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agraja, My first time playing the role of mommy but I had a lot of fun, I hope you all enjoy![F4M] [Script Fill] Mom has the talk with her son [mom/son] [incest] [age] [loving] [hj] [riding] [creampie] (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai

Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration… Pete had been friends with Steve since he had first graduated from college and gotten his first job. He remembered meeting Steve at his orientation to the company by the Human Resources Dept. Steve was one of the salesman who sold software for the company and was going to be a mentor to Pete as he started working also in sales for Eros. Pete was new to the city of Charleston, WV. In fact, he had just moved there from his home in Columbus, Ohio. Pete really wanted to get into writing his own programs as well as doing computer programming and architecture for businesses. The sales job was a way of working himself into the company. Hell, it was a recession and he was glad to have any type of job! Pete and Steve really hit it off. Steve was able to help Pete find out his way around town, set him up with an apartment, and show him both the highs and lows of Charleston, WV. Pete especially liked the lows that Steve had showed him– the strip bars, the adult bookstores and even a place that had a live sex show. One time Pete told a stripper that Steve was the person with all the money and that she should ask him for the money for a dance. Yes, getting financially started was a hard thing to do in a new city. It was quite a dance at that – as she spread her legs wide exposing her nude vagina several drops of moisture dripped down her slit and disappeared onto the floor below. This was the first of many trips to the adult entertainment places in Charleston. Steve was married to a beautiful women named Sasha who was 30 years old. The first time Pete saw Sasha was a reflection in a mirror in the hallway at their house. Sasha was 5’6″ with dark jet black hair cut in a way that made her look very tom boyish. Her figure was anything but tom boyish with well developed breasts, a tight rounded butt, and a slim waistline. Pete often wondered what she looked like beneath her clothes. Sasha was quite a contrast as far as looks– a tom boyish appearance with the body that any sculptor or painter would use for a model. Sasha greeted Pete with a warm handshake, hug, and greeting: “So your the new whiz kid whose out to conquer the sales world.” Her smile put him at ease. Pete thought how Steve was such a lucky bastard to have a woman like her. Pete advanced quickly in the company. He was soon named vice-president of sales. Pete then developed several unique computer products. This propelled him into the highest levels of management as well as made him very wealthy. Steve on the other hand had a tide of misfortune and his sales plummeted. Steve then began to drink. Pete ran into Sasha at the car repair shop. She was had been crying to herself. Evidently, her car needed repaired and when it came time to pay the credit card had been rejected. Sasha didn’t even have a way home. Pete quickly paid for the car repair. Sasha promised to pay him back. Pete could only think how he wanted her to pay him back. Sasha showed up to Pete’s place a couple hours later. Her eyes were red. Evidently, it had been a very bad day since a number of creditors had been calling with threats to repossess their house and belongings. Steve had even spent Sasha’s private savings without her knowledge. She was destitute. Sasha asked Pete if she could borrow some money and that she would be “willing to do any maid service around the house to help out and that she would also get a job to pay him back.” Pete asked, “Are you really willing to be my paid maid? Would you take a job where all your debts could be paid off?” Sasha responded quizzically, “It sounds as though you have something in mind. I just thought I could clean your home and maybe do some cooking.” Pete replied, “I’ve always wanted you as a sex slave that would serve my needs.” Sasha eyes grew very wide and she gasped in shock. “I could never do that to Steve. I really still love him. I’ll never do that! Can’t you even help out your best friend?” Pete quietly stated, “I’ve always wanted you as my own private sex slave, Sasha. I’ve desired you more than any valuable painting or other work of art. The situation is just right for my desires.” “You evil bastard. I’d never do anything like that. I love Steve.” Sasha angrily left. An day later the phone rang. “Pete, the bank is going to repossess our home unless we can pay the mortgage. No one will lend us any more money. I’ll do as you ask,” as Sasha cried.hard sexI told her to come over so that we could make the necessary arrangements. I then arranged to take care of Sasha’s and Steve’s bills a little at a time. I had Sasha tell Steve that a rich relative was going to help her out. When Sasha reported to my house I had her stand in front of a mirror and slowly remove her clothes. The reflection in a mirror showed some deep, dark brown nipples about 3 inches in size that came to pointed tip. As she bent and removed her panties I saw hair that grew up from her slit to her ass with some large protruding vagina lips. Sasha’s ass was round, well defined but small. As she turned around I saw a fairly hairy bush. Sasha had tears rolling down her cheeks. I then had her walk to me and away from me. I told her, “Walk like you are a hooker out trying to get some business.” Sasha then walked very sexily around my living room. Sasha asked, “Do you have to take a video of me doing this?” I replied, “Yes, now let’s see how many ways I can see that vagina of yours.” I saw her pussy as she stood over me, as she lay on the couch with her legs spread, on all fours with her butt in the air. Sasha’s vagina was now moist and her inner/outer lips were puffy. I had her play with herself. Sasha moaned, “Oh I’m