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

6 September 2026 / / 6 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Showing Him The Way

31 August 2026 / / 6 Comments

In just over a week, Stacey’s boyfriend, eager to make sure he got to fuck all our asses before Stacey changed her mind, had worked his way round all the women, me, Rose, Tanya, Helen, Anna and Carla, his hard cock fucking each of our asses, and dutiful Stacey had been fucked by all the men the following day, paying each debt like the good girlfriend she is, and each of the men had given her their absolute best fuck, hour after hour of repeated hard cunt penetration, and each time, Stacey walked across the village braless, with streaked make-up and messy pantyless cunt like the slut she felt.

It was on one of those slut walks that Anna and I had a chat with her. Our ass fucks were just that, ass fucks, and as enjoyable as they were, we wanted her boyfriend to do more than just an ass fuck us. Anna was saying she desperately wanted him to lick her cunt out, to make her cum with his tongue, but didn’t suggest it as he hadn’t agreed that with Stacey. And Helen really wanted him to lick down her ass crack and focus his tongue on her asshole, but obviously she didn’t suggest that either. And to be honest, I fancied a bit of cunt action with him, I wanted to try his cock in my cunt even if it was just once.

Stacey laughed, her mascara streamed face beaming as she pointed out that our husbands had done far more to her than the simple cunt fuck that had been agreed. They’d railed her like mad, they had fucked her over and over for hours, and every single time, they’d ruined her, they made her mascara run, they made her cum repeatedly, they took exactly what they wanted from her, they fucked her exactly as they wanted. And she encouraged them all the way.

And her boyfriend knew what they’d done to her. And he still hadn’t started doing more to the women who were generously letting him fuck their asses. She despaired a bit, and then, with a twinkle in her eye, she suggested we need to get a bit more …. direct with him. She felt it was only appropriate that we got full multi-faceted fucks, he should be encouraged to do anything he wanted to do to us, just like our husbands did anything they wanted to her.

She felt it would be rather hypocritical if she stopped her boyfriend doing anything he wanted to us women, given she had no intention of stopping the men doing what they wanted to do to her (apart from anal penetration, but they’d all agreed to not do that). In fact, she felt duty bound to encourage it, to support the wonderful women, the reason she was getting all these mature cunt fucks she so loved.

And yes, Stacey knew that meant he’d occasionally fuck their aching dripping cunts, and she was happy for their cunts to be fucked, given how much her cunt was fucked. But she knew he’d focus mostly on their assholes, she knew how much he loved sodomising these sexy, hot, curvy, big-titted vixens, and she also knew she’d have to show him the way, and given I was down to fuck him that very afternoon, she suggested she come over to tease him and let him know he should perhaps expand our fucks. He was due at two, and she got to my place at one fifteen.

We had to plan how we were going to torment him, but by one thirty, Stacey and I were both topless (we were pantyless under our short skirts anyway) and we were snogging, tongues jousting, pressing our naked tits into each other. By one forty, we were finger fucking each other to orgasm alternately (we were both so hyped up, we had three orgasms each in just over ten minutes), by one fifty, I was digging out a girthy double-ended dildo and by one fifty five, it was deep in both of our cunts, our cunt lips occasionally touching and rubbing, and our tit-rubbing tongue-jousting snogging restarted, frenzied kissing like we were a new couple, whilst having mini movements to keep the dildo buried and filling us up.

That’s when her boyfriend walked in. He certainly wasn’t expecting his girlfriend and his arranged fuck to be topless, tits swinging whilst pressing against each other’s, our cunt lips kissing as our cunts shared a dildo at the same time as sharing mouth kisses and tongues. But we were, and his cock jumped to attention and his tongue was hanging out. Each smirking at his visible arousal, we carried on, taking our time and enjoying every second, especially as it tormented him.

When we finally came up for air, Stacey reached out, rubbed his cock through his trousers and told him he’d be fucking my asshole soon enough, but she wanted to make sure he knew what else he could do in addition to that straight-forward ass fuck if he wanted.

In a pre-planned move, Stacey slid off the dildo and then extracted it from my cunt, giving it to her boyfriend to “suck every single drop of girl juice off both ends”, which he did whilst watching our every move. I got up and laid on the kitchen table, my ass at the edge, legs hanging off, and Stacey slipped her skirt to the floor, climbed onto the table, and knelt with her legs either side of my head facing down my body towards her boyfriend. I lifted my hands up and parted her cunt lips, lovingly looking at her pinkness, and when she was spread, she firmly lowered her parted cunt lips to my mouth, and my tongue slipped in between them, inside her cunt as my fingers left her lips. My tongue started wriggling inside her as she tried desperately to not be distracted by my tongue work. Her pre-planned words were very much interrupted by my agile tongue, and so, in a broken rhythm, she told him to drop his trousers, and flipping my short skirt up to reveal my cunt. She grabbed his hard cock, masturbating it a few times before gripping its full length and dragging it so the glans was nudging at my cunt.

