Fun With Marion and Lots of Friends in Lancashire
Copyright© 2026 by AnnaTartyWife
Chapter 2
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Marion and I travel to Lancashire for a breeding session.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Uncle Nephew Gang Bang Group Sex Indian Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting
The afternoon dragged in a haze of recovery after the morning’s gangfuck, our bodies marked with fading paw prints and sticky remnants of mand and dog seed. Marion and I lounged in the conservatory, sipping wine the men poured, the sun dipping low.
Timothy’s eyes lingered on our naked forms, his voice gravelly as he outlined the evening: ‘Lesbian show to start, you filthy cum-guzzling sluts. Dress up in those red sets I packed—black basques, suspenders, seamed stockings. Tease us proper, then we’ll wreck your whore cunts.’
Javid nodded, stroking his beard, while Imran shifted excitedly, muttering ‘gonna stuff those dirty bitch holes again girls.’
The dogs dozed nearby, tails twitching in their sleep, sensing the building tension.
About an hour later we went upstairs, Marion and I slipped into the outfits, the black basques hugging our torsos tight, pushing our tits up high with lace edges framing our nipples. Red suspenders clipped to sheer seamed stockings that whispered up our legs, the seams straight and teasing from thigh to toe. Matching red thongs barely covered our pussies, already damp from anticipation. We added black heels, the clicks echoing as we admired ourselves—Marion’s curves fuller, my frame slimmer but no less eager. ‘Gonna make those bastard pricks beg for our sloppy twats,’ she said, pulling me close for a quick kiss, tongues flicking.
Down in the conservatory, lamps cast a warm glow, the men sprawled on couches and chairs, cocks out and semi-hard, beers in hand. The dogs perked up as we entered, hips swaying, stockings flexing with each step. We ignored them at first, circling each other in the centre rug, hands roaming. Marion cupped my tits through the basque, thumbs circling my hardening nipples until I moaned, arching into her touch. I slid my palms down her sides, hooking fingers in her thong to tug it aside, exposing her shaved pussy lips.
Our show heated fast.
She pushed me to my knees, stockings rasping on the rug, and ground her crotch against my face, my tongue darting out to lick her folds, tasting her arousal mixed with morning’s remnants. The men groaned—Greg’s hand pumping his shaft, Dennis muttering ‘fuck yes, eat that nasty slut snatch’—as I sucked her clit, fingers parting her ass cheeks to probe her hole. Marion gasped, tits heaving in the basque, then yanked me up for a deep kiss, our saliva mixing as we stripped the thongs off, leaving us in basques, suspenders, heels and stockings only. We dropped to the rug in a 69, Marion on top, her pussy dripping onto my mouth while I spread my legs wide, seams stretching. She lapped my slit hungrily, tongue fucking in and out, then sucked my clit hard, making my hips buck.
I mirrored her, fingers sliding into her wetness, curling to hit her spot as she shuddered. Our mutual orgasms built quick—mine first, crashing with a muffled cry into her thigh, juices flooding her mouth. ‘I’m fucking cumming again, oh fuck yes!’ I cried out.
She came seconds later, thighs clamping my head, squirting lightly onto my tongue. The men jerked faster, but held back, eyes locked on our writhing bodies, stockings laddering slightly from the friction. ‘Look at these disgusting dyke whores cumming like cheap porn-stars,’ John snarled.
‘Enough teasing, you piss-drinking cum rags,’ Timothy barked, standing first.
The gangfuck swarmed us.
He grabbed Marion, bending her over the couch arm, ripping her basque cups down to free her tits, and slammed his cock into her pussy from behind, balls slapping her ass. ‘Take it, you greedy cock-sleeve!’ I got Dennis next, on my back with legs hooked over his shoulders, his stocky frame pounding my cunt deep, the basque riding up as my stockings-clad calves flexed. ‘Fuck my tight little whore hole,’ I groaned. Greg shoved into my mouth, fucking my throat with short thrusts, saliva bubbling. ‘Suck it down, you filthy throat-slut.’ Javid took my hand, wrapping it around his thick brown cock to stroke while Imran knelt by Marion, feeding her his slim shaft, her lips stretching wide. ‘Choke on that, you dirty Pakistani cock whore,’ Imran sneered.
Rotations spun us like toys.
Pete hoisted me onto his lap, impaling my ass on his girth, the stretch burning as he bounced me, seams of my stockings catching on his jeans. ‘Ride it, you ass-fucked bitch!’ Marion rode Timothy reverse, her pussy gripping him while Greg fingered her ass, adding a second cock to stretch her wider. ‘Double up this sloppy cum-dump,’ Greg laughed. We came off multiple times—me grinding down on Pete until my walls spasmed, milking him dry inside; Marion wailing as Javid and Imran double-penetrated her, one in pussy, one in mouth, her body quaking with peaks that left her limp. ‘Scream for us, you worthless fuck-pig,’ Javid growled as she climaxed. An uncle and nephew sandwich; the lucky bitch! The men pulled out, cocks throbbing, but the dogs whistled in next.
Duke mounted Marion first, paws on her basque, cock spearing her cum-slick pussy, hips snapping until his knot swelled and locked, pumping seed deep as she came again, stockings soaking from the drip. ‘Breed that nasty dog-bitch,’ Timothy commanded.
Alfie took me doggy-style, thrusting into my ass, the Alsatian’s pace brutal, knot tying us tight, his hot jets breeding me full while I fingered my clit to climax, body shaking. “Oh make me fucking cum again Alfie’, I almost begged.
‘Take the mutt’s load, you beast-fucking slut,’ Dennis jeered.