Saturday

The grey light of Saturday morning filtered through the blinds, slicing the bedroom into bars of pale illumination. It was 8:00 AM. My body awoke not with a stretch, but with a deep, systemic groan. Every muscle protested. My cunt ached with a bruised, hollow soreness. My ass felt tender and strangely good, the memory of Oliver’s final, claiming deposit still a phantom warmth in my bowels.

Beside me, Laura was already sitting on the edge of the mattress, we performed the morning rituals in silence. We drank water. We had breakfast. We showered again, the hot water waking us up for the day, we washed each other and kissed occasionally and groped each other. Both of us extremely turned on for what they day is going to bring us, the stuff we love the most, cock and spunk in our holes. We ached for it, begged for it even sometimes. We dried off and put on a robe each, not that we needed clothing.

At 9:15 AM, we laid the duvet on the floor. We took our positions on the settee. I closed my eyes, trying to find a centre, a core that wasn’t just a series of overused holes. I found nothing but a waiting emptiness.

The buzzer screamed at 9:28 AM. Two minutes early. Laura rose, her movements robotic, and opened the door.

This group had a different energy. Not the cold professionalism of Patrick and Charlie, nor the rowdy, entitled glee of Oliver’s pack. This was something harder, more casual, with an undercurrent of grim sport.

Alex led them. Tony was taller, leaner, with a perpetual smirk and restless hands. Behind them were four others—two looked like they’d come from a night shift, tired but wired; the other two were younger, eager, their eyes wide as they took in the room, the rules, us.

“Morning, ladies,” Alex said, his voice a low rumble. No greeting, just a statement of fact. “Guys, this is Carrie and Laura, good friends of mine, treat them well and I'm sure you'll be invited back”. Tony grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Gotta change it up. Keep you guessing.”

“mmm, yea why not” Laura said, her voice flat. “Hey guys, nice to meet you all, hopefully Alex and Tony have told you, we just want a line up for cock and give us that lovely spunk in our holes”

“You got it,” Alex said, already pulling his shirt over his head. His torso was a landscape of old tattoos and hard muscle. “Boys, you’re with Laura. Me, Tony, and Seth are with Carrie, also guys while you're waiting they'll suck your cock before and after, but NO cumming down their throat yet”.

I lay back on the sofa and Alex pulled my legs up, giving better access to my holes. He grabbed the lube that was next to me on the sofa, applied a decent amount to his fingers and rubbed my asshole, it was cold. Then pressed inward, two thick digits invading my tender hole with a single, clinical push. He scissored them once, stretching the sore muscle, then withdrew.

“God, you're nice and tight as always, babe” he commented to no one. “Good.”

Then I felt the broad, unyielding pressure of his cockhead. He didn’t ask. He didn’t slowly conquer. He leaned his weight forward and *shoved*. The entry was slow and divine. Once seated himself fully he let out a satisfied grunt.

“Fuck yeah. That’s a grip.”

He began to fuck my ass with a powerful, rhythmic intensity. His strokes were long and deep, each one a full, dragging withdrawal followed by a solid, impactful re-entry that drove the air from my lungs. He set a merciless pace, his balls slapping wetly against my skin, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. He leaned into me and kissed me tenderly as he fucked my tight ass, then sucked on my tits. He fucked like he was digging a ditch, with a focused, athletic endurance. He didn’t speak, just breathed heavily through his nose. His climax built steadily over what felt like an eternity of deep, pounding invasion. Finally, he slammed in to the hilt, his body locking, and released a guttural roar. I felt the hot, sudden flood of his spunk deep inside me, a scalding jet that seemed to go on and on as he pulsed against my prostate. He held it there, grinding, before pulling out with a wet, sucking sound. A immediate, warm trickle began its descent down my ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Carrie, that was nice” he announced, he kissed me again and I held his face as we did, stepping back, breathing hard. “Tony. You’re up. Make it count.”. Alex then knelt next to me and offered his cock for cleaning, which I obviously obliged, tasting my ass juices on his cock.

