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Pegtember: The Final Stretch (Update 7)

31 October 2026 / / 0 Comments

The end was near, his asshole now took the whole alien, and there was a queue to use it long and hard on his poor month-long abused asshole.

Sunday (27th) and Paula, Ella and Stacey all did sloppy analingus, hoping their efforts would get him to the end of the challenge. Laura and Victoria fucked me again in the morning, and when I got home, he gave me my Submissive Sodomy, and then we snuggled, and I did a check-in with him, to see he was doing OK, which he was. He’s remarkable really.

But I wasn’t there long. I was away for the night again that evening, this time to be used by Sara’s husband and three friends of his, a simple wife swap that allowed Sara another night of pegging my husband. I was to be subjected to endless spit roasts, double penetrations and ass fucks, only broken up by tit worship and cunt licking while their cocks recovered, and any time my cunt wasn’t filled by a cock, it was to be filled by Sara’s used and unwashed panties instead, it was stuffed with multiple pairs to keep it full. And Sara provided the dripping panties for my husband too, worn and wanked into for most of the week, to give him something to suck while they ploughed into his asshole with the alien, with that nobbled monster.

And by the time Sara, Helen and Carla had finished, they were almost full-speed pegging him. Almost, but not quite, and they thought he had had enough with the speed they got up to. Sara spent the night with him, enjoying having the tentacle in his ass and held in place with her by the straps, and enjoying him still being caged overnight.

Monday (28th) and in the morning, Sara gave my husband a dose of Submissive Sodomy, with him still having the cage on, before removing the cage so he could give her a dose of Submissive Sodomy.

She got some sleep. I didn’t. I was literally double-teamed all night, and just before I left, they each gave me a dose of Submissive Sodomy. I was exhausted, so exhausted that my husband had to carry me out of the car and upstairs to bed. And then, before I could sleep, before he allowed me to sleep, he too gave me a long hard dose of Submissive Sodomy. He told me I deserved it. I probably did.

When I finally awoke, I heard the clear sounds of an implement striking an ass, over and over. I heard female voices chatting and encouraging, I overheard a grunt, probably male, with every strike. I knew what was happening. My husband’s ass, that had been through so much, was now receiving a harsh and sustained spanking. I listened to the bubbling female noises, I listened to the ass flesh slaps, I listened to the male grunts, enjoying the mental picture the sounds were inducing in my brain. God, I needed to be spanked.

I wanted to go downstairs, to go to watch his asses destruction, but I was still broken. Eventually, I heard some footsteps upstairs and Ella came in, tits swinging, a three inch deep skirt in place, her gorgeous moist cunt on show. She got on the bed with me, and cuddled me, our tits clashing, as she asked how I felt. Broken was the answer. Well, the girls were taking care of his ass, whilst she was taking care of me. As our tits squashed, as we snuggled, as we kissed, she told me of the havoc being wreaked on his ass cheeks, the dozens of strokes with my wooden paddle with studs spelling the word “Slut”, the dozens more wraparound strokes with my tawse, and they were just starting with the buckle end of his belt and a real horse riding crop when Ella came upstairs.

The punishment of his ass was nasty, vicious, in total contrast with Ella licking my cunt out, which was gentle, beautiful and made me feel really loved, a love accented by the continued rhythm of strokes on my husband’s ass. Eventually they stopped striking his ass, eventually Ella’s tongue stopped caressing my cunt, and I heard Tanya demand his asshole be lubed, Carla warning them to keep the lube off his cheeks as no one wants any soothing for his spanked cheeks.

And then I started hearing Tanya grunt as she pegged him, the slaps on his ass of her body on his with each stroke, and I heard the others encouraging her and trash talking him, telling him he took the spanking like a girl and now needs to take a nasty pegging like a girl too. I was so turned on by what I was hearing that I gushed all over Ella’s face. She looked up, a glossy coating on her face, smiled broadly, and then put her head back down and carried on licking. Good girl!

I heard mention of the tentacle and slamming hard, the women swapped over and over to keep up force and power, he grunted, he moaned, but he didn’t say a word. His asshole was theirs to do with, as they had every day so far of this month. I heard mention of the alien, and hard pegging. I heard them tell him to suck on the alien as they continued their slamming warm-up with the tentacle. I really wasn’t paying attention to my orgasms, just excited by what was happening downstairs, and Ella got another faceful of squirt, and carried on again. She wanted a third.