about to come, please fuck me Pete.” “Sasha I want you to stop playing with yourself, take out your diaphragm, and come over her and suck my cock.” (that was wild erect and dripping with precum). “Oh, Pete I will get pregnant if I don’t use some protection. I am really fertile right now.” I told her that if she couldn’t do what I asked then there would be no money. I watched as she split her vagina lips and was able to see the back wall of her cervix. I then had her get on all fours as I mounted her from behind. Sasha felt Steve enter her in one shove. She pushed back into him and felt the tip of his large 10 inch cock hitting her cervix. Sasha grasped briefly in pain as Pete’s dick penetrated her cervix but waves of orgasm swiftly overtook her as she felt Pete’s cock throbbing and pounding her vagina. Pete soon shot his load deep inside her fertile womb. She then sucked him hard again. This time Pete took her with Sasha’s legs over his shoulders. Again, Pete emptied his sperm deep inside her womb. Pete had Sasha hold her legs up so that none of his sperm would leak out. Pete wanted to be sure to make her pregnant. Over the next several weeks Pete stuck his huge cock into Sasha and shot as much sperm into her as possible from as many different positions but always with one intent — to get Sasha pregnant. Sasha’s missed her next monthly period. When she did a pregnancy test it came out positive. Pete still had Sasha coming over to his to perform “housework” even though she was pregnant. Sasha’s nipples grew darker, larger, and became very sensitive. When Pete would suck on her luscious pointed pregnant breast she would squirt milk into his mouth and dose his cock with her vaginal juices as she repeatedly orgasmed. Sasha was hoping that her ordeal would soon be over even though she had signed a contract that would last several years. Her hopes where soon dashed when she heard Pete talking about her doing a gangbang with some well endowed black men after she had his baby. She shuttered when he asked if she “Would like to have a black baby?” Sasha’s maid service was only the beginning to satisfying Pete’s appetites.

I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in the mood for it and it causes problems for she certainly is, but in general, I love it. I love the vulnerability. I encourage her to do whatever she wants to me when I give into her, but I’ve always felt that she’s held back. Part of me is usually grateful, but another kinkier part wishes that she’d go all out. And I do mean all out. I know that she’ll do, or at least try, absolutely anything that I want (with the exception of golden showers or scat), but as I’m sure some folks will agree, there are some things that you don’t want to admit that you want, no matter how open your lover is. You just want them to discover your hidden cravings. Plus, it’s always more exciting that way. Exploration is as fun as getting exactly what you desire. She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. I licked up the center and plunged my tongue into her. She began furiously sucking me cock. It was too much for me. It was all too good. I arched my back and let out a loud, muffled bellow as I came. She swallowed it all and kept pumping me as my orgasm subsided. I stopped eating her out. I rested my head on the bed and panted and emitted little noises as she slowed her pace. “You’re not done,” she said, “I haven’t cum yet.” To Be Continued… Please send any comments/thoughts GUYS READ It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment…

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  2. I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in the mood for it and it causes problems for she certainly is, but in general, I love it. I love the vulnerability. I encourage her to do whatever she wants to me when I give into her, but I’ve always felt that she’s held back. Part of me is usually grateful, but another kinkier part wishes that she’d go all out. And I do mean all out. I know that she’ll do, or at least try, absolutely anything that I want (with the exception of golden showers or scat), but as I’m sure some folks will agree, there are some things that you don’t want to admit that you want, no matter how open your lover is. You just want them to discover your hidden cravings. Plus, it’s always more exciting that way. Exploration is as fun as getting exactly what you desire. She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. I licked up the center and plunged my tongue into her. She began furiously sucking me cock. It was too much for me. It was all too good. I arched my back and let out a loud, muffled bellow as I came. She swallowed it all and kept pumping me as my orgasm subsided. I stopped eating her out. I rested my head on the bed and panted and emitted little noises as she slowed her pace. “You’re not done,” she said, “I haven’t cum yet.” To Be Continued… Please send any comments/thoughts gautam rode wife
  3. We’d been on the road for seven hours, and though we’d hoped to make it all the way home from our trip in one day, it was becoming clear that we’d need a place to stay for the night. It was no big deal. It was summertime and we’re both teachers. We had some time to play with. At about 9pm we found a nice hotel right next door to a steakhouse we know and like.Perfect.We got our stuff up into our room and quickly headed off to the steakhouse. We got a table right away and split an entire pitcher of margaritas as we ate. Both Cathy and I were more than a bit tipsy as we left the restaurant. I told her that we should head over to the bar across the street for a few more. She knew I was trying to get her inhibitions down (which isn’t that hard to do!) and she played along. It was a sparsely populated bar, which was to be expected after 11pm on a Tuesday night. We ordered drinks and sat at the long bar rather than getting a table. There were two men a few seats down from us, and they were both large, athletic looking and