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Paying His Debt (Part One)

8 August 2026 / / 7 Comments

It hadn’t taken long for Stacey to be naked, bent over the kitchen worktop and for her cunt to be penetrated from behind by my husband’s hardening meaty cock. As his nudges turned into pushes which turned into slams, his cock continued to hardened and lengthen, and he was rubbing inside her cunt perfectly. He knew what he was doing.

It was only a few minutes before that Stacey walked through the village wearing just a summery dress, white with yellow flowers, and bright yellow shoes. She just had a little cheap mascara on, no bra, so her 32H tits were hanging free, caged only by the thin fabric of the dress, but youth kept them in an appealing shape and her pronounced nipples were very visible. No panties as well, so the breeze was gently caressing her lips and ass as she walked, and risking blowing her dress up and showing the village her naked cunt and ass. She loved airing her cunt, and she loved the danger of a unpredictable breeze, and our discussion last night about being pantyless 24/7 had certainly set some thoughts going in her head.

But she was walking across the village to pay the debt her boyfriend owed for me allowing him to fuck my asshole the previous night. She was walking across the village to get herself fucked. That makes it sound like she was under duress, that she didn’t want to be fucked. She did. She absolutely did, and all this had all fallen beautifully for her.

She was oohing and aahing as his perfect rhythm had her cunt’s full attention, his cock already filling her cunt, which was already building an orgasm, already craving that flooding release. She had guessed that as soon as she got to my house, my husband would quickly relieve her of both her bra and panties. He already had her teeny tiny red thong from their first fuck, and she guessed she wasn’t going to get that back, so she didn’t want to give him any more underwear. Her cunt yes, her bra and panties no. Added to that, she always gets extra horny when she’s out and about not wearing underwear, not that she needed to be more horny.

She was well up for this fuck, her second fuck with my husband, her second fuck after the beach-style one under her dress with her boyfriend in the room in the pub the night before. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but ever since she started fucking, she had a thing about more mature cock, about men who knew how to pleasure a woman properly whilst fucking them hard. In her experience, mature men knew how to fuck her perfectly deep and long, to make her legs not able to hold her own weight, how to properly ruin a girl, and whenever she fucked, she wanted to be completely and utterly ruined, and nothing says ruined like streaked mascara.

And being only 18, she was so keen to get more fuck experiences with more mature men, to get ruined by more mature men. I’m not sure my husband will like the “mature” label, but he is, literally, old enough to be her father, but he likes nubile young flesh and she likes mature cock, so it was a perfect match. Just the fact she was going to get fucked by someone a fair bit older had her dripping at the thought, that beach-style fuck the previous day was heaven, so she couldn’t wait for what he would do to her when he was unleashed and uninhibited. So as well as wanting to pay her boyfriend’s debt off, as well as wanting to be well fucked by this mature man, she wanted to be perfectly slutty for him. And ruined by him, always that.

And in moments, she was naked, in minutes he’d groped her tits and then bent her over the worktop in a matter of fact way, and pushed his cock in. Before he left the pub the previous night, he whispered to her that he owned her cunt until she had totally repaid the debt, and in those few moments, he proved it, he just filled the cunt that he temporarily owned. He just moved her as he wanted and penetrated her as he wanted. No niceties, he just did what he liked. And she loved it.

She had let herself in to our house, as instructed, and she found my husband in the kitchen, preparing vegetables for dinner. They smiled at each other, leant in for a kiss that very quickly turned into a frenzied full face tongues snog, and when that broke, he removed her dress, lifting the bottom hem and taking the whole thing off over her head. Discarding it onto the floor, he took in every drop of her naked body, her twirling to show him her ass before completing the circle and facing him again, tits heaving as she breathed. He reached forwards and took a 32H tit in each hand, caressing it and using his thumbs to trace her nipples. He told her she looked beautiful and after a while, put one hand to her ass to hold her in place and the other to her cunt, to see how ready to fuck she was. She was almost dripping. If she had rubbed her cunt on some fabric, she would have left a trail.

It was that almost dripping that made him just plough his cock right into her cunt, confident it would just slip in on her stickiness. It did, her cunt happily accepting his hardening cock without any warm up, her horniness was enough.

Before he did that though, without washing his hands, he carried on with his vegetables, and asked her about her history of being fucked, about how she lost her virginity, about how she took the deal for paying for her husband’s ass fucks with her cunt so easily.