Tony was already lubed. He didn’t bother with fingers. He aligned himself and pushed, his entry slightly smoother but no less intense. He was narrower but longer, and he used every inch, fucking my ass with a serpentine, probing rhythm, seeking a depth that made my vision blur. He set a slightly faster pace than Alex, his hips snapping forward with a sharp, punishing ****. He talked, a stream of filthy praise and degradation. “fuck you're ass is tight, dirty bitch, gonna fill you up” His orgasm was a sharp, explosive event; he cried out, shuddering, as he pumped a second, searing hot load of nut into my already filled ass. Alex was sitting next to me, groping my tits occasionally, his cock slightly limp, but showing signs of hardening at the site of his friend servicing my asshole and pumping a second load into me.

Tony pulled out and my asshole was a dripping mess, but well lubed, Tony knelt on the other side of me from Alex and offered his cock for cleaning, a large globule of spunk on his tip, which I eagerly licked off and then sucked him clean. Seth, the third, was younger, quieter. His entry quick and easily slid in with 2 loads of nut in there. Once inside, he fucked with a frantic, **** energy, as if trying to prove something. It didn't take long for him to empty his nuts. His climax was quick and hot, a third, gushing addition to the mix. My ass was stretched to a throbbing, gaping ache, feeling impossibly full and leaking copiously.

Alex moved back into position, now at my front. His cock, wiped clean but still glistening, nudged against my swollen, sensitive pussy lips. “Now time for that hot pussy of yours” he muttered.

He pushed into my pussy, and the sensation was gorgeous—the familiar channel, sore and softened from overuse, now being filled from the front while my ass throbbed and leaked . He fucked my pussy with the same relentless, deep strokes, churning the mixed remnants of last night’s deposits. It was a rougher, more abrasive fullness. He came again, this time with a shorter, harder series of grunts, the streams of hot spunk coated the inside of my already wet and dripping hole.

Tony followed, his entry into my cunt a slick, brutal slide. He focused on a grinding, circular motion , giving me full strokes of cock in and out of my pussy ending balls deep, it wasn't long before he finished with a shout, flooding me. Seth was last, his thrusts becoming erratic and wild as he neared his peak. He came quickly, panting, adding his third overall deposit to the mix of his friends. I now had received 6 loads in total, 3 in my ass and 3 in my pussy, I felt incredibly horny at the amount of cock and spunk we were getting.

Alex stepped back. He didn't grab my hair or order me to the floor. He simply stood before me, his cock semi-hard again, glistening with the mixed fluids of my ass and pussy. "Kneel on the floor, babe" he said, his voice calm. "You're going to suck us off."

The command was clear. This was not about his use of me. It was about my service to him and slid to my knees on the floor before him. I didn't wait for further instruction. I took him in my hand, feeling the heat and the sticky-slick texture, and guided him into my mouth. I sucked him. I used my tongue, swirling around the head, tracing the ridge, then took him deeper, using a slow, steady bob of my head. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight, wet suction. I serviced him with a focused, mechanical expertise born of sheer repetition. I maintained the rhythm. He didn't thrust. He didn't face-fuck me. He simply stood there, one hand resting on my head, fingers tangling in my hair, not guiding, just possessing, as I worked him with my mouth.

His breathing deepened. A low groan rumbled in his chest. His fingers tightened slightly in my hair. I felt him swell, the veins growing more prominent under my tongue. I increased my pace, sucking harder, taking him as deep as I could without gagging, milking him with my lips and throat. With a sharp intake of breath, he came. The first spurt was intense and salty, hitting the back of my throat. I continued to suck, drawing out the rest of his release in several hot, pulsing jets. I swallowed every drop, cleaning him thoroughly until he was soft and spent. I released him with a soft pop, my lips staying closed around the final trickle. I grabbed my phone and gave it him and opened my mouth and he knew what I wanted, A picture for Carl, which he took, a good one of my mouth full of spunk. He put the phone down on the sofa.

"Fuck, that was good" he said, his voice rough. He patted my head, a dismissive, almost affectionate gesture. "Tony."

Tony was already there, his cock ready. I turned to him and repeated the process. He was more vocal, hissing encouragement and curses as I sucked him. "Yeah, just like that, you fucking cocksucker… take it all…" His climax was quicker, a hot flood that I dutifully swallowed. Seth was last. He was hesitant, almost shy. I took him into my mouth gently. He was the smallest, and I was able to take him fully without strain, giving him a true deepthroat experience. I sucked him with a gentle, consistent rhythm, and he came in under 5 minutes with a soft, surprised gasp, a smaller, warmer offering that I easily consumed.