black. They asked us if they could buy us a round. We said sure and began to chat with them.Cathy had a nice tan from our vacation, and we were out of town, so she was showing it off with very short shorts that left some of her ass cheeks visible, and a top that failed to cover her soft sexy tummy. She looked hot and ready if not flat-out slutty. The two men, Robert and Tre were obviously turned on by her, and as I looked around, I realized she was the only woman in the bar. As we sipped our second drinks, we were now well into a drunken state and our new friends knew it.Tre went to the jukebox and pumped it full on money. Some dance music began to blare. He came back and asked if Cathy wanted to dance without even looking at me.She said yes reflexively and, in a flash, they were dancing out on the tiny dance floor…with the whole bar watching them. Tre moved quickly…he was getting obvious feels of Cathy’s ass he moved her around the dance floor. Then, getting no resistance from my wife, he moved in behind her and began to grind into her ass-making sure she could feel his hard manhood pressing into her.Robert told me…as we watched, that my wife was hot and that she looked like a total slut. Then he jumped in for the next song. Tre came over and told me the same thing-saying that Cathy’s tight ass was made for taking big black dick.I was barely able to speak as all this unfolded.Robert and Tre took turns for a few songs-both feeling up my wife on the dance floor without any pretense whatsoever. They kept getting more and more bold and my wife did nothing to slow them down. Then, they both danced with her together-Robert now behind her grinding his hard cock into her ass, and Tre playing with her tits through her blouse as he began to kiss her. Cathy’s mouth opened and she began to passionately tongue kiss Tre. My cock was now fully hard as I watched my wife being m*****ed.The song ended and they slowly stopped the faux sex scene and walked back to bar with the whole joint watching them…jaws dropped.Tre was blunt when they got to the bar. “Mike, we’re coming back to the hotel with you and we’re both going to fuck Cathy in all her holes while you watch. The slut wants bad it and she told us so. You understand?”“Yes” was all I could say.sex with sisTre and Robert each took one of Cathy’s hands and led her away. I followed about twenty feet behind and watched two men pawing at my drunk wife as they crossed the street to the hotel. They were taking her right in front of me…and I wasn’t even trying to stop it. In fact, I still had a raging hard-on in anticipation of what was about to happen.We walked through the lobby with me trailing and with them both aggtessively groping Cathy. It was beyond obvious what was going on and I was totally humiliated, yet turned on like crazy at the same time. I was even more humiliated when the man at the front desk gave me a look and shook his head in disbelief at my situation.As soon as we got into the elevator, they made Cathy strip naked…which she did with no hesitation. In seconds, she was totally nude leaving her clothes on the floor for me to pick up and carry.“Get on your hands and knees, slut” said Tre.Cathy dropped to the floor. The elevator doors opened and thankfully, nobody was there. Then Tre slapped Cathy’s ass and told her to show us where the room was.“Don’t get up, slut. You crawl down that hall and show us how sexy you can be.”Cathy did as she was told without any complaints.They both took turns spanking my wife’s ass as she crawled on her hands and knees like a dog down the long hallway.I followed.When we got to the door, I was told to open it and then to stay out of the way. They continued to spank Cathy as she crawled into the room.“Cathy, you are a dirty whore, and we are going to treat you that way. You understand, slut?”She nodded…which was apparently not the response he wanted.Tre grabbed her by her hair-pulling her face to his. “Answer me slut!”“yes” said Cathy … meekly.“Yes, what you dirty whore?”“Yes…I know I am going to be treated like a dirty whore.”“You want it don’t you, Cathy? You want to be stuffed and stretched out while your husband watches, don’t you?”“Oh god yes” she said…barely able to contain her excitement.“I want you to fuck me like a slut with your big black cocks right in front of my husband.”“You know he won’t stop us, right, slut? Mike is a going to do what he’s told, just like you. Here, watch this.” said Tre.“Take off your clothes, Mike and get down on the floor.”I did not hesitate. I got naked and got down on my knees.“Good boy. Now, Mikey, if you behave, we’ll let you stay and watch while we turn your innocent girl into a dirty whore. Go sit on that chair over in the corner. You speak only if spoken to.”“Ok, Cathy…you little black cock whore to be. Take out our big dicks and get to work like a good married whore.”“Yes, Sir”They were totally degrading her as she worshipped them…calling her slut and whore in such a nasty condescending tone. It was making me so freaking hard. I was actually getting dizzy…it was that sexually intoxicating.After about ten minutes of pure black cock worship, she was told to stop. Cathy was helped onto the bed and I was told to stay in my chair, which I did.I was able to see what they were doing to my girl on the bed very clearly. Tre was underneath her and I saw Cathy’s back arch sharply as he brought her down onto his huge black shaft. A massive gasp escaped her lips as she was slowly impaled on more cock than I’d ever seen her take. Cathy’s pussy was completely soaked, so, even though she was getting way more cock than she ever had before, Tre’s ten inches were balls deep in just a few strokes.porn stories incestNow Cathy was screaming and wailing as he bounced her up and down on his massive cock like a rag doll-taking her from almost nothing to ten full inches over and over again.He spoke to her… “That’s a good whore, Cathy. Take all of my big black dick, you dirty cunt. Yeah, slut…you’re loving having a real cock ain’t you?” He was laughing as he said it.