She snuggled up behind him as she answered, with one hand round his waist and the other to his cock, gently rubbing it through his shorts. She told him lost her virginity to one of her father’s friends. She’d been repeatedly fucked by most of her father’s friends over a few months, and he didn’t know. Her mother did, which is why she took Stacey to have a Mirena coil fitted, and her consenting was important because the men needed it to legally fuck her. Her mother called it “being practical”. Stacey just happily rode cock after cock, drained the cum from cock after cock, had them spurting into her cunt over and over. It’s where her love of sex with older men started. Like mother like daughter, Stacey found out her mother was also fucked by the same group of friends, and had been repeatedly for years and years. She still is. She loves it as much as her daughter. Her father doesn’t know that either.

Stacey still fucks them all at times, I mean a girl has needs, but she does love her boyfriend, which is why this payment fucking is ideal, because she has to be fucked because he fucks someone else. A perfect arrangement for her.

A perfect arrangement that meant right now, her cunt was repeatedly filled by a more experienced cock, a chubby, hard, long cock, a challenging cock.

My husband was her tenth all time cock, and the other nine all repeatedly fuck her. It almost sounded like she was pleading, and my husband just smiled and asked if she was begging to repeatedly be his slut? She had a big smile, wide eyes, and over-excitedly announced yes, yes! He told her if she was a good fuck, if she lived up to being called a slut, if he enjoyed fucking her, then he would committed to repeatedly fucking her, and of course, her having to pay for her boyfriend’s ass fucks was just a big glorious excuse to get herself fucked by some mature, sexually well versed and experienced people.

My husband’s cock grew with her tender rubs, and she stopped long enough to drop his shorts to the kitchen floor, before recommencing rubbing directly on his cock. Once he was very hard, he manoeuvred her round to be bent over the kitchen worktop, he moved her feet apart with his feet, and he lined his glans up with her dripping cunt, and just pushed it between her lips and fully into her cunt with tender strokes, eventually driving in as far in as he could and driving her body up off the worktop.

His hand pushed her back down and held her in place as he started fucking, slam after slam, split by only leaving his glans in her cunt. Each stroke was rubbing inside her cunt, the ease with which he controlled and tormented her cunt was shocking to her, her focus totally on what his cock was doing to her poor innocent cunt. It was raw and quite emotional, and quite simply a damned hard good fuck. She felt an orgasm quickly arriving, as she was so hyped up and horny.

She almost came on the spot from him telling her she had several hours of fucking to go before her debt was paid, so she’d better start cumming like the slut she is, like the Good Girl she is. He dragged an orgasm out of her quite quickly, and then ignored her quivering and shaking, and carrying on fucking her whilst she came, whilst she was at the emotional peak, whilst she craved comfort, but all she had was more hard unrelenting fucking.

And pinned down to the kitchen worktop, he just made her cum to his will, his cock hard, enormous but showing no sign of cumming, whilst it rubbed inside her cunt, tormenting the inner parts of her clit, using that rubbing to extract more and more cum out of her.

Her squeezes were in vain, his cock not giving in so easily. In the end, well after her strength ebbed away, well after her ability to hold back an orgasm had long left her, well after she’d given up trying to force him to cum, his cock twitched, and then spewed load after load of his cum deep inter her well fucked cunt. When he was done, he hauled her body off the worktop and grabbed a tit in each hand, groping, squeezing and twisting them from behind like he owned them. They ended up quite tender, quite sensitive and well gripped. Only when he let them go did he pin her back down and feed his cum from her cunt into her eager mouth, one finger full at a time, her mouth tasting the rewards of her hard, deep fuck.

And once her cunt was cleared, they snuggled on the sofa and talked, him lightly masturbating her cunt the entire time, not vigorous, but gentle, and harsh enough to feel its effects, in juxtaposition to getting the comfort she craved. Boy, he was good, and she knew there was much more to cum.

An Eighteenth Birthday Present

27 July 2026 / / 8 Comments

It was a Friday night. Last orders had been called and Carla had ushered most of the clientele out of the pub. All that was left were a few of us free-use wives and husbands, Ella, her friend Stacey and Stacey’s boyfriend. It was his eighteenth birthday.

I was ready to go and have a hard session on Carla’s fucking machine. She’d been sexting me all day, telling me how nasty her fucking machine was going to be to me, to my asshole and cunt, how there was nothing loving about what this brute was going to put me through and how I had no choice to take every millimetre and every second of it. I was so hyped up, I was so ready.

