Preparing for the bull pit — an anal adventure with my bull

I talked to my husband about Joel’s proposition to take me to his bull pit. Well, I say we talked, but it wasn’t even that complicated if I am honest. I told him about the pit and Joel’s offer, and he asked me if I fancied it (silly question), then happily agreed. I put a message in our WhatsApp group with Joel underneath the pics and videos he’d taken of me in the stable with him a few nights ago.

‘Hi. We’re both up for me coming to the bull pit.’

It took him a few hours, but eventually, he responded.

‘Good girl. They’ll love you. I have pics to send when I propose you to the group.’

I didn’t hear from him for a few days — frustratingly — then early one afternoon, while I was working at home alone, he sent a message to the group.

‘P, you at home?’

‘Yes. x’

‘Let me in.’

My heart skipped. I was supposed to be working, but I had a feeling he had other plans. Plans I would be more than happy to take a little time away from my desk for.

I flew to the door and opened it, then looked up into his eyes sweetly.

“How can I be of assistance?” I purred.

He pushed me back against the wall and kissed my neck aggressively, putting his hand up my skirt and between my legs, pressing his thumb against my clit through my underwear.

“That’s one hell of a ‘hello’!” I murmured.

He stepped back. “I’m proud of you, P. Just showing my appreciation.”

“Proud of me for what?” I panted, running a hand up his leg to the bulge in his jeans.

“You got invited to the bull pit on your first try.”

“Really?” I said, perhaps a little too excitedly.

He passed me an ivory envelope with a wax seal on it.

“Oooh, that’s swish,” I said.

We went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. I teased open the envelope, took out the letter inside, and then slid my legs across him. He returned to thumbing my clit slowly as he listened to me read aloud:

‘Dear P

Congratulations!

We are writing to let you know that your bull’s proposal for you to be invited to an evening at the Bull Pit has been considered, and after counting the votes, you have won.

This letter is designed to give you a little information on what to expect, how to prepare, and to tell us a little more about yourself that will help the bulls to ensure you have a wonderful time in the pit.

Location: The bull pit is in Manchester (UK) and occupies an expansive disused warehouse. The Bulls will arrange and fund a room in a local luxury hotel for you to use for the weekend. Details will follow. Your husband is welcome to stay in the room with you but is not invited to the pit.

Plans for the weekend: You may stay at the hotel on Friday night uninterrupted. On Saturday, at 3 pm, a car will collect you to take you to the pit. You will be brought back to the hotel after your visit and check out of the hotel as normal on Sunday.

At the pit: The pit contains a private room for you to change, which includes a shower and all the other amenities you might need. You will always be escorted by your bull, and he will be on hand to provide any help, advice, or support you need.

How it works: The Bull Pit is a long-established tradition which has an element of theatre about how we operate. In principle, your bull is there to proudly show you off to his peers, then give you to them as a gift. Once that has happened, you will take your place on the bed in the centre of the room and invite your bulls’ peers to join you.

What to wear: The theatre of the occasion requires you to be dressed provocatively for your bull to present you to, then offer you to, the group. Your bull will provide guidance on his preferred outfit for the occasion.

Pit rules: The bulls fully recognise that there are rules that must be adhered to. Some of those rules will be dictated by your boundaries (see attached sheet to complete these), and others by the limits of your willingness to participate in the theatre of the occasion. While the theatre insists you are offered up and then taken by the group, you are in complete control and can stop, withdraw, slow down, or just pause at your will. Any bull who pushes these boundaries will be immediately excluded from the group permanently. Any role-play is just that. Nothing more.

Please complete the attached boundaries sheet and return it to your bull.’

I looked up at Joel, wriggling a little as his attention on my clit still.

“Sounds very formal,” I said, a little surprised.

“It’s to make sure the bulls stick to the rules. These guys will. They always do. But some other bull pits have forgotten that the wife is there by choice for a gangbang, and not to be treated like a piece of meat unless she wants to, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” I said.