“Oh my God yes! I love your big black cocks! Use my married pussy!”“Good slut.” Then he spoke to me.“Hey boy, lick your slut wife’s ass while she’s riding my big cock. Get that ass ready for Robert. Get it all wet and slippery ‘cuz my boy’s hung like a fucking mule. Ha ha ha.”I crawled onto the bed and they slowed to a grind. I watched Tre grind his long black cock all the up into Cathy as I closed in on her asshole. I licked her star for a few minutes as she rode Tre-moaning like a total whore-not caring at all about my humiliation.“Ok, now get out of here,” he said to me.Robert got in behind Cathy and lined his huge pole up with her asshole. As he began to force the massive head into her ass without caring, Cathy started saying “oh my god” over and over-getting louder and louder as he got more and more of his big black cock up her lily white ass.I was told to get back in my chair as they began to fuck Cathy deeply in both of her holes. The two men were pushing in and pulling out of her pussy and ass in unison-telling her what a dirty cumslut she was as they forced her towards the biggest orgasm of her young life.“Yeah, that’s it, Cathy… Take all of those long black cocks like a good white whore. Yeah…take every inch you dirty fucking slut.” said Robert as he began to spank Cathy’s ass. “Yeahhh, you lovin’ that aren’t ya?”“Oh god yes! Make me take it all! Own my fucking holes!”He spanked her harder and harder as he pumped his huge cock into her ass. Then, Cathy froze-up and had an orgasm as she screamed in total ecstasy.“Damn, Tre. This slut fucking loves getting DPed and spanked…and with her hubby watching no less.”Then Robert grabbed her head by her hair and pulled her head back to him as he forced his cock deeper into her ass. “Ok, Cathy,” he said. “Now we’re gonna fill your dirty slutty married holes with our seed.”They sped up their strokes with Robert holding onto her hair tightly with his right hand-forcing her back to arch obscenely as she took both cocks repeatedly to the balls.They were really taking my girl hard now. She was telling them that she was their whore and that she was going to cum again. Then she stiffened…and then got really quiet as “stiffened” gave way to violent shaking.Then Cathy let out a huge scream as she came harder than most women will ever cum in their lives.As she did, both men pushed into her fully and and started to release their massive hot loads. They were telling her that she was their whore as they continued grinding into her…filling her two holes with more and more of their hot seed.Once they were finished with her holes, they pulled out and made my girl clean their dirty cocks with her tongue. Cathy smiled as she licked and sucked them clean.“That’s it, slut. Clean up our big black dicks.”Both men took turns spanking her ass as she did her work. Once they were satisfied, they got dressed and left my wife in a messy sweaty heap. She was still gasping for air ten minutes after they were gone. Once she recovered, she sucked my cock, swallowed my load and begged for more. By the time we went to bed, I’d pumped loads into her ass and pussy too. She was insatiable.I think Cathy is going to need more BBC now that she’s been turned out.DO NOT REPOST THIS STORY After everyone left the house, I quickly closed the door and pulled up the shades. I pulled a chair over near the open window, and positioned it so it could be seen by everyone who walked by. Then I unzipped my jeans and lifted up my shirt. I then looked at my mirror across the room at my body. I’m not conceited, but damn I looked fine. My long red hair flowed down my back and my big green eyes shined in the light from the desk.I sat on the chair backwards and opened my legs real wide in my panties and bra. I could already feel myself getting very wet and I needed to get a Dick. Too bad I didn’t have any. Getting back to business, I rubbed my pussy lips from over the silky feel of my panties and felt my clit growing already. I unhooked my bra and saw that my nipples were getting bigger by the second. I took two fingers and twisted my nipple a little between them and immediately got wet at the site of it at the mirror. I used my other hand and went back down to my soaking wet pussy. There was a big wet spot forming on the blue silk of my panties. I took the advantage to look outside my window and saw a few people looking in shock at me fingering myself through my panties. I giggled, and closed my eyes and went back to my pleasure. It felt SO good to feel the wetness slip down my thighs and my nipples get huge and red. I would have done anything to get a Dick between my lips at that minute in time. I continued feeling hot and sweaty and getting closer and closer to orgasm, but I figured I should stop, I wanted Dick, nothing could replace that feeling of wanting Dick. I looked around the room to see if something could even come close.Just then Bo walked in the room. Bo, my innocent boxer dog. I kneeled down in front of Bo’s face and pulled my panties, which were now soaking, to one side. Bo leaned his head down a bit, and sniffed at me for a minute. Then leaning down further, he dipped his tongue into my open lips. He pulled it out, then licked again. Seeing it wasn’t so bad, he then went to work giving me a nice licking. I spread my lips wide for him and felt his tongue search around deeper and deeper in side me. He licked all round inside my deep hole, and them sucked a bit at my clit, making it red and ticklish and it felt good. He licked and sucked, and explored until I felt like I would go crazy, so I decided I would let myself cum in this doggie. While I was getting myself ready to cum, I felt that my bladder wanted to let loose too. No. I couldn’t do that. That would be SO gross! But then again, I normally wouldn’t think to make my dog eat me out either. And he IS a dog, I mean, would he know what it was? I just felt that I needed to let it all out, the