Mom and Dad

My name is James. I’m 17, almost 18 and I’m bisexual. I live with my mom and my dad and I love watching them. They really love each other and I hope one day, my wife and I will love each other that much (when I have one of course). I have never seen my parents fight, and it makes me wonder if it’s because they just don’t fight or they fight when I’m not here. At night though, I do hear them and they aren’t fighting. They are making love, and it’s amazing. I love hearing it and I usually jack off to it. Tonight I hear them and I desperately want to watch. Mom is beautiful and dad is handsome, both at 38 years old. To watch them make love would probably make me cum harder than ever before. I just hope I don’t get caught.

I climb out of bed quietly and walk to my door. I creep out into the hallway down to their door, which is slightly ajar. I’ve opened this door enough to know that it’s silent, which means they won’t hear me opening it more. When I finally catch sight of them, mom is riding dad, facing the door with her eyes closed. I watch as her beautiful breasts bounce, her face flushed with arousal. Dad spanks her and her moans increase slightly in volume. God she looks so sexy riding dad’s hard cock. Even from where I stand I can see that her nipples are erect, and I can’t help but think that I’d love to suckle them, like I did as a baby. Dads hands move to her hips, and from there up her stomach to her breasts, taking them into his hand and massaging them, pulling on the nipples. I pull out my now fully erect dick and stroke it fast, using my other hand to massage my own balls. I’m imagining mom’s mouth on my cock and dad’s hand on my balls, massaging them the way he is mom’s breast. I hear him moan that he’s cumming and feel that my orgasm is close. I watch mom’s face as she feels dad’s cum hit deep inside her. As I begin to cum onto my own hand, she shouts that she’s cumming and I watch her body quiver with excitement. My orgasm feels like it’s never ending. I tuck my slowly softening cock into my pajama pants and when I look up, mom and dad are looking at me, smiling.
To be continued

Lord and Lady Mudford

Harold stood feeling relieved that the cum-coated Sarja was now gone. At the same time however he was aroused, what with his cock and balls still out of his trousers. He looked to see Alfred standing beside Charlotte seated in her wing chair. His pants crotch was bulging as he and Charlotte exchanged loving glances. Harold made his way over with his upright cock swaying from side to side.

Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year’s added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her.

“Sorry, dear.”

“I understand Harrold. There’s no need to apologize. We are both aging at the same rate, you know.”

“I do hope you were able to enjoy yourself and your little fetish in my absence.”

“Rest assured, dear. I kept the cane hard at work.”

“That’s nice. Servants should continually be reminded of their place.”

“Alfred was of big help in that department.”


“The chauffer, you know. Oh I guess you don’t know. I hired him in your absence.”

“So he wields a wicked cane too?”

“To a degree.”

“Is he as ruthless as Beatrice?”

“As housekeeper? Of course not. He’s hardly a sadist.”

“I trust that you have a fresh servant girl available for my four o’clock ritual.”

“Of course, Harold. I’m quite sure she will . . . will inspire you.”

Harold propped himself up on his pillow and lit that infernal cigar which his wife Charlotte detested. “Describe her.”

“Finnish; around eighteen; shy; on the petite side.”



“Her English?”

“Barely passable.”

Charlotte smiled as she watched him respond to her words as one of his hands made its way south under the sheet while his other held his cigar. When he inhaled the glow from it illuminated his eyes as he savored the thought of what lay in store for himself come four o’clock. He could already vision her pleading green eyes looked up at him as he throated her while she was being caned. That was his four o’clock routine.

The ritual was fully acceptable for her ladyship in more ways than one. First it served to have him satisfy his sexual appetite at another’s expense. Second it satisfied her own sadistic lust and third his lordship couldn’t object to her being serviced during the event. It had become a lovely family tradition.

Charlotte’s hand made its way to His Lordship’s crotch. She brushed aside his own as she felt for his cock. The search was short-lived as His Lordship was rock-hard; harder than he had been while inside her just minutes before. Why kid themselves. Certainly Harold would rather be throating a young servant girl as she was being caned than getting with it mechanically yet one more time with his old lady – Her Ladyship. Just as clearly Charlotte would prefer watching the servant girl’s torment as she was being throated and caned and seeing Harold’s filthy cigar a-smoking as his ugly, hairy cock smoked.

Lady Charlotte’s hand gently wrapped itself about her husband’s super-thick cock. Now was the time to bring up the little problem she had been worrying over with regard to four o’clock.

