry daze of stimulation, lust and orgasm, none of which I had any control of.

The first I knew that this was heading towards the end was being awoken from my daze by the men talking to each other about holding back their orgasms. I had no control. I felt like my holes were being used by them and I was merely a passenger. That was the degradation and I’m so pleased to have felt it, and I definitely want to feel again.

It felt like as they were holding back, but Sara was accelerating her efforts, the dildo really fucking my cunt and the wand pressing into my abused clit harder than ever.

And then amongst shouts, the men came, my husband spewing cum into my well-used asshole and Sara’s husband pumping a ridiculously large amount of cum into my mouth. He carried on the motion, so some of the cum was in the front of my mouth and some was forced down my throat by him jamming his glans into my throat. It felt like just another indignity, another piece of degradation. He was good at this, and I loved it.

After his cock has stopped spurting and it shrunk out of my mouth, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow, before just walking away. I felt my husband pull out and lift me off Sara, and putting me down next to her, just leaving me in a heap, alone, sticky, sore in a number of places, exhausted and slightly delirious. I did feel abused and degraded, but in a good way, the total lack of control over the encounter, together with the overwhelming combination of individual elements that would make me cum, turned me into an orgasming jelly, my body doing what it was forced to do by those working on it.

I can totally understand why Sara likes the brutal face fuck. It is somewhat out of character for her husband, and the feelings of degradation only add to the experience. The face fuck made me feel quite owned and abused and add that to feeling full in all three holes, it is pretty amazing. I did realise that this was only so good because of the clear love of those involved. In other circumstances, this would be a nasty abusive situation, but because of the love and respect, it was a brilliant event.

But far from feeling bad, I felt content and satisfied by being a Tupperwhore, and I was left wondering what it would be like to be ploughed by three real cocks and to have a woman or two working my tits and clit. One day, we’ll find another couple and try it. One day.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part One)

26 April 2022 /

It is interesting how some words affect the psyche, how some words can have a positive affect at some times and a negative one at others. For years, I hated the word whore. The judgement, the venom with which it is often said, not to mention the misogyny, all added to my very negative view of the word. A previous lover called it to me in the throes of passion and I literally leapt off him and ran for the hills. It was only some years later that I realised I should have had the same reaction for slut and bitch, but I didn’t, even though those terms are laced with the same venom and misogyny. In fact, I love Slut, I have a Slut necklace made of stainless steel that I wear out occasionally and I have custom temporary tattoos that say Slut (and Bitch as well).

My reaction to whore made no sense to me, and yet it persisted for a long time, even after working out about bitch and slut, whore didn’t exactly put me in a sexy mood. But over time, and with some persistence, my husband started making progress. I remember one time I was so close to yet another orgasm with Victoria’s brutal wand held hard against my clit, and he tried to make me say I was an “Orgasm-loving whore”. I wasn’t much inclined to do so, and so he got me so close to orgasm, then with a flourish, he took the wand away and clipped away at my clit with a riding crop. The effect was to just drop my orgasm away. Bastard – I needed that orgasm. But then he started again, unrelenting wand until I was close, and I still wouldn’t say it, so my clit had the riding crop again. By this point, I was angry because I knew he was only doing what I’d asked him to, and I was raging because I felt there was no way in hell I was going to give in to him, and a part of me also knew I would say it.

I don’t know why, but I resisted for another two cycles, but eventually, inevitably, I yelled that I was an orgasm-loving whore, that his little whore needed her orgasm and began begging, but the orgasm induced by the vicious wand took over and I was shaken all over with a massive orgasm.

The strange thing was that I felt just as good proclaiming I was an orgasm-loving whore, and I did with anything about being a slut or bitch. I did feel great.

My acceptance and use of the word whore has only been enhanced by the word Tupperwhore, which is a great word and amuses me no end.

It is used to describe a woman who enjoys being airtight, that is a woman that enjoys having all three orifices (ass, pussy and mouth) being filled at the same time by a combination of cocks and dildos.

After a few days of trying various combinations of men both penetrating us at the same time, Sara and I decided to finish the week with a two-cock one-dildo version of airtight. That’s right; we decided to become Tupperwhores.

And it was to be our last fucks of the week, so I decided (probably madly) that I wanted the degrading face fuck as part of my airtight session. Sara thought I was bonkers and wasn’t prepared to risk it.

But even without that, we thought airtight would be totally mind-blowing and overwhelming. We tossed a coin and she won, meaning she would be first through. In a lot of ways, I was pleased, as I expected to be totally trashed at the end of it. I had longer to anticipate that brutal face fuck combined with the double-sided fuck I first had, all whilst watching my friend and lover get airtight herself some hours before.