cum, the pee, all of it, so I let loose all at once. With a load moan and jerk, I let my pee go with my cum and my dog licked it all as it slid along my lips and down towards my ass. Oh it felt good to let it all out.Forgetting about the window, I sat up on the floor and looked outside. My heart stopped. Skipped a beat. My eyes refocused. No. It couldn’t be. Standing right outside my window was my cousin and his friend on his baseball team. They were both holding their Dicks and breathing heavy. Just then I felt a heavy rope binding my hands. I turned around n got thrown on the floor, “your MINE now slut!” yelled the voice of my other cousin. I couldn’t believe this. It was all a bad dream, it had to be. I mean, my dog! Pee! My own cousins! Unreal. My cousin, Michael, took his Dick, a very nice Dick, might I add, and held it in front of my mouth. He teased me and rubbed it against my lips taunting “You know you want it SLUT!” I did want it. It was so big, and the head looked so tasty, so wet, damn I wanted it. I leaned down and sucked the big fat Dick head into my mouth.Yells came from the window and it was easy to say that my other cousin wanted in too. He punched his fist through the window and pulled himself in then unlocked the backdoor near my room. He pushed me onto my side, with Michael’s Dick still in my mouth, and he too rubbed his nice, bulging Dick against my pussy. Damn I wanted it. I wanted it, and I wanted more. I looked up at my other cousin, Jeff, and he smiled and plunged his Dick into my tight virgin pussy. OH DAMN. FUCK it was big. It hurt, yes but the pleasure was SO good that I didn’t care. I wanted more.I had to remind myself not to wish, because as if sent from heaven, in came more dicks. In fact, maybe too many dicks. In through my front door came at least three other members of the baseball team. They all pulled it out. All of them. It was open season on pussy, and I was the prey. Suddenly I was pulled up and tied to my chair, door, and desk. Two clothespins were attached to my nipples and my mouth was gagged. To make matters I actually liked it. My pussy was dripping wet and the guys knew it and used it against me. There were shouts of ‘slut,’ and whore and ‘look she’s wet!’. and of course, I loved it. I loved it all. I felt dicks in me all over, my ass, my pussy, my mouth, between my tits… oh yes. I couldn’t take it.The first person to cum was Michael, he came right into me, and I felt it jet into my pussy and it made me cum too. His cum mixed with mine, and you could hear the slushy noise as he pulled out and a tongue immediately rammed itself in. This anonymous tongue sucked and nibbled at my red sensitive clit, and lapped up all of my cum and Michael’s.Jeff came into my ass next at the sight of cum being sucked up from my pussy. Then like clockwork, another tongue filled the hole again. Then the dick in my mouth and between my tits came too. Both all over my stomach and tits and it made me cum again, and again. Wow. I was actually doing this. As I was being pulled off the desk, and other furniture, Michael took out a pill and shoved it into my mouth telling me I should never remember this. I closed my eyes, and slept, but when I woke up, I remembered it all, not that I would ever tell anyone, but thinking about it got me off. I could never forget that night and I never would.
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  5. I want to start by saying that this is a true story to a point. I got scared and took… I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in the mood for it and it causes problems for she certainly is, but in general, I love it. I love the vulnerability. I encourage her to do whatever she wants to me when I give into her, but I’ve always felt that she’s held back. Part of me is usually grateful, but another kinkier part wishes that she’d go all out. And I do mean all out. I know that she’ll do, or at least try, absolutely anything that I want (with the exception of golden showers or scat), but as I’m sure some folks will agree, there are some things that you don’t want to admit that you want, no matter how open your lover is. You just want them to discover your hidden cravings. Plus, it’s always more exciting that way. Exploration is as fun as getting exactly what you desire. She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. I licked up the center and plunged my tongue into her. She began furiously sucking me cock. It was too much for me. It was all too good. I arched my back and let out a loud, muffled bellow as I came. She swallowed it all and kept pumping me as my orgasm subsided. I stopped eating her out. I rested my head on the bed and panted and emitted little noises as she slowed her pace. “You’re not done,” she said, “I haven’t cum yet.” To Be Continued… Please send any comments/thoughts

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Jackie extended her head out the window of her apartment on the Parisian left bank and allowed he long auburn… During Christmas break 2019 my sister came down with her best friend Kelly. They were staying for a few days and she wanted to show Kelly the city, and the good food. Maybe a club or two. I don’t understand it but whatever, I am too much of an introvert for those places. The people there annoy me.We had a really good time going out, and I am sure Kelly was just as excited to be away from the -30 degree weather and the 4 feet of snow back home. We had invited Eric and Rob over on Christmas Eve for some lechon and drinks. It is a thing my husband does every year.Rob showed but Eric couldn’t make it. All of us hung out and had some wine outside. It is one of the nice things about this city. Most of the areas have no bugs at night. When the food was ready we feasted. All of us stuffed ourselves and the wine flowed to match.Eventually we started to play a few tabletop games on a round table that we have. Rob was to my right then Kelly, Sarah, and my husband. Sarah was the drunkest of all of us at the moment. Which is no surprise because she is so small. My husband gets up to go to the bathroom.