But I had to wait for Carla, who was tidying up, and with the doors of the pub locked, the discussion between those of us remaining got filthy really quickly, resulting in Stacey telling of her boyfriend’s ample, hard cock, how her made her cum every single time, and how what he really wanted for his eighteenth birthday was anal, and she didn’t want to do that.

We tried to let her know what she was missing, we really did, but she wasn’t budging. I glanced at my husband, my husband at me, Anna at me and then, casually as if offering to make a quiche for a charity sale, Anna said what if one of us offered our asshole for him to fuck, as a birthday present. He looked shocked, Stacey looked surprised, and then, the surprise faded, a twinkle appeared in her eye, and with a loving touch to her boyfriend, looking at him deeply in the eyes, she said she’d be happy with that, and as she looked round the room, she stated, simply, matter of factly, that if he got an appetite for it, we’d have to let him service our assholes, as she’s not losing a great boyfriend because he got anal wanderlust.

We women were likely about to agree, but Rose’s husband spoke up, suggesting that, in the spirit of fairness, for each time Stacey’s boyfriend fucked one of us women’s assholes, her husband should get to fuck Stacey’s cunt. Call it payment for renting our his wife’s asshole, instead of letting her boyfriend fuck her own.

Stacey seemed happy with the plan, her boyfriend not so much. So, Stacey offered him a simple choice. Accept the deal, he gets assholes and other men get her cunt, or stop on about anal forever. Rose produced a bottle of lube and placed it on the table, ramping up pressure on him. He asked if Carla was included. Carla said yes, and offered the assistant barman to get the reward of fucking Stacey. The barman liked that idea.

Stacey’s boyfriend looked around, seemingly trying to find someone to say it was a bad idea, someone to say she was his girlfriend and his was the only cock that should fill her cunt. There was no one. It was the wrong crowd for that conversation. It felt to him like he was giving his girlfriend’s cunt away, almost too cheaply, and what was worse is that she seemed to think it was a good idea. Faced with these realities, he picked up the lube, and asked who would be first. I only heard four voices, and almost in unison, they said “Mira.” I’d been volunteered. Not that I minded. My asshole was his to use. Stacey suggested she’d fuck my husband the following day. He happily agreed.

As Carla pulled the pub curtains closed, I was helpfully arranged on one of the pub sofas, my skirt flipped up, my feet moved apart so my asshole was cock height, my ass exposed, my cunt just visible between my legs. Tanya took the lube and started lubing my asshole, Ella lubing Stacey’s boyfriend’s cock, which got instantly hard, not just because he was about to unexpectedly sodomise some poor woman, but that his girlfriend’s best friend was wanking his cock with lube, getting it ready for what was coming. Ella wanking him was a fantasy itself.

My husband moved his chair to get a better viewing angle for my ass fuck, and Stacey went and stood in front of his new position, facing away from him. She put her hands up under a dress, and only giving him a tiny flash of ass cheek, she slipped her teeny tiny fire red thong panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She crouched down to pick them up, turned and stuff them in his top pocket, then sat on his lap, making sure she wasn’t sitting on any part of her dress, making sure her naked ass was resting on his trousered lap. She felt his cock react, just as she hoped it would.

When both Stacey’s boyfriend’s cock and my asshole were well lubed, Anna took over, lining his cock up and gently, soothingly, talking him through penetrating my asshole, his first ever ass fuck. She kept him aligned as he nudged against my well-lubed pucker, his glans pushing in fairly easily. Anna stopped him from driving straight in, telling him to stop and let my asshole relax to accommodate his size, and he was getting bigger, the enormity of what he was doing was getting to his cock.

Once I was ready (she knew how to read me), she had him pull most of the way out, added more lube to his cock and told him to push in with constant pressure, only stopping when his balls touched my ass cheeks.

Stacey meanwhile had reached under her skirt, unzipped my husband’s fly, pulled out his cock and under cover of her dress, she was rubbing his glans against her cunt lips. He was growing like mad, and Stacey very soon just pushed his glans in through her cunt lips, his cock growing into her cunt, and once she had let go, she pushed down to get his cock as far into her as they could, without him thrusting.