I remained on my knees, catching my breath, the distinct tastes of the three men—Alex's musky salt, Tony's sharper bitterness, Seth's almost sweet tang—layered in my mouth and warming my stomach. Across the room, Laura was also on her knees, finishing her third man with the same silent, efficient service.

Alex checked his watch. "Eleven thirty, not bad" He looked down at me, my lips swollen and slick. "both of you are truly amazing, thanks for this, speak soon babe.". He kissed me again, they all did.

They dressed in silence and filed out. The door closed.

Laura and I were left in the wreckage. I stayed on my knees for a moment longer, the act of sucking, of actively serving to completion, feeling somehow more intimate and degrading than being passively used. Finally, I crawled back onto the sofa, my body a leaking, layered testament to the new order. Ass first. Service last.

It took a full minute for Laura to speak. Her voice was a ghost of a sound. "Fuck that was a good start to the day" She swallowed, a visible effort. "We both got 9 loads"

I nodded. "It was fucktastic", feeling the warm, insistent leak from my violated ass, the new foundational layer of the day’s use, and the lingering, proprietary aftertaste of having swallowed three men to their satisfaction. "Time to send Carl a piccy"

"Morning Babe . Me and Laura just had our Ass, then pussy, then mouth used by 6 guys. Laura and I are both full to the brim with spunk. Just finished swallowing the last of them. 9 new loads each this morning.

Here's a photo of my mouth full of spunk.
How was your slut last night? Did she take everything you and Josh gave her?"

Again wasn't long before he responded.

"Fuck, Carrie. That picture is incredible. Look at you—mouth stuffed like a good little cock sleeve. I love it. Our slut was fantastic last night. Absolutely insatiable. We sent her home just before midnight, full of multiple loads in every hole. She could barely walk straight. And the best part? Her hubby’s away on business. She’s coming to our hotel again tonight. We’re going to break her properly. Keep up the good work. Can’t wait to see how full you are by the end of today."

1pm - 4pm - Peter, Simon and 2 friends

The silence after Alex’s group left was a heavy, living thing. Laura and I performed the maintenance of our existence. We wiped down the duvet, its centre a sodden, sticky pond of spunk and pussy juice. We turned it over, so it was fresh. We had time for a bit to eat and drink, so we prepared a sandwich with a fresh hot coffee, that will keep us going. We did not speak of the taste in our mouths, the deep, sloshing fullness in our guts, or the constant, warm seep from our asses. The clock on the microwave read 12:17 PM.

We had forty-three minutes.

We took our positions. Me on the duvet for a change and Laura took the sofa. The bell sounded at 12:58 PM. I got up and opened the door. Two of our fuck buddies stood there, Peter and Simon behind them were two others who looked like colleagues—same generic business-casual wear, same air of detached curiosity.

“Hey hun, great to see you” Peter stated, his voice calm, almost clinical. He glanced at the wall, noting the original sequence had been restored. “We've been looking forward to this” He looked at us, his gaze analytical.

“Good” I replied, my voice a dry whisper. Each of them gave me a kiss as they entered.

“Nice” Peter said, already unbuttoning his shirt with precise movements. “Simon and I will take you Carrie” He nodded toward me. “Greg, Mark, you’re with Laura, both of these gorgeous ladies are total sluts guys. Enjoy”

They undressed quietly, folding their clothes neatly on the clean corner of the tarp. There was no banter, no crude laughter. I got on my hands and knees and Peter moved behind me. His hands were cool and dry as they settled on my hips. He didn’t grope or squeeze. He positioned me minutely, adjusting the angle of my pelvis. I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance. He entered in one smooth, controlled motion, filling my channel with completeness. Once seated, he began to fuck me with a steady, metronomic rhythm. His thrusts were deep and measured, each one perfectly identical to the last. He didn’t grunt or speak; his breathing was even, quiet. He fucked like he was performing a well-rehearsed task, his focus absolute. It felt strangely dehumanizing, more so than the **** of the morning. His orgasm, when it came, was a quiet affair. He pushed in deep, held, and I felt the throb of his release. He Kissed my back and gave my ass a little spank as he withdrew smoothly.

