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The Waifs and Strays Club (Part One)

28 December 2025 / / 9 Comments

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.

What Have I Done?

26 November 2025 / / 5 Comments

Here I was naked, kneeling on a mattress on the floor, looking round at eight naked men standing round me like the points of a compass, cocks showing signs of life but being untouched.

My husband said later that I looked slightly scared, and to be honest, I was. Because I remembered what I had said, I remembered what I told my husband about one of my last unfulfilled fantasies. I remembered telling my husband I wanted to be that gang-bang girl, the one in the middle of a mass of men, the one that wouldn’t stop being fucked until all the cocks were finished, the one that would be made to cry because of the relentless action with no respite, the one that all the men would just use without mercy and without giving even a seconds thought for her.

I had my favourite porn video, one where a fluffer got the men ready (to keep up the pace of fucking the gang-bang girl), one with a mascara-streaked face (as was my current fetish), one where she started off quite active and ended up broken, limp, being moved and fucked by them. I guess it was my favourite because I knew that’s how I’d end up, this crap body not having the stamina to carry on actively.

And my husband had only gone and organised it. My big mouth had got me into trouble again. He tried to organise my dream gang-bang for my birthday, but the nine diaries didn’t align, but they did last week, perfectly timed to be a celebration of my 150th blog post.

The eight men were the free-use men (my husband, Anna’s, Rose’s and Tanya’s), my ex-boss (who fucks me fairly regularly anyway), Sara’s husband, Laura’s ex-husband (from our earlier days watching other couples) and my favourite customer (one who keeps coming back to me, mostly to fuck I think, but I do also improve his business).

The fluffer was Anna, who my husband said had made clear that she’d want to be the gang-bang girl at some point in the future. This time, Anna wasn’t to be touched or touch herself, her cunt was to be left aching and unsatisfied, her ass and tits ungroped. She could only use her hands and mouth in her role as fluffer, and she would have her work cut out, with eight cocks to deal with.

The recorder was Paula, documenting exactly what happened to me, for our personal record. Someone had to document it, and like Anna, Paula too wasn’t allowed to touch herself or be touched, her cunt, ass and tits all unused.

Until afterwards. My husband had agreed that Anna and Paula could fuck each other afterwards, in front of all the spent men. And I think the women would need it. The titillation, the smell of sex, my orgasms, the men’s cum, would all be like a mega edging session for them, and out of kindness, my husband agreed they would be each other’s relief, but only after the gang-bang was finished, and only in full view of the eight men. Paula and Anna would have a long wait.

So, with me looking slightly scared, my husband reminded me of the rules, my rules, the ones I told him:

The men do as they want. All three of my holes, my tits and ass cheeks, whatever they like, however they like. They don’t ask, they just move me and do what they want. They aren’t interested in my orgasms, just theirs.

Anna is fluffer and keeper of the lube, which she will apply as necessary. I can’t ask for lube, or anything else for that matter. And the only drink I can have is piss straight from Anna or Paula. As their cunts couldn’t be touched, this amounted to them pissing on my face and me opening my mouth in the desperate hope of catching some of it. The only food I could have is globules of male cum. If Anna thinks I haven’t orgasmed enough, she’s allowed to work my clit until I do, but again, I can’t ask, she just does.

I am nothing. They won’t stop until all eight cocks are spent, no more cum to extract, no more hardness to be had. Once they start, nothing can stop them, no one can stop them. All I have to do to start my dream gang-bang is to lean forward, pick up a cock and gently kiss the tip. Everyone was still, perfectly silent, apart from Anna and Paula who were drinking water, loading their bladders to be my drinks fountains.

I was a little scared as to what I had done. This was totally my fault. My big mouth. But I think everyone in that room knew that eventually, I’d kiss a glans, that I’d take the onslaught, that I’d be that gang-bang girl and that I’d love every second of it.