I had a text, which I read whilst Ella licked me and whilst I was hearing the performance downstairs. Nikki was coming back, and apparently at some point in the near future, I’d have to fuck the FWB she put off to come here, me fucking him would be an apology for Nikki not being there for their planned fuck. The FWB moaned, and she offered my cunt and asshole, and she knew I’d be happy to do it.

I heard cheers as Poppy got the alien all the way in, and started increasing her fucking speed. Full speed alien fucks followed, as each of the women did a hundred full speed slams, my husband just taking it, just as I always just take it.

Ella went back down to suck his cock clear of cum just as soon as they finished, and then to do the loving tentacle spoon, whilst my cunt was licked out by Poppy, only interrupted by a breeding session with the farm hand and his mate, Poppy acting as my fluffer, before recommencing the licking of my cunt, now tasting two men’s cum as well as my liberal sticky juices. And Poppy snuggled and kissed me whilst going to sleep, with Ella doing the same to my husband, all on the same bed.

Tuesday (29th) saw Ella and Poppy doing his sloppy analingus, before Poppy slipped off to get fucked by Tanya’s husband, Rose’s husband did two rounds of Submissive Sodomy on me whilst still on the same bed, my husband did two rounds of Submissive Sodomy with Ella, and then after a nice long stint of snuggling with our sodomisers, my husband used my vicious wand to rip orgasm after orgasm out of Ella’s clit, not loving, but clinical, harsh orgasms, that left her barely able to walk. And then, they turned the wand on my clit and did the same. And then they left us to recover, whilst Rose’s husband was second man into Poppy’s cunt that hour and my husband went to dirty fuck both Anna’s cunt and asshole, switching at his will, making her beg for her orgasms, his dirty hard cock pounding her asshole and cunt for a long long time.

Ella had to go off and do more uni work, so that evening, with Nikki, was Anna and Stacey, the latter’s cunt freshly fucked by Anna’s and Tanya’s husbands, as yet more payment for her boyfriends ass-fucking exploits. Di’s skirt was put on him again, together with a tiny shocking pink G-string which Nikki had brought, a G-string she had borrowed from her sexy female neighbour who worked in it, went to the gym in it and slept in it for a whole week.

Nikki’s white cotton innocent panties were worn for about the same time, they were dripping, fragrant and pushed into his mouth as the tentacle hour happened, and then they got full-speed pegging with the alien, accelerating from slow warm-up very quickly. He had about fifty minutes with the alien, before we all wore ourselves out, and Nikki did the cock draining, tentacle penetrating spoon cuddles with him overnight, and I went off with Anna for a loving snuggling session, only interrupted by the farm hand breeding each of us and his mate sodomising the other one. Anna and I slept in each other’s arms.

Wednesday (30th), the last day of the challenge, began with Nikki and Helen doing his sloppy rimming, whilst Anna and Ella licked me to orgasm again and again. Apparently, they felt I needed them. I bloody did.

And my husband sodomised Nikki, shortly before fucking her cunt with his dirty cock, and she left with hers and her neighbour’s panties. Shortly after, Tasha arrived to wax his legs again, to ensure his legs were perfectly smooth for his final pegging, and she ended up masturbating his cock with Paula’s daughters panties. And then, naked from the waist down as usual for a waxing, she made him suck on the cum-filled panties as she was very precise with her waxing. She wanted his presentation to be perfect for this final ordeal.

Rose’s husband came in, looking for me to fuck, but I wasn’t there, so he pulled Tasha over the arm of the chair, spread her legs slightly and just ploughed straight in. I think he forgot she wasn’t a free-use vixen, but she rode his cock anyway, cumming several times and then making him cum. Then, after finishing my husband’s leg waxing, he bent her over the same arm and fucked her asshole, long, controlled, hard, intense, and whilst my husband was licking her cunt and ass clean, she told her husband what fucking she’d just had, and she told him she’d be fucking my husband’s asshole later, and the best her own husband could hope for was being wanked into the bin again. He felt demeaned when she did that, but it made him very very attentive.