“Fuck that was good” he said. “Simon.”

Simon approached, his nervousness palpable. His entry was hesitant, shallow at first, before he sank deeper. My pussy was full of spunk and my juices and he slid in and out without effort. "Jesus, this pussy is soaking". He fucked with an anxious, jerky rhythm, his breath hitching. He came quickly, with a stifled gasp, and added his spunk to my sodden fuck hole , hurriedly pulled out, his face flushed.

Peter lubed his fingers with a clear gel from the small bottle. His preparation was methodical, thorough, almost medical. He worked two fingers into my aching ass, stretching the tender muscle with a slow, circular pressure. “See this has been used a lot, mmmm, nice” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone.

He replaced his fingers with his cock. The entry was a slow. He fucked my ass with the same precise, rhythmic strokes, each deep drive a calculated invasion. He paid close attention to his own sensations, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. His climax was another controlled event, a series of deep, deliberate pulses deep into my ass. Simon was less adept. His entry was a slippery, wet slide. He fucked with short, frantic strokes, overwhelmed by the sensation, and came almost immediately with a choked-off cry. I felt him empty his second load into my well used ass. My ass burned, the dual invasions leaving a dull, full ache that was somehow less visceral but more psychologically unsettling.

Peter stepped in front of me. He did not order me to my knees. He simply stood there, his semi-hard cock in his hand. I knelt before him on the duvet. He placed a hand under my chin, tilting my face up. “Open.”

I opened my mouth. He guided himself in, not thrusting, allowing me to do the work. I took him in, the taste of juices I began to suck, using the rhythm he seemed to prefer—slow, deep, with firm suction. He watched me dispassionately, his sharp eyes noting every movement of my lips and tongue. He let me service him for several minutes, his breathing eventually deepening. With a soft sigh, he came, a warm, salty burst that filled my mouth. I held it, swallowing slowly, deliberately, making sure he saw every drop consumed.

“fffuuuccckkk” he said softly, as he emptied his balls down my throat.

Simon was next. He was clearly overstimulated, trembling slightly. I took him into my mouth, and he lasted only a few minutes before he was pulsing, a smaller, quicker release that I swallowed easily.

Peter checked his watch. “Two twenty-eight. Within projected timeframe, best time I've had today, thank you Carrie, amazing as always” He looked at me, then at Laura, who was finishing with her own pair. They dressed with the same quiet efficiency, gathered their small bag of waste, and left without another word. The door closed.

The silence they left behind was the quietest yet. It wasn’t charged with exhaustion or pain, but with a sterile, eerie emptiness. They had used us well.

Laura finally stirred. Her voice, when it came, was thin and brittle. “Second session of the day. 6 loads each babe, my holes are full and my stomach full of spunk, what more could we ask for”

"We've only got one more visit today, but we are going to be completely sodden with cum, It's Alan and James and 2 friends, those 2 cum bucket loads as you know", I said.

"mmmmm, fuck yea, we are definitely going to stinking of cum at the end with them", Laura said quite giddily.

6:30pm - 9:30pm - Alan, James and two friends

The sterile silence of Peter’s visit had faded, replaced by the low, constant hum of our own bodies processing the day’s intake. The clock read 4:47 PM. The light through the blinds was softening into a dull, orange-grey twilight. Laura and I had not moved from the sofa for over an hour, save to drink coffee. The duvet wiped down, but soaked, but just barely. My body felt like a overfilled cistern, heavy and sloshing, yet the gnawing emptiness was returning, a deep, cellular hunger that no amount of absorbed protein could sate.

The bell screamed at 6:28 PM. Two minutes early again.

Laura rose, her movements stiff with a deep-seated fatigue, and opened the door. The energy that entered was immediate and palpable. It wasn't grim or clinical. It was boisterous, confident, Alan led the way. He was a mountain of a man , broad-shouldered with a thick chest covered in dark hair, and a round, friendly face that currently held a wide, eager grin. James was taller, leaner, with a swimmer's build and sharp, mischievous eyes. Behind them were two others who seemed cut from the same cloth—big, loud, and radiating a testosterone-fuelled anticipation.