There was absolutely no point in delaying it, so with a deep breath, I leant forward towards my husband in front of me, picked up his cock and kissed his glans. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and called me a “Good Girl”. That always gets me horny and makes me feel proud. Then I felt someone grabs my tits, as my husband pushed his limp but hardening cock into my mouth, and within moments, my body was moved and I could hear Anna giving a hand job to a couple of cocks, one of which soon penetrated my cunt, and one my asshole, but only after Anna had lubed it up. My husband carried on stroking my hair as I sucked on his cock, his smile broad, his eyes loving, but distracted with what was happening to my lower half.

Within a minute, all three holes were filled, my tits were being groped, and my body was merely reacting to the thrusts it was feeling. The gentleness of the stroke of my hair was contrasted with the slamming of cocks into my cunt and ass, the soothing tones of him saying what a good girl I was and how I was going to take every drop of cum these eight stallions had contrasted with the mauling of my tits and the twisting of my nipples, my mouth filled with his hardening cock, my cunt and asshole alternating between being very full and being very empty. And this was only the start.

Other than my husband in front of me, his cock in my mouth and his hand ruffling my hair, I had no idea who was doing what to me, and soon, I even lost track of my husband, the daze of interaction, five or six points of sexual contact at a time, put me almost in a dream world, both knowing what was happening to my body, and not knowing. That dreamy feeling, interrupted by orgasms that were strong but ignored by the men, interrupted by piss on my face when Anna realised my mouth was dry, interrupted by squirts of lube into my asshole, interrupted by the pain of my nipples or clit being twisted, I was just riding cocks over and over.

This isn’t going to be a blow-by-blow account of what was done to me. Paula did make the notes for that, but I haven’t read them yet. I will do, at some point. But at the moment, I’m revelling in the memories. I can’t tell you how much cum I swallowed or had in my cunt or asshole. The groping never stopped too, my tits in particularly being heavily mauled. I remember having a brief respite while my ass was spanked (exactly 150 strikes with various implements apparently, honouring the blog post count). I remember cum drying on my tits, causing that tightening of the skin. I remember crying not through pain but through being overwhelmed with emotion and sensory input. I remember half of me wanting them to stop, hoping they would stop, but not asking them to stop, as the other half of me really didn’t want them to stop. I remember being totally broken, having no strength at all even to hold my arms up, but still being used on and on anyway.

But above all, I remember the elation at actually being that cum dumpster, that gang-bang girl I always wanted to be, and it was everything I hoped for and more. I have no idea how long the men went on for. Felt like weeks, it was relentless and all consuming. But they did me proud.

And I did them proud. As they put me to bed in the cum streaked, piss covered, mascara run mess that I was, I had completed the task. They were all spent. There was no more cum to be had, no more hardness to use. I’d done it.

And despite what I thought might happen, I felt every stroke, every grab, every squeeze, every throb. I thought I might become desensitised to it all, but I didn’t. I felt everything, I felt alive, I felt so very used, I felt amazing.

He left me to sleep in the morning, and as I awoke, I knew I’d been gang-banged. My jaw was aching, my tits were tender, my asshole was sore and my cunt was messy and oozing cum. And I still felt amazing, still on a massive high. He told me how beautiful I looked in this state, whilst he stroked my hair and cuddled me. I felt so loved, and as he reminded me that he’d shortly be giving me my morning sodomy session, he asked me whether I wanted to be that gang-bang girl again? I nodded  and smiled broadly. Still stroking my hair, he said “Good Girl”, before suggesting he’d need to find a couple of more men, as I wasn’t totally used up this time. Wow, that would make even more of a mess of me than I was this time, and I guessed that was what he wanted. I snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, happy to take ten cocks next time if he wanted me to.

Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part Two)

25 October 2025 /

Carla was bent forwards over the arm of her patio furniture, lit only by the moonlight. She was naked from the waist up, her tits hanging and gently swinging in anticipation of what was about to happen. Her skirt was up around her waist and her legs spread enough to have her cunt flaps visible and just a hint of ass pucker showing. She was ready.

I was lubing up a big dildo, which I had already put into the strap-on harness I was wearing. My body was feeling good, so it was ready. The dildo was nearly lubed, so it was nearly ready.