So, with cock cage and schoolgirl skirt in place, Tasha, Helen, Ella, Stacey and me began his last pegging. One dildo in, he had achieved the goal, but we were not done. Some warm-ups, and hour of the tentacle and then well over a full hour of top-speed, full-length alien penetration, the five of us fucking his asshole like it was the last time we ever would. It took it, of course it did, his amazing asshole taking each and every stroke, each and every stretch, each and every flick of his pucker with the same enthusiasm as he took the first. Well over fifty hours of pegging over the last thirty days, and when all five of us were done, we excitedly cheered and cuddled him, Ella draining his cock, and Tasha giving the loving overnight snuggling with him, only with the alien not the tentacle in his asshole overnight, and his cock still caged, held by Tasha’s hand overnight, Tasha’s cuck husband waiting at home to be wanked into a bin whilst Tasha gave loving aftercare to a man with an alien dildo held in place in his asshole.

The following morning, the first of October, Tasha, Ella and I each did a long sloppy rimming session on him, the last aftercare session of the challenge, a challenge that expanded far beyond some pegging every day, a challenge that turned into a true ordeal of endurance, training and filling.

And after we’d finished, he told us what was coming next. Spanktober. Payback. He planned to give each woman who spanked him four hard spankings over the month, and after each spanking, some non-cumming sodomy, then using the brutal wand on our clits to rip some orgasms out of us, like they had to me and Ella a couple of days before. We deserved that. And he deserved what else he wanted, weekly peggings with the tentacle and the alien. He built up momentum, and didn’t want to slow down now. And for those peggings, he wanted the skirts, the panties the whole works, even dripping panties in his mouth. Once a week for the foreseeable future. I think we could all agree to that.

I asked him how he truly felt about the feminisation, the cock cage, the skirts and panties, and he loved it, and was conflicted by it. He needed time to work out where he was, how he felt. I’m conflicted too, because I like him caged and in distress, but I like him rock hard and rampant too. Neither of us have any idea where this might go. In the meantime, weekly feminised peggings, retaliation spankings and harsh orgasm rippings, not forgetting the usual free-use and a seemingly increasing number of farm hands breeding us, and at the end of the month, a Halloween orgy down south, slutty witches at the ready. September was intense, and I was expecting October to head the same way too. And a few days into Spanktober, I headed south by train for my apology fucks with Nikki’s FWB, the evening and the following morning, just as he does with Nikki. Pegtember took a lot out of me too, but it was worth every second of it, and I loved going to Nikki’s FWB, I enjoyed turning up knowing I was there to fuck someone I didn’t know, and Tasha brought about a discovery for me too, but more of that another time.

September was the month his asshole took way bigger dildos, for way longer than before, it was the month he really took to some feminisation, and it was the month way more of our friends got involved in pegging him, and way more of them saw his vulnerability, and got closer to him because of it. Pegtember was a raging success.

October didn’t quite work out as planned. My husband ended up in hospital with a non-life threatening condition, but with so much pain, causing him to be in hospital for a while. Because his recovery is long and slow, he’s temporarily out of hospital, and because of the pain, his cock and asshole are out of action, but his tongue and hands very much are in use. I’ve been facesitting him a couple of times a day, and he has been making me cum and cum, drinking my cunt juices (or medicine as he calls it), and he’s been masturbating me to orgasm with his fingers as and when he wants, groping me a lot and he has spanked me a bit too. I think the fact I’ve been wearing my various nurses outfits have spurred him on. It is lovely to have him back even without his cock.

And then last night, whilst Ella sat between his legs with his cock in her mouth (literally the only thing you can do with his cock at the moment), the free-use men ran a train on me, all for his viewing pleasure.

He enjoyed himself. There was nothing in it for me. Nothing at all. Definitely not the gazillions of orgasms. Definitely not. It was all for him.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part One)

23 May 2026 /

In her first evening of free-use, Helen had been fucked by all the free-use men, each man staked his claim to her body, using his rights over her body as he wished, leaving his cum inside her, as deep as he wished, in whatever hole he wished. It was a perfect introduction to free-use for her, with her starting to understand her irrelevance, their determination to make the most of their rights and finally feeling what genuine usage of her body feels like.