“You mind if I have some of him tonight?” Sarah asked me.Kelly’s eyes damn near popped out her head and she turned to Sarah so fast.“Sarah you had way too much, he is married to your sister. That is so wrong.”Kelly’s eyes move off Sarah and on to me, I smile a little because I realized she didn’t know and this conversation between the two of them is going to be hilarious.Sarah turns to Kelly “You know that guy I have been telling you about for the past year, that’s him.”“What!?! That is crazy! But your sister.”Sarah cuts off Kelly “We both fuck him, it’s the best.”Kelly looks at me, all I can do Is awkwardly smile.“You know what, why don’t you enjoy him with me.” Sarah tells her“I have a fiancé Sarah! I am not a cheater.”Sarah stands up. “Kelly you have been with this one guy for years now, he is the only person you have been with. Don’t you ever think about what is out there? You don’t know how good sex can be just by fucking one guy, forever. You need to see what is out there first, have some fun. Live a little.”“I can’t, it is an awful thing for me to do Sarah.”“Don’t you watch porn? How is masturbating to porn any different? You are fucking yourself desiring the dick that is on the screen. I bet you if you see one like that in person, you will change your mind.”My husband comes back walks right past Kelly to get to his char when Sarah meets him while he is next to Sarah and starts kissing him. She starts rubbing his crotch and Kelly looks so out of place. Completely frozen. Sarah undoes his fly and reaches in and pulls out his cock. It isn’t fully erect but Kelly’s eyes light up. “Oh my god.”“Well? Aren’t you going to grab it? You know you want to.” Sarah tells Kelly.taboo family fun sex storiesKelly sits there staring at the cock in front of her. She slowly reaches up and starts stroking him. She has no idea what to do, and you can tell she is having a huge moral conflict going on in her head. Realizing some fucking is about to go down I reach over to Rob and pull his dick out and start stroking it. His body instantly goes limp and sits there enjoying my touch. He is putty in my hands. I look back and my husband is almost fully erect and Kelly is way more into it. Sarah unbuttons his pants and drops them and everything is right there in front of Kelly at eye height. She pauses for a moment just staring.Sarah looks down at Kelly “You might as well have it, you are already jerking another guy off.”Kelly starts to suck him off, Sarah reaches down and rubs his balls. He starts to visibly twitch in Kelly’s mouth and he stops them, grabs Kelly by the hand and stands her up. He starts making out with Kelly, grabs her ass. She makes a sound, she likes it. Sarah starts to get undressed and I start to get Rob’s pants off and he starts to undo my bra and takes off my shirt.I look back and Kelly is in her bra and panties. She is a little taller than Sarah, has more weight on her but still has a flat tummy. Her breasts are now free and they are as large as mine, patsy white with small pink nipples. Her panties slide off showing her shaved pussy.Rob gets me totally naked and lays me on the table, I open my legs and he enters me. He starts fucking me deep and slow. I guess he learned from his first experience. Kelly is also laid onto the table and my husband opens her legs and starts to slide into her. She starts moaning loudly. Sarah walks up to Rob.“Save your cum for me, I haven’t had you yet.” They start to kiss.Rob, is hanging in there as well as someone as young as him can. All of this sex around me is pushing me closer to the edge. Kelly is getting louder and louder. Shouting various phrases showing her approval on how good he feels inside her. I wrap my legs around Rob to pull him into me deep and I let out a loud moan as I start to cum. I cum so hard I push Rob’s cock out and I squirt everywhere.Kelly is shouting “Oh fuck” over and over. My husband shouts “Kelly I am getting close!” Kelly tells him “Don’t stop!” She suddenly grabs Rob’s cock, shoves it into her mouth and starts screaming while sucking him off. I look at my husband and he is buried deep in her, filling her with cum.Kelly comes down and lets go of Rob. “That was intense, I have never felt anything like that in my life.” Sarah bends over the table with her pussy right at Rob, inviting him in. He does not hesitate and he starts slamming her pussy hard. She tilts her hips up and he has no chance. Rob buries himself into her and he cums in her so hard. Sarah has the biggest smile.sex story tabooKelly looks at me. “This is everyday for you?” I nod my head “I have never had a man fuck me without a condom and cum inside me, it feels so different.” Her face flushed she suddenly realized something “I’m not on the pill!”“Well it’s too late now” My husband said “Might as well enjoy the night.” My husband walks over and Kelly starts cleaning his cock with her mouth, Sarah is doing the same with Rob. We all relax for a bit. Rob, who is still rock hard starts to fuck Kelly catching her by surprise. Her eyes roll back, my husband still in her mouth. She lets go and focuses on Rob. My husband looks at me “You need some inside you too?” I nod and he slides into me. He fucks me like he always has, like how nobody else can. It feels so good and I bring him close to me.Rob looks at Kelly “Want me to cum inside you?” Kelly responds “Yes!”. Rob buries himself deep and starts to release his second load into Kelly and she is loving it. Not to long after my husband pumps his second load into me. Strong, heavy shots like always and the feeling makes me hold him tighter.We eventually moved into the bedroom. All of us girls at some point were all over each other while the boys were trying their best to keep cum inside us. A few weeks later Kelly and her fiancé broke up. She did not get pregnant which was good. But I told Sarah no more girls that can get knocked up.