As I felt the nudging, I put my hands down to my cunt and parted my cunt lips, showing my pinkness to him in the way Stacey did to me, and guided by Stacey’s hand, he poked his glans to my pink moist cunt tunnel, and then without asking, just pushed his way in, Stacey letting go of his barrel as he slid right in.

I heard Stacey tell him to go slowly, as she didn’t want him putting my tongue off rhythm, and that only meant one thing, that she wanted my tongue to make her cum. I reached up to her tits, grabbing them firmly, using them to keep her in perfect position and denying him the chance to rub against them. The only rubs going on here were his cock in my cunt, and my tongue in her cunt, my tongue lapping up her amazing taste, juices slow and steady, hips moving slightly, but leaving her cunt so close my tongue remained buried in it. I did hear them kissing though, sloppy squelching kisses for his girlfriend whilst he was fucking someone else, sloppy squelching kisses for her boyfriend whilst that someone else was licking her cunt and making her cum.

She tried her best to hold her orgasm off, but I felt it in how her body movements changed. Wanting to get her over the edge, wanting a mouthful of tasty girl cum, I pushed my tongue in harder, gripped her tits harder and sped up my licking a little. Soon, her whole body shook as she started to cum, and I extended her orgasm the way the men do to us, judicious flicks of the tongue across her clit to drag it out. I realised her boyfriend was holding her up, whilst simultaneously keeping her cunt locked over my mouth. He so wanted to see her cum hard from a woman’s tongue.

When she finally finished shaking, with her cunt firmly still over my mouth, with my tongue still firmly writhing inside her cunt, she told him to speed up, but pull out before he came, she wanted all that cum inside my asshole. He did as he was told, accelerating, slamming in hard for a few strokes before pulling out with a flourish, making my cunt feel empty, frustrated and slightly gaping, keeping his sticky cum for my asshole.

Stacey clambered off me, and pulling me up from the table, she kissed me, alternating with clearing her cum off my face, as her boyfriend masturbated my cunt from the front and hers between her legs. Neither of us stopped him as gentle masturbation turned into hard finger fucks. I was crying out fairly soon, but he held me close to cumming until Stacey caught me up, and then with a vicious higher speed finger fuck, he made us both cum roughly together. It was huge, it was loud, it was a shared moment between Stacey and me.

And as we were cumming down from the orgasms, he handed his girlfriend a bottle of lube and he manhandled me over, parting my ass cheeks and making Stacey lube both my asshole and his cock, and when we were both acceptably lubed, he pushed into my asshole in a gentle but firm and fluid movement, and he made Stacey watch close up.

After a few ins and outs of his now rock hard cock, he told Stacey to watch well, as sooner or later, she’d have a cock in her asshole. To her surprise, he said he knew about her pledge to give my husband her anal cherry, and he told me my asshole would pay if my husband had Stacey’s first ass fuck rather than him, that he’d nastily sodomise me every day for a month and he’d viciously spank me every day for that month, as the price for my husband having his girlfriend’s anal cherry. Stacey denied it would happen, she insisted that her asshole would remain uninvaded, but like my husband, he suspected they’d eventually get to sodomise her. He was sure she’d love it. I think my husband was too, and to be fair, so was I.

And I knew my husband would get her anal cherry too. She had promised him, and I don’t for a single second think that Stacey is not a woman of her word. So, once again, Mira’s ass would be paying the price. Just like Stacey’s cunt is paying the price for her boyfriend’s ass fucks, my ass would pay for the price for my husband having Stacey’s anal cherry. Like Stacey is happy to pay the price, so am I, and a month of nasty sodomy and vicious spankings would be well worth it to get my husband another anal cherry.

Stacey was closely watching her massive hard cock fill my asshole, and he upped the intensity with his language, talking about her watching how much I love having my asshole filled, watching my body adore having my ass impaled, listening to my noises intensify as he fucks faster and harder. She was completely absorbed by watching his cock push into and slide out of my asshole, whilst he told her to see how much the bitch wants his cock filling her asshole, how much she craves a hard girthy cock in her dirty hole, how much of a slut she is for wanting him and others to not just penetrate her asshole, but to own it, to destroy it.

