Maria lay on the table, her legs straight up and pressed against his chest as he pumped ball deep into her ass. She had all the time loved the intense sensations and feeling of being dominated that anal brought. Maria had learned that most guys sucked at anal, if you wanted it done properly then Angela’s sex parties were the place to go.

The fact the table was surrounded by people enjoying the show just added to the thrill. He was keen to impress the onlookers and her ass was reaping the advantages. As for Maria, she was no showgirl. She didn’t do the stupid fake ahegao face like some attention-seeking wannabe pornstar desperate for likes. Nor did she moan with the vocabulary range of a parrot. When Maria let go it was no act, she moaned, swore, and trembled because his cock drove her to it. When he eventually exploded into her, he knew he was emptying into a real woman who had enjoyed it as much as he.

Maria cleaned up and returned to the party. She needed a drink and poured herself some wine into a plastic cup. It wasn’t a wild fuckfest, more a social gathering of like-minded people who enjoyed each other’s business with a dash of sex thrown in. Slinking into a soft leather sofa she was soon joined by an old friend.

“Bloody hell, I was impressed you could take all of him. I struggle with guys half his length,” said Tilly.

Tilly was another regular, she didn’t much go for anal but was all the time keen to do other things and no guy left her business with full balls.

“You know what the secret is? A big bowl of porridge every morning.”

Tilly wasn’t sure if she was serious but kinda got the logic.

“She’s right you know? Plenty of fibre, but personally I prefer vegetable soup,” came a voice from behind the sofa. “You should come to one of my painal parties. Last Saturday of each month.”

Maria looked at the woman, her body screamed chipshop not vegetable soup.

Maria replied, “painal? Isn’t that, well painful?”

“It’s not for everyone, but if you like to explore your limits your more than welcome to join us. Besides, we’ve got better wine. Tell me, apart from getting fucked why do you come to these things?”

Maria took another sip of wine and pointed to a girl bouncing on a fat dick. “Where else can you enjoy a show like that?”

She slipped Maria a card, “Well if you fancy a good show, or perhaps a proper dicking, come to this address last Sunday of the month.”

Curiosity may have killed the cat but it usually treated the pussy pretty well. Maria was a naturally curious person so that little white card was oh so tempting. She needed a new thrill in her life, a new direction, could this be it?

Two weeks later Maria found herself sat on one of many chairs arranged in a semi-circle that faced a strange contraption at the far side of the room. It appeared to be an old wooden whisky barrel, turned on its side and propped up by a makeshift frame. Draped over the barrel was a large sheet of well-worn leather and from numerous points hung long strips of belts and buckles. Its function was obvious, and it wasn’t decoration.

She had been to many a sex party. Some were little more than wine & cheese affairs with little sex on the side, and others were more raucous fuckfests, but to her this was new. It seemed more formal, like a visit to the theatre. One thing seemed to be missing, the one thing crucial to any good sex party, men. Maria turned to a girl she recognised, “dumb question, but where are all the men?”

Her friend laughed, “don’t worry, we keep them upstairs. We used to let them watch but most got too excited and came too quick when it was their turn.”

“That’s a relief, hope they brought enough cock for everyone.”

Maria topped her wine glass up to the brim, partly to steady her nerves, but mostly because it was free. It was at this moment the hostess took centre stage. Late middle-aged and by the look of her body not a great lover of salad. But she was a pleasant enough woman that Maria had met several times before.

Clinking her wine glass with overly long red fingernails, the hostess spoke, “Welcome everyone, nice to see the familiar faces and a few new ones. We all know why we’re here. If you want to take part pop your name in the pot that’s been passed around. Otherwise, just sit back, fill your glasses and enjoy the show. “

Maria scrawled her name on a piece of paper, folded it neatly and dropped it in the pot. The host continued, “OK, a quick reminder of the rules; one, you’re bending over the barrel at your own risk. Two, once you’re strapped down there’s no backing out, there’s no safe word. Three, he ain’t stopping until he’s finished no matter how much you yell. Got that girls?”

The pot returned to the hostess who gave it a little shake, silence fell as she ruffled her fingers in and pulled out the first name, “Sarah, come on down.”

Sarah made her way to the front, “nice to see you again, you know the routine, let’s show the newbies how it’s done.”

The hostess beckoned Sarah to drop her skirt and bend over the barrel. She obeyed, folding her body over it, spreading her arms and legs ready for the straps. Her breasts swung forward almost popping from her top as they squashed against the barrel. The hostess fastened her securely finishing with a large thick strap that crossed her back. It looked a little overkill, more for show than practicality, but it added to the theatre.

The hostess banged on a door and called forth the first man. In walked a tall slim gent probably early 30s wearing a dark bathrobe. He gave her bottom a playful spank and with a cheeky smile whipped his robe off. Where a girl may have been disappointed with his scrawny 1obody, the real reason for his invitation was standing proud for all to see. He smeared the head of his dick with a minuscule amount of lube that barely coated it and left nothing for the shaft.