When we got home, I told Carla of my desire to fuck her outside, so Carla took me out into her back garden, lifted my skirt up, arranged me to allow her to lick my cunt and asshole. Despite the delay, she did get a little of my husband’s cum from my asshole, and she certainly got a load of the barman’s cum from my cunt, as she diligently and effectively cleaned me up, under clear moonlight. I’m sure we could have been seen, but there was no sign of movement nearby.

When she finally stopped licking me clean (having given me the couple of orgasms I didn’t have when my husband was ass fucking me earlier), I went inside and emerged a short time later with the strap-on gear on, which looked really good with my white stockings and suspenders. I was otherwise naked, my tits about to be swung around as I fucked her, me hoping for that feeling of aching from my swinging tits that signified they had been swung around a lot and viciously. I ordered Carla to strip apart from her skirt and arrange herself as I liked. In a frenzy, she did so, almost shivering with anticipation. So obviously, I lubed the dildo attached to me in the most sexual manner that I could, in her full view, licking my lips and almost masturbating it. She was shaking and whimpering. The build-up was exquisite. I just hope my body could survive the distance with the physical and vigorous fucking I had planned.

When the dildo was lubed to my satisfaction, I ordered her to spread her ass cheeks, revealing her quivering pucker to me. I’d fuck her cunt later, but first, her asshole would be mine. I squirted some lube onto it, the cold sticky liquid making her jump, and then I rubbed it in with a couple of fingers, firstly rubbing her pucker and then pushing the fingers in through her pucker. Another couple of squirts and she was ready, so I removed my fingers and replaced it with the dildo’s glans, rubbing it against her pucker as you would a real cock.

Her asshole was very welcoming and soon opened up and sucked in the glans. And then, gently but firmly and in one consistent movement, I pushed the dildo all the way in, until the balls mashed into her ass cheeks. She reared up a little, but pushed back as she would need to when I slammed it over and over.

As we paused in the moonlight, her asshole well filled, her tits swinging, she whispered, begged, pleaded to have her ass well fucked. I grabbed onto her hips, tightly using them for leverage, and then I started moving. I went from fully in to glans only in with every stroke, slamming the balls into her ass cheeks every time, the rhythm such that she was still trying to return her body to position when the next slam occurred.

I was cumming hard. Whenever I use a strap-on with my harness, I part my lips to allow my clit to rub on the dildo, and the action makes my clit rub continuously and it forces me to cum continuously for a bit anyway. But I’ve learned to both enjoy those long orgasms and continue fucking the poor recipients asshole. I really don’t think Carla knew, but I’ve cum like this enough to know to carry on as if I wasn’t.

Carla however wasn’t cumming yet but was getting noisier, so I hissed that she needed to shut the fuck up and take this vicious pounding like the sodomy slut that she is, yet be as quiet as a mouse. She tried to hold the sound back, but it was such a struggle, and that struggle, that focus on noise meant she lost focus on her orgasm, lost control of her orgasm and she came, almost instantly. As I continued the full length slams, she tried to regain control, and with it the noise increased again, so I spanked her ass cheek as best I could without losing rhythm and forcefully hissed “Quiet!” and in her confusion, she came again.

I’d stopped cumming by this point, and thus I could focus better on the rhythm, on the slams. As she started to get louder again, I let go of her hips and lent forwards a little. This reduced the length of the strokes, but allowed me to roughly grab one of her tits in each hand and maul them, squeezing, pulling, twisting. I felt how hard her nipples were, and when she was near cumming again, I let go of her tits, grabbed a nipple with each hand and twisted hard. She cried out, not in pain, but in the strength of the orgasm and the overwhelming nature of the bliss that washed over her.

I wanted to retain enough strength to strap-on fuck her cunt later, so I stopped there, us collapsing in a heap on the furniture, the dildo still buried balls deep in her asshole, my hand having a firm grip on her tits.

I felt the gentle throb is muscle ache in my tits, and that made me happy. My tits had been swinging well, and I love that.