First, she had to choose who was fucking what, and she took a combination that I thought would be pretty overwhelming; namely my husband on the face fuck (he’d been getting tips but was nowhere near the intensity or degradation her husband achieved), my strap-on up her ass and her husband’s cock in her cunt, also with him wielding the wand against her clit.

As I was preparing her asshole, the two cocks and my strap-on, she was focussing on calming down from her overexcited state, with a load of deep breathing and relaxation techniques. She was all too aware of just what an ordeal her body was about to go through, but she was so looking forward to the mix of pleasure, endurance, degradation, misuse and above all, orgasm after orgasm.

She was ready. Everything was as lubed as it needed to be. And the three bees buzzed around their soon-to-be victim.

Sara’s husband lay on the bed, hard cock in one hand and wand in the other. She climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt on to his cock. As she slid all the way down, she felt the head of the wand nestled against her clit, awaiting it to be turned on. Next, I nudged the lubed strap-on against her ass pucker and gently rocked until she let it in. I gently slid it all the way in, then started tiny rocking movements the same as her husband was whilst they awaited my husband going into her mouth.

He put his glans to her lips, and she could immediately taste pre-cum. Being rather addicted to that taste, she opened her mouth and sucked him in, wrapping her tongue round his cock to clear his precum for her to swallow.

From that moment, she was a Tupperwhore, as the two real cocks in her cunt and mouth began moving more and more, and even I, with my body feeling quite good, began driving the strap-on deeply into her asshole. She was sucking on my husband’s cock, whilst it was fucking her mouth, as her husband and I alternated driving into and out of her lower body. I was orgasming pretty freely as the end of the strap-on rubbed on my uncovered clit, and she was cumming over and over, as the relentless pace, plus the unyielding buzz of the wand on her clit, brought her to climax repeatedly and mercilessly. I was zoning out in my orgasm-filled haze, concentrating solely on keeping the rhythm up into her asshole. I became aware that the men were struggling to stop themselves cumming again, and this is where I remembered I’d pay the price later, as they would have much more stamina. What had I done?!

But the men were back to talking each other out of cumming, as the poor ragdoll under us just kept taking the invasions and cumming herself to oblivion. Every stroke more felt to me like it was too much for her, and yet she kept hanging on, until in a howl of noise, the two men came in quick succession, with me and Sara cumming shortly afterwards. In a masterpiece of timing, we all came in a short period and then we collapsed into a drained and exhausted heap.

After a quiet few moments in that heap, my husband pulled me off her, pulled the strap-on out of her asshole, removed it and the harness and laid me on the bed and Sara’s husband carried her and put her next to me in her used up state. We both had to rest for a few hours, because it was soon to be my turn. Sara slept; she was that used up. I didn’t sleep. I was way too excited to sleep, but I did need to rest my body in preparation for the onslaught ahead.

Double Penetration Heaven

28 March 2022 /

Mid-week was all about the men punishing each other’s assholes, and as a result, Sara and I getting to fuck each other rather a lot. Don’t get me wrong, Sara and I both got enough cock (and never from our own husband), but the focus later in the week switched to being all about the women being serviced by both cocks simultaneously. Now, Sara had never had more than one cock inside her at the same time and I had only ever had one cunt-mouth spit-roast (and that was at university and nothing since). Here, we had two willing cocks, and a number of combinations to use on each of us.

Given Sara admitted to being a little scared, I offered to go first. My dream of ages was for a double penetration of cunt and ass, so started there, with my husband in my ass (and fondling my tits from behind) and Sara’s in my cunt (kissing me and pulling apart my ass cheeks from the front).

I had dreamed about this even longer than I dreamed about my husband’s asshole being filled by a real cock, and imminently, little old me was about to be double skewered by two thrusting gods with cocks harder and larger than I dare imagine.

Sara’s job was fluffer, preparing the two cocks with her mouth and then lubing my husband’s cock up in preparation for my ass, whilst lubing my asshole and occasionally kissing me.

She was all done, and my husband sat back on the chaise, his cock aiming straight up, and his hands poised to hold on to my tits. Sara’s husband guided me backwards, holding my cheeks apart as I lowered onto my husband’s cock, him teasing my asshole until it swallowed his glans, and then I used gravity to slide down fully on to it. Sara guided her husband’s cock to the entrance of my cunt, as my husband grabbed onto my tits to hold me in place. Then, her husband pushed on in, still pulling my ass cheeks apart sometimes so hard that it hurt.

Wow, I was so full. Two living throbbing cylinders invading my front and back entrances. I was in heaven, just feeling the pulses of these two cum spewers, and this was before they started their motion.

They started on opposing motion (talking all the time to synchronise their motion), so as my husband drove in, Sara’s husband pulled out. It was a bit of a head fuck, as it felt like the throbbing cylinder was passing through my insides as it transferred.