I stood up and passed him the letter, then put my hands under my skirt and pulled down my thong, stepping out of it and sitting back on his lap again. He smiled at me as he slid his hand under my skirt once more, stroking my opening gently with his fingertips. I moaned a little as he passed me the letter back.

The front door opened, and my husband walked in. He didn’t flinch seeing me sitting in Joel’s lap, and I saw him glance at Joel’s hand up my skirt, which made him smile.

“What are you two up to?” he asked casually.

“Perfect timing!” I said.

“We’re just about to fill out my boundaries sheet for the bull pit.”

“You’ve been accepted then?” he asked.

“Of course she fuckin’ has,” Joel said approvingly. “Sit. You can help us fill it out.”

Hubby sat down in the only place in the room where he could see Joel’s hand up my skirt, stroking my pussy.

I read aloud again.

“Please underline all the activities you would be happy to engage in during your evening at the bull pit. Please underline only those activities you genuinely enjoy.”

“Pass me a pen, honey,” I said to my husband. As he stood up and went to find a pen, Joel lifted my skirt a little and slid his fingers inside me. It took my breath away, but I tried to remain composed as hubby came back and passed me a pen, glancing down at Joel’s hand before sitting back down.

I read aloud and underlined as I went.

“Receiving oral, God, yes! Giving oral, of course! Giving oral to multiple bulls at the same time, yup! Unprotected vaginal sex, yes, please! Unprotected anal sex, oh, if I must! Double penetration,” I paused and looked at Joel.

“What’s up?”

“Bearing in mind your bicep has the same diameter as my waist, if they’re all as big as you, that might break me.”

“Have you done it before?”

“Yes.”

“Would you do it again?”

“God, yes.”

“Underline it. I got your back,” he said casually, still fingering me while my husband watched on.

I started reading again.

“Double penetration, yep, rough sex, I would hope so, name-calling, can’t hurt!”

The list went on and on, and the pen did a lot of underlining.

“Water sports, ewwww no.”

My husband laughed.

“Come on me, come in me, but pissing on me? No, thank you.”

I eventually completed the list and passed it to Joel. He folded it and threw it on the coffee table.

Turned on from his continual slow fingering of me in front of my hubby, I was hoping that wasn’t the end of his visit.

“Anything else I can do for you while you are here?” I asked, turning to him and staring into his eyes seductively.

“Well, you have underlined a thing or two that we haven’t done yet. And I’ll be fucked off if one of the other bulls gets to do them with you before I do.”

“Such as?” I asked, already having an idea.

He looked up at my husband, who was listening intently to the conversation.

“Wanna watch me fuck your wife in the ass?”

“Damn right,” my husband said.

I was immediately a little nervous, as well as excited. I loved anal sex, and my hubby and I did it frequently, but as much as I loved my husband’s cock, it was nowhere near the size of Joel’s. He detected my nerves.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it steady,” he said. “Until you are used to it, at least.”

I smiled, climbed off his lap, and stood up.

“Coming, boys?” I said calmly.

They both stood up and followed me up the stairs. Hubby took up his seat on the corner of our bedroom while Joel stripped naked quickly.

I held out a hand and stroked his cock while I unbuttoned my blouse with the other. Joel pushed it off my shoulders and reached around me, unclipping my bra like a professional, then pulling down the zip on my skirt, revealing my already lingerie-less lower half.

“Lie,” he said, gesturing to the bed. “On your back, on the edge.”

I climbed onto the bed and hung my head off the edge, waiting for Joel to bring his cock to my mouth.

“You should open your legs and play with yourself. I bet your bubby would like that.”

They nodded to each other as I bent my knees and parted them, slipping one hand down to my clit.

Joel stepped forward, and surprisingly to me, he didn’t put his cock in my mouth. Instead, he stepped further forward and buried my head between his legs — a situation I was more than happy to find myself in — I licked his balls slowly before sucking them into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue, one at a time. I could feel his cock resting on my neck, and as I worked away with my mouth, I felt its weight on me start to decrease as it started to become hard. He moved forward a little, and I probed his rear with my tongue.