I came as he spoke, a hard empty cunt orgasm and he used it to prove to Stacey that I really was that slut that needed a cock up her ass, that needed to be sodomised by anyone and everyone. Guilty as charged, m’lud.

He stopped to have Stacey lube his cock again, and then he sent her home, because he wanted to focus 100% on tormenting my asshole, on me squirming as he penetrated it, as he filled and stretched my asshole. He was much more confident now, with six ass fucks under his belt, with guidance from six women who love their sodomy and no doubt tuition from the free-use men.

His enormous magnificent cock gave me another three empty cunt orgasms, his cock stretching my asshole, the feeling of him filling then emptying my asshole on rhythm being overwhelming.

And he knew I’d tell my husband about how good the fuck was, what Stacey and I had done together and what he’d done to my poor defenceless asshole, and he knew my husband would fuck Stacey harder and longer as a result, make Stacey’s cunt, tits and body pay for what her boyfriend did to my asshole (and cunt, tits and body too, but mostly to my asshole). The cycle of fucks got harder, there was more to love, more to endure. And bent over that kitchen table that day, and in that moment, my asshole 100% belonged to him, was his to fill, was his to stretch, and he did both magnificently.

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.

Free Use 2.0 (Part One)

15 July 2026 / / 3 Comments

I don’t think any of the five women had come down from our weekend of sex, of submission, of our first ownership by our second husbands and of our collective taking of Helen. To be honest, the men hadn’t either. They were rampant all week, they used us way more than usual, and we were all so up for it. And Helen, she’d been fucked so much that week, she’d barely got anything else done. Welcome to the future Helen!

But from this night, the new Free-Use arrangements would be complete. The whole new free-use community were gathered in our lounge. Eight men, seven women. The men were still fully clothed. Ella had her slutty waitress outfit on, in her full tits out, short skirted, pantyless, fishnet stockinged glory, and she was already busy giving drinks out. The rest of the women were in our Roman Togas, our left tits on display, our right covered up. There was no ceremony in removing our coats, revealing our first tit each, although Poppy’s tit was obviously exciting and was the centre of visual attention, but left untouched for the moment. That would change soon enough.

It was the party to celebrate two years of free-use, and now the extension with the new rules. Free-Use 2.0

There wasn’t an unexcited person in the house. The air was full of anticipation, of hype, and of promise. My husband was Master of Ceremonies, and explained that each woman would be strapped into our gyne chair for an intimate examination from the free-use community, male and female. The new women would be examined by every member, male and female, including measurements of their cunts, asses and tits as the four original free-use women had at the beginning of our free-use adventure. The new men would also get to examine the four original free-use women. Each inspection could only be for a few minutes, as there were a lot of inspections to do, but it was the perfect way to start the future, as it was so very revealing and enormously exposing.

We drew lots to work out the order of our examinations, and Ella went first. Probably sensible, as our husbands could set the pace with her examination and the new men could follow at the end.

The rest of the women would have our togas removed by one of the men, Ella (as her tits were both out already) would merely have her tiny skirt flipped up to reveal her cunt. Then all of us would have our tits worked by the same man, our tits would be groped, squeezed, pulled, twisted, stretched and generally manhandled. My husband did a sterling job on Ella’s magnificent tits. The postman did similar with mine. After our tits were sufficiently abused, the examinations would begin.

The examination was invasive, clinical. Inspections, insertions, stretchings, all to prepare us for a measurement. Ruler inserted into the cunt to measure depth, cunt lips measured as they are and then stretched to the point of pain to get further measurements. The diameter of nipples and areolae measured in a natural state, then worked by a monster mains-powered wand to peak arousal for more measuring. Clit diameter and length measured in its natural state, and then the same brutal wand making it as big and hard as possible for more measurements. Inflatable butt plug, inflated until she could take no more, used to measure her asshole. And many more measurements of her tits, cunt and ass.

As part of each measurement, photos are taken and each man will have them on a secret app, an app that syncs all their photos of us to all the men. For pure photo purposes, a speculum with wide outside flaps was used to display her pisshole and a metal sound used to push just inside, and then a different sort of speculum, longer, deeper was used to display her cervix and the same metal sound used to push just inside that too. So invasive, so demeaning.

They have hundreds of pictures of each of us original four, spanked asses, penetrated asses, penetrated cunts, sloppy blow jobs, gagging blow jobs, make-up ruined, you name it. That app holds our shame, those photos are our shame, and these new ones would be added. I’ll be honest, I don’t much like the photos, but the men want them, so they get them.