I kissed her neck, telling her what a good little sodomy slut she was, and she giggled, like that schoolgirl again. This took me back to that pub and made me think of Rose, her poor asshole being fucked by my husband’s cock, enormous because he had the video of my fucking machine fuck still fresh in his memory.

I was broken from my daydream by a noise behind me. We both looked round to see a hedgehog snuffling round in the gloom. We rotated, with Carla’s ass still impaled on the dildo, and we sat, my hands regrabbing her tits, watching the hedgehog go about its business, the calmness in stark contrast with the frenzy of five minutes ago.

Once the hedgehog had gone, I began manhandling her tits again, squeezing and pulling at them, all the time, the dildo still being completely impaled in her ass. I whispered in her ear that my poor sodomy slut needed some anal cowgirl, and without acknowledging what I said, she set about rearranging us to allow to move as she needed to.

I can totally see why my husband loves cowgirl, as her tits bouncing up and down as her ass rode my strap-on dildo was mesmerising. I pawed at her tits a bit more, but was mostly absorbed by the rhythmic bouncing of her magnificent tits.

I held a finger out, so that with every bounce of her body, the tip of my finger brushed her uncovered clit. She wasn’t far from cumming again, my mouth reminding her that she wasn’t deserving of another orgasm. She was. She begged. She pleaded. She came.

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part Two)

16 March 2025 /

I awoke to a sharp chill, aware that the quilt had been removed. I opened my eyes enough to see Tanya’s husband looking up and down my body. He started asking how I felt, whilst inspecting my messy body, parting my legs to look at my cum trashed cunt, before closing them and parting my ass cheeks, which were near the edge of the bed. He only had to move my body a few inches to get my ass right to the edge again, and he began lubing my asshole up, drooling on it to really demean me. All the men knew how to properly lube an asshole, and in no time at all, he was pressing his glans against my ass pucker for some sideways sodomy, my pucker slowly opening and my asshole sucking his glans in. He was only partially hard whilst doing this, but quickly hardened up as I sucked him in.

Soon, he was all the way in, and he grabbed my hip and waist to get a good hold and to emphasise his drive. Tanya’s husband doesn’t last long with anal, he gets too excited. And as he slammed in with all the force he could muster, his cock grew to stretch my asshole with each stroke. I think the noise I made as he overfilled my asshole finally did him in, and he grew again (almost too big), and then spewed cum into my asshole, then pulling out so the rest was sprayed over my asshole and ass crack. I already had loads of dried cum over my cunt and ass crack, what’s the difference with adding a load more? He was tender and kind with me before he left and I drifted off again. I had repeatedly done this during the day, as I wasn’t well, but was the allocated free-use woman to fuck for that day, as I am every Friday, and I was the one who came up with the rule that minor illness wasn’t enough to stop free-use. As I drifted off, I resolved to keep my stupid ideas to myself in the future (which we all know won’t happen), but was happy as I figured more cock would penetrate me later, as it always does on a Friday.

I woke up a while later, almost disappointed there was no man waiting to fuck me. I just about got myself downstairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass of squash to quench my thirst. As I was drinking it, Rose’s husband let himself in and found me in this state. Dress down off my tits and up leaving my cunt visible, covered in cum (as was my ass crack and asshole), with more cum dripping out of my cunt.

I knew that he would love to say something about my state, but he wasn’t allowed to. So, we ended up talking about me feeling ill, while with no sympathy at all, he arranged me over the kitchen sink, my tits tantalisingly close to being dunked in the washing-up water. His glans was pushed to my cummy cunt lips, rubbing cum up and down my crack before the glans pushed into my cunt. His strokes were very long, very deliberate. With each thrusting movement, my tits did dunk in the water, something I enjoy enormously.

The dunking and the cummyness added to the sensations in my cunt to start building another orgasm quicker than I expected. That orgasm broke, yet he didn’t slow down, didn’t break rhythm, as he treated my orgasm with disdain. I had no respite, as my orgasm started to build again immediately, this time mirroring the hardness and size of his cock. As his cock got enormous, I felt him place a hand in the small of my back, pushing on my back and making my tits stay in the water as he came, and then I did a few moments later. His first cum spurt was in me, and then he had his glans in the base of my ass crack, cock aimed up the crack and he emptied the rest of his load all up my ass crack, totally obscuring my ass pucker from view.