“Harold dear.”

“What is it dear?”

“Would you mind if Alfred paid me some . . . some attention this afternoon while you . . . you are . . . are.”

“How thoughtful for you to ask. Of course not, dear.”

She started to stroke his joint which was now throbbing. Never could she get over how thick it was. No wonder it painfully stretched her insides.

“Now Charlotte.”

Oops; had she misjudged him?

“No; don’t.”


“I have to save myself,” he explained as he moved her hand from his shaft to his hairy balls.

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

“I have no problem with you being serviced while I am but I don’t want this . . . this Alfred staring at me. I mean. Especially with his not be sadistic.”

“Harold you don’t give me the credit I deserve. It would be the suffering servant girl that his eyes would be focused on and not you.”

“Would be?”

“I doubt that he will be able to see much with his head buried deep in my burrow.”

Harold began to inhale and exhale smoke as his testicles were squeezed and un-squeezed. It was nice to be back home; back home with such a compatible wife.

“It is such an honor to at last meet you, my Lord,” said the handsome young man with a broad smile as he stood before Harold seated in a high-back wing chair. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“And I as well, Alfred.”

“Thank you sir. If I do say so myself, I am a good driver. I so enjoy driving the Rolls.”

The two men stared at each other eye-to-eye until they both broke out into smiles.

“Do you wish for me to cane Sarja this afternoon, your Lord?” Apparently that was the Finnish girl’s name.

“No; Beatrice will handle that. I’d prefer that you learn my taste – my style – as an observer. But don’t let that keep you from attending to her ladyship’s needs.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see the Finnish wench now.”

Alfred clapped his hands twice.

Into the great room came the girl carrying a large rattan cane upon her open palms as if making an offering. The size of the cane served to emphasize her pettiness. With her head down and the Housekeeper Beatrice walking close behind her she made her way over to His Lordship and Her Ladyship sitting in their marron wing chairs with Alfred standing beside Charlotte.

“Welcome home, my lord,” said Beatrice as the girl stood there before him. “I hope you had a splendid time while in Africa. We all did so miss you.”

“Thank you, Housekeeper. And I the same.”

“The Scandinavian wench here goes by the name Sarja.”

“She has had the cane, I assume.”

“Of course, my lord.”

“Of course. The cane remains our primary tool in instilling and maintaining a proper attitude in our house servants.”

“And well it should.”

Harrold looked over the lass standing before him offering up the horrid cane with her face down in submission. She was wearing the standard maid’s cotton, black and white uniform with a white ruffled bonnet.

“How are her teeth, housekeeper?”

In an instant Beatrice lifted the girl’s head and squeezed her cheeks. “Open wide.” The girl stared at the housekeeper as she peeled back her upper lip to reveal pearly white uppers and then her lower lip. Then she spread her mouth as wide open as possible in a rough manner as the girl’s eyes darted around.

“Very well. She’ll do.”

Harold took the cane and handed it to the housekeeper. With that Harold stood, spread his legs and placed his hands on his hips. “Now for a proper introduction.”

Having already been explained the proper procedure the servant girl went down on her knees and began unbuttoning his lordship’s fly. With that done she inserted her petite hands to locate and bring forth the hairy monster.

Out sprung his lordship’s thick cock into the fresh room air. Both the girl’s eyes and mouth opened in amazement. Good lord. How could she ever hope to obey her instructions and have that horrid monster completely disappear into her mouth?

After absorbing that expected facial shock Harold turned to look at Charlotte and Alfred. The handsome young man’s face was also registering shock at seeing the size of His Lordship’s cock.

“What did I tell you,” said Charlotte with a look of self-pride. The housekeeper’s face also showed a measure of pride coupled with a slight sadistic smile.

“I think she has forgotten something, housekeeper.”

“HIS LORDSHIP’S BALLS, GIRL! You stupid Finns.”

Back inside his open fly flew one of the girl’s petite hands. Feeling their immense size she inserted her other hand. With two hands she brought forth his lordships balloon-sized ball along with some black pubic hair and some foul crotch odor.

As many times as the others had seen his lordship’s cock and balls they still held the sight in awe. Good Lord but was his lordship hung. And well did he know it. For that reason he never hesitated in having his family jewels put on display. After all, was he not lord of his own domain?