Maria had enjoyed anal countless times before and knew the importance of being generously lubed up, she doubted he would be able to penetrate with such a tiny smidgen of lube. He got up close behind Sarah, angling his cock into position. A single swing of his hips and an expletive scream from her lips proved Maria wrong.

Sarah took several deep breaths, he adjusted his feet and started vigorously thrusting into her. She emitted a mix of whining and swearing through clenched teeth that blurred into one indistinguishable groan. The straps did their job, keeping her fixed in position but the whole structure shook and rattled as he pounded her deaf to her cries. It wasn’t a long show, barely a few minutes before he finished with a groan of his own.

It was short but far from sweet, a display of hard aggressive fucking and a woman pushed to her limits and perhaps beyond. Maria couldn’t figure out why a woman would put herself through it, after all, she didn’t seem to get any pleasure. Yet this woman returned time and time again. Even as they unbuckled her and she collapsed to the floor she had a look of satisfaction that contrasted with her previous contortions of agony. Maria felt her own emotions torn, both shocked by what she saw yet transfixed by the whole thing. This wasn’t so much voyeurism, but more car crash rubbernecking.

Once things had calmed down it was time for the next draw. Again an experienced girl took to the stage and a man called forth. She recognised this one from a previous sex party where he had given her jaw ache and a lot of pleasure.

Penetration was swift, a blasphemous yell filled the air and she moaned like a whore as he enthusiastically hammered deep inside. Maria watched in awe as the straps struggled to keep the girl pinned down and the whole apparatus shook as his muscular thighs drove his cock back and forth. It reminded her of a ship’s surgeon sawing a leg off a wounded sailor who both screamed in agony yet was grateful for the service. Her ass destroyed in under three minutes, it took two to help her to a chair while the rest threw praise upon her.

In between bouts the girls would top up their glasses, swivel on their chairs and gossip about their ex or that bitch from work. But at the chink of the hostess’s glass, silence would fall. Like ancient Romans, willing to see the next Christian thrown to the lions, the group held its breath at each draw. The hostess would create suspension, drawing out the ritual and looking at girls in turn before tapping the barrel with a big “come on down.”

When Maria heard her name called she knew it was her last chance to back out. A cold shiver ran down her spine and her legs turned to jelly. It was only morbid curiosity and the charged atmosphere that carried her to the front.

“Go on Maria, you can do this,” she said to herself as she stepped out of her skirt and draped her body over the barrel. The hostess slipped a loop over each wrist tightening it as much as efficient before pulling down and stretching Maria’s arms glueing her to the barrel like a limpet. Next, her ankles were fastened and her legs pulled aside, finally, the thick padded strap was laid across her back, Maria was definitely going nowhere.

Maria looked out at the sea of faces gazing at her. The leather-clad barrel she was strapped to was still wet from the previous woman’s sweat and the restraints dug uncomfortably into her wrists. Thoughts of what she’d just witnessed ran through her head as she pondered how she got here and whether she could take what was coming.

Two loud raps on the door and all eyes turned from Maria. Who was he? Stranger or past lover? The one thing she could be certain of was he wouldn’t have a pencil dick. He gave her bottom the customary playful slap, more noise than sting, then ran his finger up her crack. Maria guessed he was checking she hadn’t cheated by pre-lubing.

She felt him get into position snuggled between her legs, his cock laying flat in her crevice giving her the first indication of its size. He prised her cheeks a little further aside and pushed his cock down so the head pressed directly into her anus. The pressure eased for a second but felt an eternity as she braced herself.

Maria jolted with a yell as his cock bit into her like an angry viper. Death where is thy sting? Maria’s ass knew the answer. With one hard push, he had broken through and filled her completely. He held still as electric shocks danced around her ring and a deep throbbing pain filled her. Maria panted, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” her ass pulsating as it tried in vain to eject him. His cock writhed inside as he made the final adjustments, her rectum unfurled around it with a twang as Maria panted and clenched her fists.

When it started there was no gradual build-up, no gentle exploratory probes or thoughtful penile caresses. From the first thrust, he pummeled her backdoor like a debt collector. Her ring stung as if it were kissed by the crack of a whip upon each thrust as his shaft smashed its way up, battering her relentlessly with a dull thud, thud, thud, that sent shockwaves through her body with the repetition of a stick run along iron railings.

The barrel rattled beneath her like an old cart over a cobbled street knocking the air out of her lungs. Her passage pulsated with each push and pull, expanding and collapsing as every burning, grating stroke was driven into her then seemed to suck her insides out like a giant sink plunger before rearranging her organs in a game of visceral Tetris.

Then as suddenly as it started it stopped, his cock rippled as he shot three large loads in her that cooled the burning as he slowly withdrew his cock leaving a trembling chasm in its wake. Maria was shaken, her ass still ached and throbbed as if if were still being pounded. A couple of girls caught her as she collapsed off the barrel as her straps were unbuckled.

Yet as they helped her to the recovery corner, Maria felt she had gone ten rounds of boxing and was victorious.