“Evening, girls!” Alan boomed, his voice filling the small room. He clapped James on the shoulder. “Told you they’d be ready! Look at ‘em, primed and waiting!”

James whistled, his eyes raking over us. “We get free reign on the order. Right, boys?, We’re going off-menu. We start with the ass. Gotta make an impression.”

Alan’s grin widened. “Damn right. And we’re not rushing. We brought supplies.” He held up a six-pack of cheap beer. “Gonna make a night of it.”

“Sounds lovely” Laura said, her voice barely rising above a monotone. “two hunks for me and Carrie each, and you're doing ass, pussy and finishing last in our mouths”

“You got it, sweetheart,” Alan said, already pulling his shirt off, revealing a torso of solid muscle softened by a layer of comfortable fat. They undressed with noisy camaraderie, shoving each other playfully, their cocks already thick and heavy between their legs.

Alan and James positioned themselves behind Laura and me respectively. The other two, a quiet brute named Rob and a talkative one called Dex, stood by, beers in hand, watching.

James’s hands were big and warm on my hips. “Alright, darling. Let’s see what you’ve got back here. Well, won't be needing lube, your asses are primed and lubed already” . I felt him—the broad, blunt head of his cock, like a polished stone, pressing against me. He leaned his weight forward. He didn’t shove. He *pushed*, a steady, relentless invasion that stretched me wider and deeper than anyone had all day. A guttural moan was torn from my throat as he buried himself to the hilt in one long, continuous slide, his heavy balls coming to rest against my cheeks. He let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Fuuuuck me. That is perfect.”

And then he began to fuck my ass. Not with a frantic pace, but with a slow, powerful, piston-like rhythm. Long, dragging withdrawals that left me feeling empty and cold, followed by deep, impactful strokes that drove the air from my lungs and sent shockwaves through my pelvis. He set a deliberate, devastating tempo, each thrust a claim of territory. He talked, his voice a low rumble against my back. “That’s it… take it all… you’re built for this, aren’t you? Just a perfect little ass-fuck toy…”

He went on for what felt like forever, his endurance incredible. The build-up was immense, a coiling tension in his powerful thighs and core. When he finally came, it was an event. He slammed in deep, his body locking, and roared—a raw, animal sound. I felt it, a volcanic eruption deep in my bowels. It wasn’t a spurt or a jet; it was a hot, continuous *flood*, a seemingly endless torrent of thick, viscous cum that filled me to an unprecedented capacity. I groaned loudly and closed my eyes as he pulsed and pumped, grinding against me, for a full fifteen seconds before the flow began to ebb. He stayed buried, panting heavily, as the last few throbs released. When he finally pulled out, a veritable river of his spunk immediately gushed from my gaping hole, splattering noisily onto the duvet.

“Hell yeah,” he gasped, stepping back and admiring the mess. “Been saving all week with that load, and I know you love spunk. Your turn, Rob! Don’t disappoint.”

Rob, the quiet one, stepped up. He was even thicker than James, if shorter. His entry was a nice stretch. My ass extremely wet and sloppy. He fucked with a brutal, straightforward power, a jackhammer rhythm that shook my whole body on the stool. He came with a series of guttural grunts, adding another hot load to the reservoir James had created. The overflow was immediate and copious. My ass felt like it had been packed with warm, wet cement. I was distended, leaking uncontrollably, a sense of overwhelming fullness radiating from my core.

I turned over onto my back, my ass cheeks sat in a pool of spunk, I clenched my ass trying to keep the enormous amount of spunk sloshing in there. James moved to my front. His cock, wiped but still glistening, nudged my swollen, sensitive lips. “Alright, cunt. Your turn. ”

He pushed into my spunk soaked pussy, and the sensation was surreal—the intense, packed fullness in my ass contrasting with this new, deep invasion in front. He fucked my pussy with the same powerful, measured strokes, churning the day’s accumulated soup into a froth. He seemed to have a second wind, his stamina undiminished. He kissed me as he fucked, lots of tongue, and sucking on my tits. I wrapped my legs around him, still trying to keep all that juicy nut juice sloshing in my bowels. This climax built differently—deeper, more internal. When it hit, he drove in to the cervix and released another staggering volley. This one felt hotter, sharper, as it joined the chaotic mix in my womb. Another flood. I moaned and arched my back as he flooded me with another huge load. He lay there for a little while, still impaling me and slowly pulled out, cum seeped out and joined the pool under my ass cheeks.