Sarja watched from her kneeling position as his lordship began to strut his stuff. He walked proudly around the poor sacrificial lamb smiling as Beatrice the housekeeper began to swish the horrid cane. The girl didn’t know which was the worse, that thick, hairy, upright cock or the rattan cane swishing the room air. Truthfully, there was no need for comparison as she would be receiving both at the same time under the lustful gaze of others. When the kneeling girl turned her head away he grabbed her by her blondish hair and turned her face to his pride and joy. “What do you think of it? What’s her name again?”


“Sarja. Do you like it?”

Pitifully the kneeling girl nodded her approval.

“Answer His Lordship, girl,” ordered Beatrice.

“It is a good one sir. Yes, a good one.”

“So you like it, do you?”

“Yes sir; I likes it, sir. It is a good one, sir.”

Harold released the girl’s hair. He looked to the housekeeper to see her busy sliding her thumb and index finger over the surface of the coarse cane. God did she love her job. And to think that in just moments now she would be smashing the cane into that servant girl’s ass.

Harold returned to his oversized maroon wing chair but this time he sat on one of its arms with his legs spread wide and his hands upon the arm. His cock was pointed up at the ceiling in readiness for sweet Sarja’s attention and care.

“Get a move on, girl,” instructed Beatrice as she tapped the cane in her palm. “Position the footstool.”

The young maid dutifully stood before Beatrice. When the housekeeper held out her hand the girl slid off her white knickers and hung them over the extended cane. When Beatrice nodded to the footstool he retrieved it and placed it in front of His Lordship.

Down she went on her knees again but this time upon the footstool with her face right in front of that horrid, waiting cock. She placed her hands atop the chair arm with her arms wrapped about those of Harold. Again she smelled the foul odor arising from his lordships privates. Even their airing out had not killed the obnoxious odor.

With the girl’s head bowed Harold’s cock was against her head with his hairy balls on her forehead. He nodded to Beatrice who lifted Sarya’s full length skirt up over her back which exposed her pale white Scandinavian ass. He watched as Beatrice stood back up now almost choking the cane in relishing the moment. The servant girl and housekeeper was now ready.

Harold looked over at Charlotte sitting there in the other wing chair with handsome Albert sitting on her chair arm. Seeing the pleading look in his wife’s eyes he nodded his consent. Down went handsome as Charlotte lifted her skirt in welcoming him.

“Begin,” ordered Harold.

The girl raised her head. Her nose made contact with the underbody of the horrid cock. Her tongue followed as it slid upward as her nose took in the rancid odor.

The young lass had difficulty in getting her mouth over the knob of his lordship’s cock for it kept swaying front side to side. Finally in desperation she lifted herself until her head and mouth were above the monster. Now she was able to get her lips over the knob. Harold almost sighed in relief.

“All in,” came the command from the housekeeper as she tapped the cane on that lily-white ass that was elevated by her being kneeled upon the footstool. Slowly the girl lowered herself to feel the entire cock-nob now held within her stretched mouth.

Harold looked down to see that the girl’s eyes were closed. “Damn you girl. I want those eyes open and looked at me. Housekeeper, didn’t you explain?”

“I did indeed, sir,” she replied as she unleashed a savage cut of the cane to the middle of the waiting white ass.

The jolt from the shock sent the girl’s head down and with that a couple of inches of his lordship’s cock’s shaft entered and was thrust to the back of her mouth. The sound of the rattan hitting the fresh flesh was a delight to all those in attendance, save but one.

As the servant girl looked into the eyes of her master she tried to cope with her lips being spread to their fullest by her master’s thick cock and the feel of its knob pressed against the back of her mouth. As she absorbed that feeling and that of the thick shaft occupying her mouth, she further began to absorb the fiery pain beginning to burn in her upraised ass.

Beatrice looked at the servant girl’s ass giving birth to a tramline welt. How much nicer it was to see the formation on a pale white ass as opposed to one of darker skin. How she loved the contrast and how the pink tramline would begin to darken into red while knowing that its transformation was manifested in the girl’s brain as a developing line of fire.

“Well,” asked Harrold. “Why have you stopped? I’m not even half way in, girl.”

“Get with it, Sarja,” commanded Beatrice as she delivered another vicious cut.

It seemed as if the girl didn’t understand. But when she heard the swoosh of the cane again followed by a sickening THWICK she quickly came to understand. They was no way to continue except for the massive cock to enter her throat. Feeling that her nose was just touching pubic hair she knew that there was ample shaft of his lordship’s cock still remaining outside in urgent need of entry.