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(What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. 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My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! 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He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!”

My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white bra and matching string. “Well, it may be another boring promotional party, but at least I’ll look good,” I thought to myself. I hated these things, always having to be on your guard against the other P.R. bitches, all of them looking to fill your shoes and their most direct route is via your jugular. This one was for some new product that we’d just finished the marketing strategy for. They were launching it at the Barbican Centre. A hail of floodlights and champagne and then a quick look at the commercial, followed by more champagne and then home to my nice warm bed and my loving husband. Josh, my husband, never came to these bashes. He couldn’t stand the morons and their patronising talk, but he always made himself available to ferry me to the venues and back home again after it was over. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. “Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old with two kids,” I thought as the door opened and Josh said, “Come on love, I want to be back in time for the match. You’re looking good.” “I’m ready now. Shouldn’t be a late one tonight.” I kissed Josh on the cheek, closed the car door and made my way up the steps. They were really going for it this time, no expense spared by the look of the posters and glitter that adorned the hallway. Then I noticed my boss and the client. “Irene, hello. You’ve met John Frazer from the Promo Dept at Majorhost haven’t you?” “Yes, of course I have,” I said as I stretched my hand out. “My dear, so nice to see you again, and what a lovely outfit,” the old man said. “Enjoy the show.” I walked into the function room and looked around the usual faces. Most of them worked for either the client or us but there were a few I didn’t recognise. A glass was pressed into my hand and I looked around to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome man I definitely hadn’t met before. “Don’t you just hate these things?” he said in a quiet voice. “They’re not that bad when you get used to them. I’m Irene Ross from Heath Ross and Associates,” I said inquisitively. “Forgive me, Steve Daly from Majorhost. I work in the Promotions Department. Come on let’s have a drink.” I followed him to the bar as I downed the contents of the glass he’d given me only moments before. We talked for a while long while before he said, “Let’s have a dance.” Normally I wouldn’t dance at these functions but the jealous stares of some of my colleagues had me feeling a little mischievous. “Right, let’s do that.” I said as headed towards the music in the main hall. We danced for a long while, then the commercial was shown to ingratiating and rapturous applause and then it was time to go home. Steve said, “Want a lift?” “Thanks Steve but my husband is expecting me to call for him.” “Let him stay with the TV, give him a ring and let him know that you’ve got a ride home,” he said as he plopped his mobile into my hand. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I rang Josh while Steve’s beautiful piercing eyes shone at me. What was I thinking? It all seemed so naughty, it was like being on a date again. Josh was fine about me taking a lift from one of my friends, besides, his match had gone into extra time and he was more interested in that. We drove across London in the right direction for home when Steve said, “I live just there,” as he pointed at the docklands. “Nice place, you should see it. How about we stop off for a nightcap?” “No, really, I shouldn’t,” I said in my assertive tone but Steve was having none of it. “Come on, just a small one. It has one of the best views on this side of the river.” He was persistent and I capitulated. “OK, but we’d better be quick,” I said.nude young girl sex photosHis building was one of those old warehouses. Smart enough too. He stopped by a door and pressed some code into a metal box, there was a click and he turned the handle. He stepped back and gestured me into the room. As I walked past him the sound of a TV was clear and as I rounded the corner into his living room I was greeted by the sight of two men sitting on a sofa. One was a young lad, about nineteen, and the other was older, easily in his sixties. “This is my old man, and the other is Kevin, my cousin.” “I thought we were having a nightcap Steve?” “Yeah, what do you fancy?” he said. “Well, I didn’t expect company,” I said trying to get to grips with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re family,” he said in a patronising tone. “Whisky alright for you? Sit down and make yourself comfortable.” There were two sofas and I started towards the unoccupied one when the old man patted the cushion between himself and the young lad, “Come and sit here, my beauty,” he said. I felt too uncomfortable to be rude and did as I was told. They moved slightly apart to give me room. I can feel the young lad’s eyes on me all the time as I sat between the two of them. “Lovely lad my Stevie, isn’t he?” said the old man. “Got a lot more about him than young Kevin here. Kevin’s still a virgin you know. Got his fingers into some bird last week but that’s about it, so far.” I felt like screaming but managed to stop myself. “Do you mind if I just give my husband a call, he’ll be worrying about me.” That assertive tone again, but it had as much effect on the father as it had had on his son. “Phone’s not working love, but my Stevie’s got one of those mobiles, he’ll be back with your drink soon, dare say he’ll let you use it, if his battery’s not gone flat. Usually does at this time of night.” Panic held me like a rabbit caught in a cars’ headlights, I didn’t know what to do and then I noticed the young lad was staring at my legs and my palms began to sweat. I felt the old mans leg pressing against my thigh and turned to look at him. To my astonishment, he was grinning and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I looked across to the young lad to find that he had his hand in his pocket and was playing with himself. I looked away in disgust and felt a hand arrive on my thigh and slowly work it’s way into the split of my skirt. I tried to stand up and was pushed back down by a pair of strong hands from over my shoulders. Steve was back. “Steve, please let me go, I need to go home to my husband,” I was pleading. “Just behave yourself or your darling husband will have to be told about how you came here looking to be fucked.” I sat there in horror as two hands began to open my skirt and manoeuvre up my thighs. My legs were being pulled apart and I felt both petrified and confused. I couldn’t run away, the door had probably been locked behind me. I decided to sit quietly and hope to get out of there alive. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt, what do you reckon Stevie?” said the old man as the lad began to unbutton my blouse. I tried to stop him and my hand was dragged behind my back. “Please, leave me alone!” I begged. “Shut up and do as you are told!” Steve snarled. My blouse fell open and was lifted over my shoulders as my wrists were tied together behind my back and I began to sob. My bra was removed and both of the men at my sides took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily at my hardening nipples. Then the old man moved his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. Disgusting. Moments later I was forced to my feet and the young lad began to unbutton my skirt. I could feel his rough hands fumbling with the buttons as he groped under the waistband and then the garment fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there in front of these perverts in nothing but my lacy white g-string. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt,” said the old man. “Turn her round, I want a look at her snatch.” The young lad grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly turned me to face the old man and Steve, who was standing behind the sofa with a video camera. I couldn’t see his face but I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go home to my husband and I promise I won’t tell anybody about this.” Steve lowered the camera, looked straight at me and said, “You are at home. My home, and you’re going to do exactly as I want or you’ll not see your dear husband again. Right?” I began to cry again and then was pushed to the floor at the old man’s feet. “Roll her over sonny,” he said, “and spread her legs.” I was turned face down on the carpet and then the young lad hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my string and ripped them down my legs to the knee. “Phwooarrr, she’s a cracker, go on son, have a feel,” the old man said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes when I felt a hand fold around my buttock and move downwards toward my cunt. I could feel the fingers rubbing between my lips and then one slipped inside me. I was wet, I suppose the fear and embarrassment of being naked in front of three strangers had caused this involuntary reaction. I heard the old man grunt as he got to his feet and tell the young lad to stand back as it was now his turn. His hand was rough as his fingers found their way directly to my soft cunt lips and caressed over my clit. It felt good; he had a natural touch. I heard myself screaming inside and was thinking, “No Irene, you can’t enjoy this!” but I was. The old man was probing me, running his fingers all over my slit and between my buttock, touching my clit. I began to move myself upwards, desperately trying to contact my clit with his fingers. If my hand weren’t tied, I’d have probably found myself frigging off. I was now so turned on that my juices were in full flow and were leaking out into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. And then the contact stopped.nudist family sex hot photosNothing happened for a while and I could hear the three of them talking in hushed tones. Every now and then I could make out a word and sometimes a sentence, it seemed like I was going to be fucked. Suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was brought to my knees and turned to face the sofa. I was pulled forwards until my chest rested on the seat. My arse was in the air and my tight, dripping little pussy was on view to anyone behind me. A blindfold was put around my face and I could only experience darkness and touch. Another minute or so passed and then it started. A hand groped my arse and then my cunt… “Hey Steve, I think she’s pissed herself, she’s sopping wet!” It was the young lad. “Gerroff, I’m havin’ her first,” said the old man. I heard his zipper being pulled down and then something pushed against my cunt. “Oh God, this is it, he’s going to fuck me,” I thought to myself. Slowly he pushed his cock into my slippery cunt. It was bigger than I’d expected and filled me up. I was fighting against the emotions that were telling me that I was actually enjoying this, eventually submitting to them and pushing back against him. My breath escaped in a long, “Ooooh,” and I began to feel a warmth deep inside my abdomen. I heard my voice saying, “Go on, FUCK ME,” but couldn’t believe that I was actually saying it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then I felt him withdraw and warm droplets spray over my arse. The dirty bastard had spunked off on me. “Go on sonny, you have a go now. She’s a dirty little whore and it’s time you had a woman.” The next thing I felt was my ankles being grabbed and I was dragged backwards, falling heavily onto the carpet and being hurriedly turned over so that I was lying on my back. My legs were kicked apart and then another cock found its way into my well-lubricated hole. This one was much faster in his thrusting and he didn’t last long before he started grunting and moaning. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” he shouted. Seconds later he spurted his jism into my unprotected cunt and he was no longer a virgin. I was left on the carpet with my hands tied behind me for a few more minutes before the blindfold was removed. “Don’t ever say that you didn’t enjoy that,” said Steve. “Want a lift home or should I call you a taxi?”,agraja (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai

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