Rob followed, his thick cock stretching my cunt wonderfully wide. He kissed me also, sucking my tits, playing with my nipples, talking dirty in my ear, "Dirty little cunt, fuck you're soaking now", he hand his hands on each of my tits as he fucked me and he came almost as hard as he had in my ass, a nice addition to my overflowing fuck hole. I was beyond full. My stomach visibly curved, tight and round. I could feel the separate, heavy volumes in my two chambers, a sloshing around which tuned me on even more.

James stepped back, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat covering his torso. “Last stop. On your knees. Let’s see you earn your keep.”

I knelt in the puddle of spunk. I took him into my mouth without being told. The taste was musky, salty, profoundly male. I sucked him with a ****, grateful energy, wanting to please this god of volume who had filled me so completely. I used my tongue, my throat, everything I had. He let me work, his hands on my head, not forcing, just guiding.

His third climax built slowly, a testament to his incredible reserves. When it came, it was another torrent. He groaned, his hips giving shallow thrusts as he emptied what felt like a pint of hot, salty cream into my mouth. I swallowed frantically, gulping around him, but it was too much, too fast. It overflowed, spilling from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin and neck in thick rivulets. I kept swallowing, **** slightly, until he was spent.

He pulled out, looking down at me, my face a glistening mask of his release. “Good girl,” he breathed, patting my cheek with a sticky hand. Rob was next. He came quickly, a smaller but still impressive burst that I managed to contain and swallow, though more dripped from my chin.

Across the room, Alan had performed a similar marathon on Laura, who was now on her knees, her face and throat plastered with white, sucking noisily on Dex as he finished.

Alan checked his phone, laughing. “Eight thirty What a session!” He looked at James.

James nodded, zipping his jeans with a satisfied smirk. “These two are keepers. Absolute champions.”

"Well guys, you certainly gave us a tonne of spunk in our holes, thank you, it was amazing", I said , Laura nodding , "Christ yea, you're welcome anytime guys" , she added.

They dressed amidst laughter and back-slaps, gave us a kiss each and finished their beers, and left, their booming voices echoing down the hall. The door closed. The silence was profound, broken only by the ragged sound of our breathing and the steady *drip… drip… splash* from our overstuffed, leaking bodies onto the overwhelmed duvet.

It was a long time before Laura could speak. Her voice was hoarse, shattered. “**** volume… awesome". I remained on my knees, unable to rise, feeling the incredible, sloshing weight of Alan and James’s prodigious gifts inside me. My ass and cunt were packed to bursting. My throat was raw, my stomach churning with the sheer volume of swallowed spunk.

"Time for a snap for Carl and Josh, now we're packed to overflowing, he'll want to see it", I said, Laura grabbed my phone and snapped me on my hands and knees and I gently pushed out the spunk from my pussy , thick strands dangled from my pussy and it pooled under me.

*"Hey Babe. Alan and James, the big cummers have just left with their friends. They started with my ass, pussy then swallowing. I’ve never been so full. Laura and I are both full to the brim with spunk. It’s coming out of me. I can’t stop it. Here’s a photo of your whore pushing their spunk out of her cunt. We’re full the the brim.

How is it going with your slut"*

"Holy fuck, Carrie. That picture is everything. Look at you, overflowing like a fountain. I can’t stop staring. You look so fucking perfect. Our slut has just left. We had her for hours. Made her suck us both off twice before we even touched her pussy. Then Josh bent her over on the bed and fucked her ass raw while I used her mouth. We came in her at the same time—my load down her throat, his deep in her ass. She was loving it and took it. We flipped her onto her back and took turns on her cunt until she cum and fucked her through it, she passed out at one point and woke up with a different cock fucking her. Sent her home with all three holes leaking. She’s coming back tomorrow . Her husband thinks she’s at a yoga retreat.

*Keep pushing, baby. I love seeing you used like this. Can’t wait to see what’s next.
ps: I'll send snaps of her used up tomorrow"*