And when all the measurements were completed, when all the men had inspected her, Ella was masturbated until she came. Clinical. Unfeeling. Unemotional.

Rose and I went next, Helen followed, and then Anna and Tanya. Helen was inspected like Ella, the other four just had the new people inspect and a clinical orgasm.

That left Poppy. In some ways, that was pleasing, and her inspection was also like Ella and Helen, although she was forced to have two clinical orgasms one after the other. I have no idea why.

Despite being such an old friend, Rose had never seen Poppy fuck before, not even seen her cum before. She was probably the one friend Rose had never masturbated with. To be honest, she had little idea about her sex life at all, and yet here she was, offering to fuck Rose’s husband while she was away, and now about to take cock after cock like a fuck weary slut. Sometimes, even old friends surprise each other.

Next, as he had with Helen and her husband, my husband made all the new members verbally consent to free-use now and for the future, a consent given with witnesses. All did so willingly. One could tell from the tenting trousers on the men that they were ready to go.

Men would be chosen at random to fuck, until all eight women had fucked, then they’d start again. The women were already placed in sequence, Ella, Helen, one of the original four, Poppy, and then round again. No man could fuck his wife, or his second wife, so if they were drawn, they’d go back in the pot. I know my husband wanted Poppy, and I know he really wanted her asshole first, as he always does with new women.

I was on the second cycle, and of course, I drew my husband, so he went back and I ended up with the farm hand. I just looked at him and told him to breed me. He had a glint in his eye as he spun me round, bent me over the arm of the settee and masturbated me for a couple of minutes. He was rough, unfeeling, business-like. He then lent in past me, grabbed a hanging tit in each hand and started milking them, squeezing and elongating the nipple whilst squeezing the flesh to get milk out. Of course, there was no milk to get out (much to my sadness), but he milked my flabby hanging tits for all they were worth. Once he felt I’d been milked enough (and by that, I meant he ignored my comments about tender nipples and carried on until he was good and ready), he lined up behind me and just pushed his hard chubby cock in through my cunt lips and then slammed in hard. He was young. He had energy, stamina and power, and he just slammed me like an animal, pulling me into the right position, slapping my ass if I was even a millimetre away from where he wanted me, hauling my body to be in the perfect place for a deep penetration, pounding over and over with hard rhythmic slams. There was no finesse, no love. This was breeding, at its cold, harsh, business-like best. What made it even more electric for me, what made me even more kinky for me was the way he was talking the crowd through the breeding process like I wasn’t capable of understanding, like I was Buttercup a prized cow, the indignity of the discussion, the clinicalness of the breeding and his offhand demeanour just made the breeding so much more intense, so perfectly orgasmic. And of course, I came and he carried on breeding me, explaining how one orgasm was necessary before he planted his seed, before he impregnated me. Oh my god, the language, turning a decent fuck into an amazing fuck. And as soon as he came, he pulled out and explained how the prize cow needs to be left there for his cum to work it’s magic, and so I was left, bent over the sofa arm, legs spread, cunt gaping slightly, my breeding all but complete.

And there I stayed until my husband was drawn again, this time he was drawn last, this time he got Poppy. And as Tanya’s husband had used Poppy’s cunt the first time round, my husband took advantage of that situation to pull out the lube and announce to Poppy that her asshole would be his, would be filled by his hard cock, would be filled by his thick creamy cum. She looked very slightly scared as he bent her over the kitchen work surface and started lubing her asshole, but she knew that if she wanted to replace Rose properly, she’d have to take all their cocks in her asshole, and soon, and she was excited about that overuse prospect, so now was as good a time as ever.

How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part One)

1 May 2026 / / 2 Comments

Here we were, five free-use couples loaded in a mini-van, for a three hour trip to a remote cottage. As yet, Helen and her husband had not taken part in any free-use. This trip was the start, this trip would change them forever, particularly Helen. Free-use has fundamentally changed all of us women, and the men to some degree. She was next.

Her life had already changed a little. Ever since the day after they agreed to join, Helen’s husband has been giving her Submissive Sodomy, that deep penetrating anal where the woman is not allowed to cum. In fact, on a few days, he’s given it to her twice, one first thing, one mid-afternoon. “Because she needed it.” Whilst she disagreed at the time, she later accepted that he was probably right, and she vowed to take as much Submissive Sodomy as any of the men wanted to give her. She might regret saying that.

She had also lost her panties, her husband distributing them between the free-use men, to get the men hyped up and wanting to fuck her, and to make sure she wasn’t able to wear them again. Like the four existing women, pantyless was expected, was required, was normal. Like the four existing women, her panties would end up being mostly sold.

