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Dealing with Wimp Husband and Son by WimpHub
Dealing with Wimp Husband and Son
(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?"
"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 enquired.
"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!"
Adam 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," said Adam quickly, as he opened his mouth to take his sister's shit.
Candy laughed out loud as her brother really struggled to get down her load, on top of the shit from Angel and I that was swilling around in his stomach. He did it, but threw up very soon after.
"Ungrateful little bastard," Candy laughed, as she gave him a playful kick.
After that night, Angel became a regular visitor, dealing mainly with Adam, but occasionally frightening the shit out of (and into) my husband. The funny thing was, although Angel treated him like dirt, Adam seemed to look forward to her visits, and seemed to be getting obsessed with her. I spoke to Candy about this, and she was of the same opinion.
One day, Angel was in Adam's room, and Candy and I crept up to the door to see what was happening.
Angel had Adam naked on his knees, and was cock teasing him unmercifully. She undid her top, showing him her magnificent breasts.
"You love my body don't you Adam?" she teased.
"Yes," he gulped.
"You would like to fuck me wouldn't you?" she taunted.
"Yes I would," he said. "Angel, I know you treat me terribly, but I can't help it, I love you."
"Really?" asked Angel, not quite believing her ears.
"Yes really," Adam confirmed. "And I want to marry you,"
Candy and I looked at each other and smiled.
The upshot was that Angel was happy to agree to become Adam's wife on her terms. The engagement period and the wedding itself were fun for all, but maybe Angel herself should tell that story.
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