I was aware of another man behind me, and realised Rose’s husband was about to hand me off to Anna’s husband, the two men manoeuvring me across the kitchen and bending me over the table, my dripping tits pressed into the table, and my feet so much further apart. The two men spat on my cummy asshole, before lubing it and Anna’s husband’s cock up. Rose’s husband held my ass cheeks open, giving Anna’s husband perfect access to my asshole, which was at perfect cock height and I felt once again a glans pressing against my very cummy pucker.

With hands still holding my cheeks open, he pushed his cock so it was balls deep in my asshole. He then grabbed onto the top of my thighs and braced against me to drive his cock into my asshole at pace. It was already hard and girthy, but he was showing no signs of stopping, no signs of cumming. My body moved with every slam, taking every bit of cock that it could. There was a lovely monotony to the feeling, really accentuating the free-use vibe.

When finally he came, I didn’t get to feel the throb, as he pulled out and deposited his whole load all over my ass, a circular covering of cum, coating my cheeks, crack and pucker.

And then as soon as they were there, they disappeared, just leaving me there in a cummy mess bent over the kitchen table, too tired to move, no chance to cover up, no dignity left.

Some time later, I awoke, still bent over the table, to the sound of two voices, my husband’s and Anna’s. I heard a squelching noise, which sounded like lube and I then felt two more hands opening my ass cheeks and yet another glans pressing at my pucker.

As the cock pushed in, the two hands (which were Anna’s) kneaded at my ass cheeks, and soon, my husband was the latest man that day to fuck my asshole with all he could manage, his cock getting almost frighteningly large and hard. I heard kissing, him and Anna kissing, proper frenzied kissing like those first young love snogs, all the while he drove into my asshole, with a metronomic rhythm. I felt like I was in an almost trance-like state as the rhythmic penetration almost made me zone out. I came out of the trace to feel his cock get really hard, ready to cum hard, but I only felt one single pulse, as the rest of his cum was deposited on my ass.

I hadn’t cum, and I had barely felt him cum. It felt like free-use at its best.

As I lay there an even less dignified cummy mess, I heard Anna slurping on his cock, cleaning his cock up. I couldn’t be arsed to look – I just lay there in my messy cum covered glory.

I then heard them take pictures, Anna’s hands opening my ass cheeks or cunt and moving me to get a good view. He said I needed to see, and when I wasn’t ill and was horny, I looked. Wow, it was amazing. I was splattered with cum, strings of creamy cum decorating my cunt and ass. And the disconnect, the disregard, the use, the undignified way I ended up was delicious. It felt like it wasn’t me, even though I knew it was. It was unreal. It was marvellous.

After they took their pictures, Anna started cleaning me with her tongue, taking her time and cleaning every drop of cum from my body, getting her tongue right into my asshole and cunt to clear as much from there as possible (and giving my clit a workover and making me cum “by accident” in the process). Once I was externally cleared of cum, they carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed.

I later found out a few things about that day. Firstly, he had a discussion with me in the morning about me being free-used that day, and I had said, almost nonchalantly, that I’d take whatever they gave me. So he put that message on the group chat and that is what they did. When he finally tucked me into bed, he put a black heart on the chat, meaning I was out of bounds for the night. He fucked Anna that night, and he and Anna’s husband double penetrated her as well – cunt and ass swapping half way through. I slept. I’d been fucked enough.

To me, this was one of the best free-use sessions I’ve had to date. So much cock, so much cum, so much ignoring of my situation, so much indignity. I mean, I was plastered in cum and just fucked anyway by the next cock in line, each just adding more cum to the mess. The coordinated splattering with cum was just divine, I was fucked so much, I was used without regard, my situation ignored, my dignity ignored and I absolutely adored it.

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