The cock in my asshole was still getting harder, and was enormous, and Anna told him to start fucking, slowly at first, full length strokes, getting harder and faster over time, occasionally briefly stopping for a re-lube. As he got up to speed with my ass fuck, I looked over my shoulder, primarily to see him driving in, but past him, I saw Stacey, I saw her slow movements. I knew where my husband’s cock was. I’d done exactly the same movements on a beach when I was trying to get fucked without anyone realising. I also saw his hands grabbing at her clothed tits, briefly kneading them when he thought no one was looking. Stacey’s smile told me how much she was enjoying all this.

As Stacey’s boyfriend got properly up to speed and was slamming his balls into my ass cheeks hard and often, Ella reached under my body and pulled my tits out of my dress, his hard slamming movements making my tits snap backwards and forwards with every stroke, getting me more excited with every stroke.

He ploughed on hard, powered by the longevity of youth and the excitement of getting to fuck an asshole, but he ended up cumming pretty quickly. Disappointing, but it was his first time at anal and he was ridiculously excited and hard. The barman however very quickly volunteered to be next man in, realising I wasn’t done and needed more ass fucking. Tanya lubed him up, and Stacey’s boyfriend, with his rapidly softening cock still out, went back to kiss his girlfriend, who was still impaled on my husbands’ cock. Her boyfriend didn’t notice, such was how her dress was arranged and he settled in to watch my continued ass invasions.

Still impaled on my husband’s cock, and still making those tiny movements to keep his cock rock solid, Stacey and Ella stripped their tops off, their naked tits swinging and then crushing against each other as they kissed, not gentle pecks, but hard, tonguey snogs, lovers snogs. I could tell the barman was repeatedly glancing at them as his cock was getting even bigger in my asshole. I moaned, telling him he was so big, as I glanced back and saw my husband making the small movements now, as Stacey was preoccupied with snogging Ella. I knew my husband would want to play with those fantastic tits of Stacey’s, tits that were a glorious 32H, another fantastic swinging pair, just like my husband loves, but he knew Stacey’s boyfriend was watching occasionally now, so decided to wait until tomorrow, when she was officially all his. I noticed Stacey and Ella were watching us too, groping each other’s tits but not kissing now, all attention on the barman fucking my asshole hard.

I think Anna realised I was about to cum, as she knelt down beside me, and pushed three fingers into my naturally sloppy cunt, giving me something to clamp down on as I came. The barman didn’t slow down despite my moans and obvious cumming, and ploughed straight on as Anna withdrew her fingers now dripping with my juices, sucked on one herself, offered Stacey one to suck clean and offered the barman the last one.

As I came down from my orgasm, settling into a hard ass fuck again, I looked back to my husband clamping down on Stacey’s thighs with his hands and shuddering. He was cumming in her, her mouth opened as she felt him twitch and felt his cum spurting and collecting inside her, and as she closed it, she had the most massive dirty smile.

Once he was done, she lifted herself up just a touch whilst he put his cock away, and then she got up and went to snuggle with Ella, continuing their snogging, not like friends, but like lovers.

My husband came and crouched in front of me, his hand reaching round to roughly grab a tit, his other hand at the back of my head, and him gently kissing me as the barman drove into my asshole hard. I whispered in his ear “You came.” and he smiled and whispered back “So did she.” His light gentle affection at my face contrasted with his rough treatment of my tit and the hard pounding of my asshole.

It was a while of good hard sodomy before the barman came, and he came hard, spurting over and over, just as my husband had done in Stacey’s secret fuck. I was aware Tanya’s husband was being lubed up by Rose before becoming the next cock in my asshole, the final one before I left with Carla. Tanya’s husband managed to make me cum when he was so near, so my muscles squeezing was enough to finish him off too.

And then, Carla was done with closing up, so I left with her to get my fucking machine ordeal, my husband left with Anna, the other men left with their second wives, Stacey left with her boyfriend and Ella left with Rose’s husband, my second husband, as she volunteered to be the substitute fuck whilst I was being tormented by Carla.

That night, Stacey’s boyfriend came quickly, but he’d get better with practice, and it would give our men all the opportunities in the world to fuck Stacey. Starting with tomorrow. My husband would fuck her tomorrow, as she promised. Her boyfriend didn’t know he’d already fucked her, so agreed to the payment, and my husband, all the time he was fucking Anna that night, would be thinking about fucking Stacey and playing with her wondrous tits. Both Anna and I knew this, and didn’t care. To be frank, we both felt the same.

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