With the intensity of the pain from the two vicious cuts now increasing she had no choice but to proceed. Fortunately it was just at that moment that his lordship made a thrust which caused the knob of his cock to enter her throat. In doing so her head was thrust further over and down. This caused her almost to break eye-to-eye contact, but not quite.

Harold looked into the girl’s green eyes and smiled. Now they were making headway with his head. He looked over to her ladyship to see that she too was clearly making headway as she was holding the handsome man’s head beneath her skirt with both of her hands.

Harold grabbed Sarja’s head with both hands he nodded to Beatrice. Just as he yanked the girl’s head towards him and thrust Beatrice smashed her ass for the third time. With that the girl’s head was rammed fully home her nose twisted against his belly and his entire cock now burrowed inside her mouth and throat and his balloon-size hairy balls pressed against her cheeks. At last all was in readiness.

“CANE THE BITCH!” Beatrice was now given her full freedom. She took the cane far back over her shoulder and with a twist of her torso unleashed a crippling cut that brought a muffled cry to come from His Lordship’s crotch as he sat there on the wing chair arm with his hands gripping the poor girl’s head.

No longer could eye-to-eye contact be kept for Sarja’s face had disappeared when Harrold had begun to jab her head against his crotch. Only the top of her head and her hair could be seen but that didn’t keep Harold from continuing to thrust and move her head all about down there in his crotch as Beatrice wielded the cane. His pot-belly further hindered his view.

Now sounds of gasping and gurgling came from his crotch. Harold was nodded continuously for the housekeeper to cane and to cane and to cane. Each cut brought a muffled cry which was mixed with the sounds of gasping and gurgling. To an observer it would appear that Harold was an orchestra conductor and that Beatrice was his percussionist.

When Harold’s pelvis started to fibulate housekeep got the message. His grace was about to come. “FASTER FASTER,” he shouted loud enough even for other within the manor even to hear.

Harold’s cries of YES YES YES were met with those of Charlotte. They had done it again. Praise the Lord.

Itis always so nice to have a husband and wife climax together. There can be no better expression of true marital bliss.

The master was back home.

Sarja emerged from Lord Mudford’s crotch who watched as his spent cock slithered its way out of her mouth and throat accompanied by her gagging. Seeing her face covered in his lordship’s goo he shoved her away before some of it got on his trousers. “That’s disgusting. Was she not told that my seed was to be swallowed?”

“I’m so sorry,” said the housekeeper. That was so rude of her. Quick, get the towel there, girl.

When Beatrice saw her start to wipe her face she almost fainted. “Not for you, you idiot; for his lordship.” So with gooey cum covering her face, some of her hair and even one eye, she started to towel off Harold’s cock and balls.

“You will pay for this outrage, Sarja.”

The servant girl managed to whisper a sorry sir as tears now streamed out of her eyes and her gagging faded.

Once Harold’s cock and balls were clean the girl held the towel up near her own face. “May I, sir?”

“You most certainly may not. You must now pay for your insolence and disrespect. Six of the best, housekeeper.”

Stand up girl.”

The girl stood still holding the towel with her face still covered in royal cum. “Grab hold of your ankles.” When she did the housekeeper lifted her skirt once again bringing her welted ass back into view. “Keep your eyes on his lordship and say you are sorry after each stroke.”

With Harold now seated on the chair seat cushion with his cleansed cock and balls still on display, he relit his cigar. Bent over as she was, the girl’s face was level with his own. He looked at her, eye to eye. Never mind that one eye still had residual cum covering it and its eyelashes. Harold nodded to Beatrice. Swish – Thwick! The pitiful girl grimaced.

“I sorry, sir.”

Harold’s response was to blow cigar smoke into her face. He nodded again to the housekeeper who quickly delivered a horrific backhand.

Apparently there had been a tad bit of cum still left somewhere inside her throat as she coughed until it came slithering out of the side of her mouth.

“I sorry, sir.”

Harold leaned forward and blew more cigar smoke into the pitiful girl’s face.

“Let this be a lesion to you. Always swallow. That way you avoid having cum in your eyes.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

SWISH – THWICK. Three more followed as Harold’s cock hardened and came to its full upright and locked position.

“Now clean yourself and get out of my sight.”