“Fucking hell, P,” he said, clamping my head with his legs and holding me there for a while.

“Your wife knows how to work an ass doesn’t she?” I heard him say to my husband. He must have nodded. I didn’t hear a response. Eventually, Joel let go of my head and stepped back. I rolled over onto my front, lifted onto my elbows, and took his magnificent cock into my mouth.

“Got any lube?” He asked my husband.

A moment later, my husband had returned to his chair, and Joel was holding our bottle of anal lube. “Open your legs,” he said as I continued lying on my front, working the tip of his cock with my tongue.

I did as he asked happily, and he leaned forward over me, driving himself deeper into my mouth and making me gag a little. A moment later, I felt a finger massaging lube into my rear. I moaned with excitement as he applied a little more and inserted a finger into me, making sure I was well lubricated to accept him. He worked me with his finger for a few moments, then slowly inserted another beside it.

“Fuck,” I said, withdrawing from his cock for a second.

“Ready?” he asked.

I looked up at him as I circled the tip of his cock with my tongue.

“Can’t wait,” I said, nerves subsiding a little.

“Wanna help out?” he said, looking over at my husband.

“Of course,” hubby replied. Keen to be part of the event.

“Kneel at the top of the bed,” Joel said, looking down at me, amused at my reluctance to stop sucking his cock till I had to.

Hubby got up and climbed onto the bed, throwing the pillows on the floor and sitting back on his feet. Joel leaned down and lifted me, all too easily, and sat me in front of my husband.

“Open your knees so she can lie back.”

Hubby opened his knees, and I lay back against his chest, opening my legs. Joel knelt between them and massaged some lube into his cock. It glistened in the light. He lifted my ankles high and wide, pulling my pelvis upward and exposing the most intimate parts of my body to him.

“Your beautiful ass looks tight,” he said, looking down admiringly.

“Something tells me for you it might be,” I said sweetly.

“Here, hubby, hold these,” he said, passing my ankles to him.

Now it made sense. He was using my husband to pin me in the perfect position for him to penetrate me fully while getting him close to the action. He liked it, as I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back as I lay on him.

As Joel shuffled forward a little, I felt the tip of his cock graze against my rear. I concentrated on my breathing. I had a feeling I was going to need to.

I felt welcome, erotic, orgasmic pressure as he pressed slowly against a closed door, clearly intent on opening it fully. I relaxed, and thankfully his tip slid into me with ease as my body welcomed him inside. He stopped for a second.

“Okay?” he asked.

“So far, so good,” I panted. I glanced up at my husband, who was staring between my legs, his eyes glistening with excitement.

Joel pressed slowly forward. I was amazed at how easily he was able to slide forward. I felt myself feeling fuller and fuller, but my body seemed determined to accept him without any discomfort. I thought it would take me a long time to adjust, but it didn’t, and after only a minute or two of panting and heavy breathing (mostly from me), at least three-quarters of Joel’s cock was occupying my back passage. And the sensation that came with that? Well, let’s just say I could have had an orgasm just by letting him in.

“Fuck you are tight. It’s amazing,” he said, smiling down at me.

“Something tells me I won’t be quite as tight shortly,” I replied, biting my lip.

“Why?” he said, teasing.

“Well, you haven’t gone to all this trouble to put your cock in my ass, not to fuck it have you?”

He slid back slowly. “No.”

Then he pressed into me.

I’ll tell the truth. I screamed. Not through pain, just through shock (yeah, I know, I was expecting it, but still) and absolute pleasure. It felt like it did the first time he slid himself into my pussy, but more intense, more intimate, and a lot dirtier.

He looked down.

“It’s all in,” he said, almost proudly.

“Great, now fuck me!” I begged.