But now the focus turned away from her specifically to all the men taking ownership of their second wives. And these were particularly symbolic and stark acts. Our own husbands have always had extra rights over us. One such example is overnight. Whilst we aren’t available for the other men, our husbands have always had rights over us that we can’t turn off, and those rights are very regularly used. The second wives plan means that those extra rights are swapped from our husbands to our second husbands for specific periods, and this whole trip is one of those periods. And now Helen has been fucked by all, the rest of the night will exclusively use the men’s second wives’ rights, to establish our second husbands and wives dynamic. I am Rose’s husband’s second wife, and I’d already had a free-use fuck with him that night, so I knew his cock was on fine form. I was in for a treat.

The first act of our taking by our second husbands was a kind of a ceremonial group fucking. The seating on the patio was rearranged into a circle facing inwards, and the men were sat on the seats, their second wives sat naked on the floor between their second husband’s legs. They each gave their new man a nice sloppy blow job to get him nice and hard, and then got up, turned to face away from him (and towards the centre) and lowered her cunt onto his hard cock for a bit of Reverse Cowgirl. The man then grabbed her tits and held them firm as the women moved just a little bit to keep the cock inside them hard.

Once everyone was in place and doing the tiny fucking movements, the women talked about their penetrations, their free-use and the whole second husband thing, all whilst just gently sliding up and down their respective cocks. Anna was being particularly filthy as my husband’s cock hadn’t been washed since being in Helen’s ass, so Anna’s mouth tasted of Helen’s ass and Anna’s cunt was now filled with a dirty cock. She loved it. Filthy in all senses. A woman after my own heart.

We talked for quite a while. It was lovely actually, some heart-felt feelings and some filth, and when the conversation naturally drew to a close, the men each got up, twisted their respective woman round, buried our faces in the warm seat where his ass was moments before, and then just ploughed a hard cock right into the moist cunt in front of him, accelerating, hardening and fucking us relentlessly. None of the women could see anything, but we could all hear, hear the cries, hear the squelching, hear the filth being spoken by the men, some of it demeaning, some disgusting, some degrading, some just pure lust, hear the begging of the women, begging to cum again, and slowly one by one, hear the women cumming, and then hearing the men carry on, as none of them had cum yet.

And then, in a surreal moment, when all the women had cum, but the men hadn’t, the men started talking about the sleeping arrangements, all whilst carrying on hard fucking. A free-use example of when logistics are more important than us fucktoys.

Five couples, two double beds. Helen’s husband suggested him and his second wife Rose should take the sofa, as neither of them was particularly tall, which left two couples for each bed.

And some of the women were crying out, about to cum again, but were being ignored for logistics, the men ploughing through their second wives’ orgasms without even acknowledging them, as they did with their first orgasms. The men decided to go with the pairings that meant no woman was in the same room as her husband. This meant that me and Rose’s husband would share a bed with Tanya and Anna’s husband, whilst Anna and my husband shared a bed with Helen and Tanya’s husband. It was perfect, emphasising the isolation of our real husband’s and the importance of our second husbands.

Some of us came three times before, one by one, our second husbands came in us, spurt after spurt in our cunts, symbolically filling us with their ownership. And when we had finished, they kept us all pinned in place, not being able to see the fucking still going on, our cunts dripping with cum and still plugged by softening cocks.

This whole session was emotionally charged, and very symbolic, symbolic of the future of our free-use, and I think we all felt it. Helen’s husband in particular was so proud of his wife, so proud her inner slut had escaped so easily, so proud of how she’d handled all those cocks, and so proud that Tanya’s husband had been so tantalised by her in real life, that he wanted her so badly that they brought Helen and her husband into our free-use family. And Helen’s husband would get to fuck that a submissive stick of dynamite that is Rose, him attracted to her long before now by the same things that Rose’s husband saw in her.

And so, at nearly eleven at night, it was time to split, time for each woman to become the exclusive property of our second husbands. Until the morning. For the next eight hours, we belonged to our second husbands. We could not interact with the couple we shared the bed with (although we could look, we probably would look and we would definitely hear). Then at seven, we would emerge into the light, already sodomised without cumming, submissive and ready for our day of fucking, orgasms and free-use ahead.