Beatrice watched as the girl’s welted ass disappeared when she stood and her skirt fell back down. She handed her knickers and pointed sternly at the doorway.

Harold stood feeling relieved that the cum-coated Sarja was now gone. At the same time however he was aroused, what with his cock and balls still out of his trousers. He looked to see Alfred standing beside Charlotte seated in her wing chair. His pants crotch was bulging as he and Charlotte exchanged loving glances. Harold made his way over with his upright cock swaying from side to side.

“Did you enjoy your meal, Alfred?”


“Her Ladyship’s pussy, my good man.”

“Oh that. Yes sir. I considered it a high honor, sir.”

“Yet I feel that you are being rude.”


“I have my privates on display. Good manners would dictate that you do the same.”

Charlotte smiled.

“Oh yes sir. Sorry sir,” he said as he struggled to get his own cock and balls out of his black chauffer’s pants.

Harold studied them and snickered. “Not up to my standard, I see.”

“Oh no so. Not at all, sir.”

“Don’t fret; few are, right Charlotte, dear?”

“Right, Harold.”

“Tell us how we compare dear.”

The housekeeper smiled. God she loved this job. This man could even put Lady Charlotte on the spot.

“I’d say that the lengths of both of yours are about the same. But the girth. I’d say you may be double his size in that department, dear.”

“And our balls. Don’t forget the balls.”

“None can measure up to yours dear. But . .”


“In the age department I’d have to say.”

“Don’t. How do our loads compare? Which delivers the more?”

“Now Harold, how would I know such a thing?”

“Then let’s find out. And remember, I have already discharged once. Are you game, Alfred?”

“Under the circumstances I shouldn’t think it would be a fair game.”

“I’ll run the risk. But to even things up I’ll cane you to cum. That should serve to help replenish me.”

Bondage and restriction

If someone had looked into the room, it would have seemed very normal. Two couples sitting around a table in the great room of a rustic cabin with drinks in front of them. If the observer had guessed that we were fairly new acquaintances, one young couple and one older couple, they would have been correct.