In the mini-van on the way, the women got all handsy and kissy with the other women, each one of us taking the opportunity to get a first passionate snog with Helen, to grope those magnificent tits and to tease by touching her cunt, aided by her pantyless state. She was enjoying the attention, and she knew, when we got to the cottage, that she’d have all five cocks soon enough.

We all knew this weekend would be hard for her. She would be going from a fuck or two a day from her husband, to a load of cock over and over. As she was the new girl, she’d be centre of attention for everybody, and so whilst the rest of us would get ourselves fucked, she would have by far the most, she would have to endure more sex than she’d ever had over a short period. And she was so up for it. I was first to touch her cunt and it was dripping already. She would so fit right in!

The cottage was wonderful, beautiful both inside and out, remote with no other property in sight, with the nearest road so far away you could barely see the building from it, let alone that there may be naked people fucking outside it, isolated enough we could fuck outside without care or worry, and we would be fucking outside it, we women would be mostly naked when we were there, we would absolutely make the most of the isolation, and as there were five couples and only two double beds, we’d be sharing beds as well as husbands and wives.

When we arrived, we unloaded the van and then took Helen straight onto the patio. We stripped her of her sun dress and had first sight of her wonderful dripping cunt. She was immaculately waxed, freshly done the night before, and after this weekend, my husband would take over waxing duties for her, the lady she has waxing her now is about to leave the area, so the timing was perfect for her.

Her bra was removed, revealing those gorgeous swinging 38H tits, increased in size over the years by having two children, and she was rotated to allow a good view of her ass, she was bent over to accentuate her ass and open her cunt a little between her legs, there for long enough for everyone to take a look. She was then arranged face up on a padded wicker chair, with her legs spread over the arms, bringing her cunt to the fore and even opening it a little for the crowd. She was in this position when my husband formally welcomed them to the free-use lifestyle and asked, for the record, whether they each gave consent for what was about to happen, both now and into the future. They did, eagerly did, and with that, each of the men, including her husband, inspected her cunt, ass and tits, a close precise gentle examination of the new piece of meat they had acquired. All of us women had such an examination, and periodically do again, but the men (including her husband) discussing her cunt, ass and tits as if she wasn’t there, was quite demeaning, and quite exciting for her.

They noted how wet her cunt was already, and it had barely been touched, and her husband said her clit was quite swollen, unusually so.

And with that, without moving Helen from her exposed position, her second husband, Tanya’s husband, got his cock out and fed it into her mouth, where she eagerly put her hands to it, one round his shaft, one squeezing his balls, her mouth being mega slurpy as she eagerly got him hard.

He withdrew when he was hard enough, her mouth briefly staying an empty O shape, but he soon lined up with her cunt (with the aid of a chair cushion or two) and just drove his cock into her slick cunt. She reared up, returning back to position to find another cock by her mouth. She opened wide and eagerly took that, and Anna and I roughly grabbed a tit each and started working it, whilst I looked Helen right in the eyes (when she wasn’t doing eye contact with Rose’s husband, whose cock she was sucking), and with a smile, I just said “Welcome to free-use, you slut”. She sort of smiled, best she could do with a mouth still full of cock.

Rose’s husband eventually removed his hard cock from her mouth, and he came and grabbed me, spun me round and bent me over, opening my legs just enough to put his hard cock between them and into my cunt and started slowly fucking, just as Tanya’s husband was, and one by one, the rest of the men’s cocks were made hard by Helen’s mouth, and then penetrated the cunts of their second wives.

After about twenty minutes of slow penetration, the men, talking to each other to synchronise their efforts, all changed position and accelerated, making sure each of us women were brought to orgasm at roughly the same time, and because they made us wait, because they edged us all, the orgasms were massive each time, a combination of fucking outdoors, the visuals of group fucking and of Helen’s examination, the new couple taking part in the fucking, and the excitement in the air.

And after the women came, and came again, the men came, each one nearly pulling out to deposit their loads of sticky cum just inside their cunts and then each actual wife was fed the cock of their husband, each wife tasting the cunt of the second wife on the cocks in their mouths. (I think we all knew that would be a regular occurrence from now on.) Helen got her first taste of Rose’s cunt. Off her husband’s cock. And it tasted divine, she couldn’t wait to taste it herself.

And Helen knew what cum being so shallow in her cunt meant, that she, like the rest of us, would be having cum sliding out of her cunt all through dinner. The restaurant was booked, Helen just threw her outer clothes on (the rest of us were fucked in our clothes), and smelling of sex, with dripping sloppy cunts, we left for food.

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