Kinky Sunday Gangbang

October 13, 2019

She didn’t look very comfortable trussed up like that, the woman in red. Her legs were spread impossibly wide and we could see the straining gusset of her stripy white and black panties. She had tattoos on her ankles, calves and thighs. Her hubby had used duct tape to gag her, to trap any complaint or hint of compliance on her part – although everyone knew she was very compliant as this was, after all, her fantasy.

‘Okay,’ said hubby. ‘Who wants to have her first?’

Six men immediately raised their hands.

‘In that case, you’re going to have to cut cards for her. Don’t worry we’ve got all day. You can have her as many times as you want…’

A pack of playing cards was produced.

‘Each of you take a card. Highest card wins. Then form a queue highest card to lowest. Just push her panties to one side and you’ll have access to everything you’re likely to need…’

Dogging

July 21, 2019

Last summer my husband talked me into trying out dogging. We’ve been married for 18 years and sex for me was getting a bit boring, so I jumped at the chance. He found two sites’ not far from us which we went to eight times, but only met with 3 Guy’s in total…

So hubby gave up on the idea – but I didn’t! I found a few new sites to go to on my own. I work shifts so I’ve been going out mid-week through the day when he’s at work. I found this place next to a fishing pond and an overflow carpark, where I’ve been going for two months or so;  at first,  there were only three or four Guys there,  but now there’s usually six, sometimes ten. I am the only woman and there on my own. All of them get to take a turn with me – often coming back for ‘seconds’ and even ‘thirds’!

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transformation

July 21, 2019

He became she that day, his wife’s thirtieth birthday: it had been an ongoing fantasy of hers, and he’d finally, reluctantly acquiesced. His transformation took four or five hours, including depilation of body hair, make-up, fitting a blonde wig – but it was worth it: he looked very feminine, indeed, most convincing.

They were in a groundfloor apartment at Grenoble, France on holiday.

His wife named him Margot after the doll she’d had as a child. She provided the breast-forms to fit in his bra, and the rest of his female attire, dresses, pantyhose, panties. She taught him to walk on high heels like a woman. And tied a chic, silken scarf round his neck to hide his Adam’s apple. She also provided the press-on manicure gel nails for his fingers and toes.

‘You really are beautiful,’ she told him.

And he was.

They went out to a local restaurant for dinner. Male heads turned as Margot walked by.

‘They all want you,’ his wife said.

They ordered risotto and champagne and Margot flirted with the waiter.

‘You need a boyfriend,’ his wife said. ‘I can arrange it. It’d be so hot to watch you getting laid.’

‘That’s not on,’ Margot replied in a hissed whisper. ‘Not part of the arrangement. I’ll be Margot for the week but sex with a man is out.’

‘Oh, not one man, darling – many men.’ Before he could respond her hand had become busy up his skirt under the table. Her fingers were expert. She concentrated on the end of his penis which now jutted from his panties. ‘You will do it, won’t you darling? Just for me? For our love?’

‘Just the one time, yeah. A one off.’ And then he groaned as the sperm was teased out of him by her pinching fingertips.

Three days later as Margot, he entered the sitting room of their apartment to be confronted by four athletic-looking young man in bathing costumes. All four had obvious hard-ons.

His wife at his side urged him to get on with it.

Outside, beyond the wet patio, it had stopped raining, but he could see that drops of rain clung to the petals of the rose bushes. But by then the four young men were pulling him down to the mosaic floor. And it really didn’t matter anymore.

Two’s company, six is handy…

The moist smell of her many amours clings to her, this young priestess of love…

Now is the time when lovers pant away their souls…

I will not die from this desire. Instead I will swim in it, relish it, crave it…

Sunday Morning Pastimes

October 8, 2017

True bliss follows a good whipping…

You are going to burn in the lava of my soul…

What is an hour or two of torture among such close and intimate friends…?

Grip hard and rub fast. Faster…!

Was it a dream, or did we really do that to each other…?

The casualties of love lay all around us…

She said to me, ‘What is life for? What’s it all about?’

And I replied, ‘It’s so we can love other people. So we can love…’

Give each other the gift of time…

I’d been married five years when I learned my husband was cheating on me. After the inevitable confrontation with him and the all the usual recriminations, I told him I couldn’t forgive what he’d done.

I couldn’t!

I was seething inside and wanted payback like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life before. I started cleaning the toilet each morning with his toothbrush. I put laxative in his food…but that wasn’t enough!

I’ve had this fantasy where multiple males would ‘take’ me repeatedly. I’d never mentioned it to anyone. Nor had I done anything to make fantasy, reality. Until now.

It took a lot of organizing but eventually I arranged a fourteen man gangbang which I had my best friend film. The action went on for most of one weekday. They had me four times each, and Gloria (my friend) filmed the ‘highlights’.

When hubby came home from work I told him ‘If you want forgiveness you get down on your knees and lick my pussy…’ I was sore down there, you know, but I hadn’t showered or anything, and not only was I a little swampy, I also had a stink in my panties like four day old anchovies. And it was all going to be for him, the bastard.

Anyway, down he got on his knees. I took my panties off and spread really wide. He buried his face deep in my vertical smile and started licking…An hour (and three orgasms) later, I told him, ‘Okay. That’s enough for now. There’s a homemade DVD beside the player. Watch it and see why you’re forgiven for now…I’m going for a shower.’

While he went off to watch his ‘film’ I fixed myself a stiff drink. A little later I looked round the living room door and he was watching me take two cocks simultaneously, front and back – but not only watching. He’d got his dick in his hand and was rubbing it like it was Aladdin’s lamp. Only instead of a genie he eventually shot a load of thick cum over his suit pants leg while I stood there silently watching…

What the hell! I should be surprised at this man who’d screw anything that moved – including the venetian blinds! One thing I’ve learned from the whole sorry experience – in future I’ll be the heroine of my life, not the victim!

Mary T

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Violent sexual fantasy

April 15, 2017

I’d like to hogtie my wife on a sawhorse in the garage and have a group of men take her whatever way they wanted while I watched them.

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My first big gangbang was with another woman and we had 12 guys show up. It was pretty intense for both of us because we may have overestimated the number of guys we could take. It was really difficult for both of us because we each played with all 12 guys and we both did anal. There were times during that night when we thought we couldn’t take any more.

Afterwards I had a mix of emotions. I was exhausted but after about an hour I felt a sense of calmness and peace. It might sound strange but I was really proud of myself. What really surprised me was that before the night was over I was feeling horny again and played with some of the couples who had come to watch our gangbang.

Miss K

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