Rose’s husband was rampant and yet tender and loving. We began with a prolonged kissing and tongues session, and I kissed him back with all the strength and eagerness I could manage, the energy and passion I used with my now husband those first times fourteen years ago, firstly as we kissed, he held my body with his left hand and groped my naked ass with his right, and then, moving his body a little, still holding my body with his left hand and used his right hand to work my cunt, finger fucking and masturbating me, four finger fucking, a bit of clitoral abuse, making me cum and cum all whilst kissing me, my mouth stopping kissing to cry out, but he didn’t and dragged it back into the kissing whether any sound had left me or not. Each time I came, he carried on kissing, as I bend double, his face followed mine down, his lips kissing mine, his tongue jousting with mine all through my orgasms. I was desperately wanting to cum in peace, but he wouldn’t let me, his kissing and tongue jousting made each and every orgasm intense. That intensity, that not letting me cum in peace, that controlling of my orgasm, not only when I had it, but how I experienced it, all emphasised that I was his second wife, that he was in charge, that everything about my body, my orgasms and my sex, in these moments, belonged to him.

I have no idea how long this went on for. I had no idea what was being done to Tanya, although I could hear her cries and her cumming. I even hear the odd cry of a woman not in our room. I think that added to the intensity, that we were each being worked on to a similar effect.

I think his fingers got tired. I certainly was, from all the cumming, but I knew we were far from done. As soon as his fingers left my cunt and his kiss broke, he bent me over the bed, legs apart, feet on the floor, head against the mattress, and he did a long, deep pounding cunt fuck, deliberately missing my perfect rub to make me wait, to make me fuck for longer. For the first time in ages, I could see Tanya and Anna’s husband was doing some deep anal, pillow under Tanya’s ass, driving home like his life depended on it. Tanya came hard again and again, and then he finger fucked her cunt over and over, as Rose’s husband had done to me.

I did wonder if the visuals would make Rose’s husband finish sooner than he wanted, but no, he lasted the course, not rubbing inside my cunt for ages, just endless cock pounding, but when he did shift, he started me cumming again, him holding onto my ass cheeks as leverage and driving hard each and every time. He was relentless and I came loads, as did he when he could hang on no more. And of course he deposited those massive loads very shallowly in my cunt. I’d be dripping all night. I’d expected nothing less.

We had more cuddling and kissing, and he spent a long time sucking on my tits, licking and lightly chewing on my nipples. It felt like a proper, planned, long tit worship session, and with my heightened emotions, it really reinforced the bond between us, my tits once again making a man obsessed with them. After a long time of that, with Tanya and the others still screaming away in the background, with Tanya being bent double and cunt fucked with her second husband’s weight pinning her feet by her ears, I gave my second husband a long, sloppy blow job to bring his cock back to life.

I was so tired, I was so emotional, but I knew there was so much more to come before seven the following morning. We women knew this would be a night for endurance, but none of us would want it any other way.

Anya’s Cherry

16 April 2021 /

During lockdown, to while away some of the long winter evenings, we decided to discuss various sexual adventures the three of us had before we got together. Some women get very jealous of previous partners of their partners, but I really get off on such talk. I mean, sex is sex and therefore exciting, and as some of the adventures are interesting, I thought I’d share some of them with you.

The first one concerns Anya. Every school has an Anya. She was the most gorgeous female specimen you had ever seen. Silky glossy long dark hair, bright blue eyes, tits that were large enough and flaunted enough to get the devotion of every heterosexual male within a ten mile radius (28G so it turns out).

Apart from my husband. Because to my husband, Anya was trouble. She was a bitch, who used the other boys for her own ends. He didn’t fall under her spell, and that seemed to drive her wild.

It must have done, because for the biggest event of the school calendar for 16 year olds, the school disco, despite having offers from virtually every other boy in the place, she asked my husband if he would go with her. She asked him! She swore him to secrecy and told everyone he asked her, but my husband knew the truth.

I asked him why he said yes, and his explanation was that men chased Anya. Anya didn’t chase men, so he was intrigued where this was going. He was half expecting her to ditch him after they got there and go off with someone else, so he was prepared for anything.