Joel, as promised, started slow, sliding the full length of his mammoth cock in and out of my rear. I gripped my husband’s legs and moaned loudly as Joel steadily increased his speed, grunting happily as he (and my husband) watched his length repeatedly disappear inside my back passage. I slid my hand down to my clit and rubbed it a little, then decided I wanted more and slipped my fingers inside myself as Joel fucked me. My first orgasm arrived like a freight train, and even my husband struggled to hold onto my ankles as my whole body shook, my pussy clamping around my fingers and my ass clamping around Joel.

As it subsided (which took a while, as Joel had no intention of slowing his relentless pounding into me for my benefit, he unexpectedly pulled out.

“Roll over on your knees,” he said.

Hubby let go of my ankles, and I was over in a shot, up on my knees with my face in my husband’s groin. Joel dropped his cock onto my back, then slid backwards, letting his tip fall between my ass cheeks, pressing forward at the perfect time to drive his full length back into me.

“Oh, my fucking God!” I shouted, as I instinctively reached up and started rubbing my husband’s cock through his jeans while Joel slammed into me, gripping my waist and pounding almost as hard as he liked to in my pussy. Joel didn’t last as long as he usually did. In a way, I was proud of that. I told myself my tightness and eagerness triggered him, but still, after nearly ten minutes of having my ass fucked by him, I was ready for a break. But not until I had earned my prize. I’m always more vocal during anal. Ask my husband or any of my previous boyfriends, so Joel didn’t need to coax any comments out of me today. They just fell out. Desperately.

“I want you to come in me,” I begged, squeezing hubby’s cock through his jeans still as Joel got up onto his feet and squatted behind me, using his body weight to continue to drive himself inside me.

“Where?” Joel asked.

“I want you to come in my ass,”

“When?”

“Now!” I screamed. He upped his pace and grunted loudly, slamming hard into me.

“If you insist,” he said, slipping his cock almost entirely out of me, then driving in one last, magnificent time. He moaned as his cock twitched, and he deposited his load deep down into me, still moving, but more slowly, as he let every last drop of his come leave his body and enter mine.

“Stay there, don’t move,” he said, finally finishing his deposit and slowly removing his cock. He knelt behind me, staring down into the gaping hole in my body he had created.

“Now,” he whispered.

I clenched slowly, closing the door once more, feeling some of his gift dripping from my ass and running down the lips of my pussy.

“Perfect,” he said, getting up and dressing himself. “Don’t move. Your husband has earned at least a blow job for helping me out like that. I looked up at hubby, and he smiled.

Joel reached for the door. “I’m done here. The bull pit is in two weeks. I’ll see you again before then,” he said.

I looked up and stretched out my legs, lowering my body flat onto the bed as he admired my tiny frame.

“You’re too much fun, P,” he said.

“You’ll find she hasn’t even got started yet,” my husband replied.

“Fuck,” Joel said. “Laters.”

He closed the bedroom door behind him, and we heard a click as he left through the front door. I looked up at hubby.

“You earned a blow job,” I said sweetly, opening his jeans and taking out his cock. I slipped it into my mouth and happily started to bob up and down on my man. Then I had an idea.

“Unless there is something else you can see that you want?” I said, lifting off him briefly.

“Such as?” he asked.

“Well, my ass is well lubricated. Seems a shame to waste it, don’t you think?”

I shuffled back, allowing him to take off his jeans then he lay on top of me as I opened my ass cheeks for him. He slid into me with ease. It felt different — smaller, obviously — but in many ways better. This was my husband, after all. And he was about to make love to me, which I would never want from Joel.

He leaned down and kissed my neck softly as he progressed to a slow, orgasmic rhythm. His movement, coupled with my playing with my clit brought me quickly to the edge of another orgasm.

“Come together?” I panted.

“Ready when you are,” he whispered.

“Now,” I said softly, starting to shudder as my hubby pressed himself down onto my naked body, draining himself into me passionately.

I could give up Joel easily, but I couldn’t live without him.

Thankfully, I could have both…

Next episode: The Bull Pit