I quite enjoyed it, but it was eclipsed by the feelings of them both withdrawing and both re-entering at the same time. I had that magical “very full” to “very empty” feeling which I absolutely loved. I think the men realised that was the one, because they stuck with it as they increased the pace. As they were thrusting in, it felt like they were ripping me apart with every drive, and I didn’t care if they were: it felt fucking amazing.

I was completely engulfed in the feelings, in the motion, in the arousal, and I didn’t realise that neither cock was anywhere near cumming. The men were focussing so hard on keeping in time, to really ensure I was experiencing the emptiness to the max, that they were delaying their orgasms because of their concentration. The result was that my cunt and asshole were fucked almost to the point that they were sore. In the process, they made me cum a few times (four Sara told me) before they came, and in an amazing piece of self-control, they managed to synchronise their cocks growing and their cumming, so both holes were being sprayed with cum at the same time.

Amazing and exhausting, and when they had finished, Sara sucked their cocks clean, and then they both sucked on her cunt and tits to give her some orgasms. All this time, I was left with empty holes in a happy daze, just pleased to achieve my DP goal, and so early in proceedings.

And later that day, when the men had recovered, it was Sara’s turn to have her first DP. She chose an ass-mouth spit roast, with the added bonus of me firmly holding a wand on her clit throughout the entire thing. She didn’t want this to be a blow job, this was to be a fairly brutal face fuck where the man was in charge, not her. I’ve never done that before, but it is what Sara wanted, and so the men provided. She knew her husband could provide the degrading face fuck, so my husband got to plough into her asshole (his favourite anyway).

So, fluffer Mira prepared Sara’s asshole and the two cocks and she got on all fours ready to go. I held her ass cheeks apart whilst my husband pushed his cock into her asshole, a place it was well used to being by now. Once he was in, I let go of her cheeks and got the wand to apply to her clit. Her husband was on his knees in front of her with his hardening cock right by her face. She sucked it into her mouth, and he put his hands either side of her face to hold, whilst I applied the wand to her clit.

The two men started their motions again with the alternating movements, and even though her head was being held in place as he fucked her mouth, her body had a graceful movement about how it rode the driving patterns. As they did with me, they stopped and began driving in and out in time with each other, but unlike me, it was clear from her movements that Sara preferred the alternate pattern, so they soon switched back and got her body moving in time with them again. Her bodily swaying was exacerbated by her getting near to cum by the wand, and her body’s attempts to escape were thwarted by my husband holding her hips increasingly tightly. With two vice like grips from the men and unrelenting pressure on her clit from me, she had nowhere to go. With my husband slamming at full speed into her asshole (using his grip of her hips to power his drive) and with her own husband’s relentless powering into her mouth (in an uncompromising way), a flood of clit orgasms from the wand washing over her was really blowing her mind.

And what she failed to work out was that as she was second, the men would have much more stamina and would be able to keep this up probably far longer than she could cope with. As the orgasms crashed over her, her limbs gave way, but the vice like grip of the men held her in place for them to carry on. She was far from done. I only hoped she could take it.

After a substantial period of time, Sara looked totally wrecked, but her body was still being used by our two husbands, who were fucking Sara exactly how she wanted. With a simultaneous relentless ass fuck and a brutal face fuck, they were fucking her far longer than she expected, so her body had given up. Just for a moment whilst I was punishing her clit for existing with yet another building orgasm, I smiled at this totally used up slut before me, in comparison with the perfect professional I first knew her as. I was awoken from my daydream not by her cumming again (which she did), but by her husband admitting he was having trouble not cumming. Cue my husband both trying to talk him into delaying cumming, whilst taking the brakes off himself and allowing his orgasm to build.

Her resistance to cumming herself had all gone, so I had a chance to make her cum at the same time, probably finishing my husband off. So, with determination, I focussed again on her body’s little movements to gauge how near she was, and as the men shouted how close they were, I forced the wand hard on to her clit and got her cumming, the squeezing of her asshole caused my husband to lose it and as he yelled, her own husband just let go.

There were two cocks pumping cum into her and a very wet sheet under her from where she came a lot. And then it was all over, their cocks shrinking out of her, and them putting her down in a heap, her very sore enlarged and throbbing clit still showing.

She seemed to be in a daze like I was, like all the orgasms and sensations overwhelmed her. I was determined to try that combination myself, as although the face fuck seemed unpleasant, she later said it was all part of the experience and she encouraged me to try it. But obviously not today, as the men were all out of cum.

The difference between the two DPs was clear. Mine wasn’t degrading like hers was, even though the emotions from both were overwhelming, the longevity was past what our bodies could really take, and we were both sore and aching from the experience. As I lay in bed later that night, I realised I needed to be degraded like she was, just to know what it was like, and I knew the opportunity was just around the corner. I could hardly wait.

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