So come the evening, he arrived to pick her up, and she looked absolutely stunning. Totally drop dead gorgeous. I’ve seen the photo from when they arrived at the disco, and they looked quite the pair. And despite what he was expecting, she was attentive all evening, snogging him very publicly and very fully, and only disappearing for the odd toilet break with the girls.

After they’d been there for 2 hours (still 3 hours to go), they were standing in the corridor having a full-on snog and he was groping and squeezing at her ass (like he does to me, a brazen act that makes me feel totally owned). She broke his kiss and asked him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter to “get more acquainted with her body”. He wasn’t about to say no. He was obsessed with naked tits even then, and so they sloped off to a classroom in a quieter part of the school. No sooner had they got into the dimly lit classroom, her shoulders were out of the dress, her bra was on the floor and he was sucking on her tits like he was in one of those high-priced sex shop porn mags he bought off the school black market. And from the noises she was making, he was certainly doing it well.

But after a good half hour of tit worship, she told him he had to stop as she “needed a piss before he fucked her”. He thinks he surprised her by saying her hadn’t decided whether he was going to fuck her yet, as she hadn’t shown him she really wanted him to. She pouted a little and said she had made a careful choice, and that he was definitely the best man for the job.

But then came the bombshell. She told him she was still a virgin, and that she really wanted him to take her cherry and to make her a woman. But he was confused, as half of the school had claimed to have fucked her, but she told him with a wink that it wasn’t just boys who pumped up their sex lives for reasons of prowess and reputation, and that her reputation was enhanced by the lads thinking she was a sex machine. But nevertheless, she was a virgin, and she was desperate for him to fill her cunt with throbbing manhood, she was desperate for him to make her a woman.

He really wanted to, but he wanted to remain in control of the situation, so he told her he would only fuck her if she found a way to convince him that she really wanted him to. She still looked a little pouty as she loaded herself into her bra, and said she’d come up with a way to prove to him that he should fuck her, and she nipped off to the bathroom, putting on a show of bravado as she left about how she wasn’t that bothered after all.

He went into the main hall, and (slightly nervously) waited for her to come back. When he first saw her return to the hall, she was talking in quite an animated way to a couple of her female posse, and then she looked around and left them to come in his direction. She got to him, put her arms round his neck and gave him a very public and long full-tongued snog. That made everyone look, and once they were looking, she broke away from him, held her right fist in front of him, slightly opened it, and her panties unfurled for everyone to see.

Half the crowd couldn’t believe she was giving him her panties, and the other half couldn’t believe how tiny they were. With a smile, he took them off her, put them in his pocket, took her hand and they headed off into the school to find somewhere to fuck.

The classroom they were in earlier was taken with another amorous couple, so they kept going until they found a different room. They kissed for a long time, with him once again revealing her voluptuous tits and squeezing them whilst he was kissing her. Then he leant her back onto the desk behind her, picked up the front of her gown, and flicked it up over her belly. For the first time, he got to look at her cunt, and at the perfectly manicured tiny triangle of hair she had above her clit.

He stepped up to her and put his hand down to her cunt, gently stroking at her lips and slowly burrowing in. He was totally running on instinct; powered by that school black market porn and the early lads mags, he explored a woman’s folds for the first time, and the noises and smile on her face indicated she was enjoying it. He pushed his fingers in deeper and deeper, and her breathing got quicker and quicker. But she stopped him just as he thought he was bringing her to orgasm and insisted on having his cock.

He was rock hard after playing with her cunt, and she was sopping wet too, so with her lying back over the desk with her feet on the floor, and him standing between her legs, he pushed his hard cock gently between her lips and into her cunt, and once he was fully impaled, he grabbed hold of her naked tits and started rhythmically pounding away.

She was already on the edge, and he was excited, so neither of them lasted long, but he remembered her overwhelming tightness as his cock pounded away, and of the squeezing as she came causing him to spew cum into her virgin cunt.

After he shrank out, she sat up and, with tears in her eyes, they cuddled. And it was as they were cuddling, they became aware of the other people watching through the window. Her deflowering was witnessed by two dozen or so people and became legend around the schools.

Anya, sixteen, was his first and he, sixteen, was hers.

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