The many video and still cameras and the bright lighting would have puzzled them, as would the fact that most of those cameras and lights were focused on a large bed behind me. I believe the observer would also have wondered at the tension in the room.
“I will deal out the cards face up to each person. The first person to get an ace will be in charge. The person to get the joker will become the plaything of the other three.”
The tension was there despite the fact that the game was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two cards. This was, after all, part of a business venture for the younger woman, April. April and my wife had met each other at horse shows and, despite the 15 year difference in their ages, had started hanging out together. Overindulgence in wine and oversharing had let each woman learn that the other indulged in bondage and domination with their husbands, specifically female domination. Jean also learned that April and her husband recently started operating a website that featured their sex lives. April had a degree in film-making and her work had attracted a fair number of subscribers. These subscribers were expressing an interest in more content, specifically group sex content. After much discussion, my wife agreed to help out and I went along with it.
Her husband Brad and I had never met before we arrived at their rented cabin. He was younger and larger than me, a linebacker versus a wide receiver. April had already set up her cameras and the girls had decided on the scene’s basic storyline. The rest would just happen spontaneously.
The first card Jean dealt herself was the ace of hearts so, after that, she only dealt cards to the other three of us. I swallowed nervously as the cards were turned, even though I knew what was coming, and gasped a little when the joker appeared in front of me. My wife had said that the decision was based on three things. One, Brad was the bigger of us; two, I was the only man who had already been dressed in lingerie for a scene and three, she knew I really wanted to be the sub.
“Let’s get you ready,” Jean said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the large bathroom while April and Brad began adjusting cameras and doing other setup.
A great deal of prep work had already been done. Every hair of my body had been shaved off, except for the hair on my head. April had used her training in makeup to subtly change our hair and faces so that we were not going to be easily identified. She had made me decidedly younger and more feminine looking. Jean and I had also been dieting and exercising religiously for the past month so we looked really good.
There were two cameras already running in the bathroom as Jean opened a suitcase and began rummaging around inside. She quickly produced a metal studded collar, thong panties, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heels, all black and brand new. Part of my prep had been learning to walk sexy in the high heels, which took a lot of practice. Nervous in front of the cameras I stripped off my clothes and awkwardly put on the collar, lingerie and heels. Then Jean led me out of the bathroom and into the scene.
April and Brad were seated in chairs facing the bed, which was an incredibly large one with white sheets that practically glowed in the multiple lights focused on it. A number of ropes and chains were laying across the top, one end of each secured to the bedframe. At my wife’s command, I strutted back and forth next to the bed, noting that the other couple had completed their prep work. A complete selection of bondage items and sex toys were laid out on a table near the bed. Prominent among them was a large bottle of lube and two strap on dildos. I was acutely aware of the cameras, with the video cameras red lights on and the still cameras clicking automatically. A pang of anxiety shot through me as I noticed Brad avidly watching my ass wriggle past him and I wondered if I was really ready for this.
“Come over here,” Jean ordered motioning toward the bed. “Time to prep you.”
She grabbed some black leather cuffs from the table and secured my hands across my back. Soon I was tied to the bed, pillows stuffed under my hips to raise my ass up high, ropes tied to my ankles, a chain leash wrapped around the headboard and clipped to my collar. I watched as my wife selected a belt from the table and wrapped it around her hand. She knows I love being tied up and whipped so she waited until I actually whined and wriggled my ass before starting. Starting slowly with rather gentle strokes, she rapidly increased the force of the blows until I was gasping and jumping at each one. Despite the presence of another man in the room my cock strained against the fabric of the thong. I whined again when she suddenly stopped, just as the belt began to really sting and the crack of leather on flesh had become very audible.
“He is such a slut for this,” Jean laughed. “Your turn, April.”
The younger woman selected another belt from the table and nervously approached the bed. She drew her arm back and gave me a tentative stroke. At my wife’s urging she hit me harder and harder until I was moaning and writhing in my bonds under her enthusiastic whipping.
“Your turn, Brad,” my wife said to the obvious disappointment of April, who delivered one final hard crack across both buttocks.
Now Brad selected a belt and approached me. He didn’t seem nervous at all and I trembled as he set his feet. The belt whistled audibly through the air and a line of fire materialized across my ass, causing me to stiffen and cry out. He whipped me relentlessly and I shamelessly lifted my ass to meet each blow. Soon I was deep into the submissive state of mind, alternately whimpering and howling, afraid it would continue and terrified that it would stop.
“OK,” my wife said, to my and, I believe, Brad’s disappointment “That’s enough. Let’s get undressed.”
Tied to the bed, my whipped ass high, I watched as my three doms disrobed. April was first, quickly tossing away her clothing to reveal her slender body. Her skin was pale and her smallish breasts had prominent nipples. Her reddish pubic hair was trimmed into a small vertical strip and her ass was truly outstanding. Jean’s body was fuller with heavy breasts and well-rounded hips. Brad pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans, revealing a powerful build and a bulging pair of boxer briefs. As he reached for those, however, my wife stopped him.
“Let’s wait on that,” she grinned. “I’ll go first. You two untie him.”
She went to the table and picked up her favorite strap on dildo while the other two unbound my hands and released me from the bed. Dildo waving in front of her, Jean walked closer and pointed to the floor in front of her. I scrambled off the bed and knelt before her, eagerly taking the fake cock into my mouth, so lost in sub space that it didn’t even occur to me to hesitate. As I sucked and slobbered on it, she rested her hand possessively on my head.
“I told you he was a total slut,” she said, after a few moments. “Tie him up, whip him and he’ll do anything for you. Now you want to be fucked, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress, please fuck me, mistress.”
“You want all of us to fuck you, don’t you?”
I hesitated, glancing sideways at the other couple, then heard myself say “Yes, Mistress, all of you. Please fuck me.”
Climbing onto the bed, I got on all fours and shamelessly presented my ass to her. April and Brad joined me on the bed leaning back against the headboard together, eyes locked on the scene before them, while Jean collected the large bottle of lube from the table. I shivered as she squeezed cold lube in the crack of my ass and smeared it up and down. Brad’s hand slid between his wife’s legs and hers rested on his bulging crotch as Jean coated her erection with a generous layer of lube. She added another healthy glob of it to my ass after getting between my legs and sliding the string of the thong panties out of her way.
The familiar hard tip probed up and down the crack of my ass and I moaned as it located my opening. One hand on my left butt cheek, she used the other to patiently push it in. Arching my back I wriggled back against her, gasping as the head overcame all resistance and slid deeper. She gasped in triumph as her hips made contact with my inflamed ass. Then she fucked me with long hard strokes as I pushed back eagerly, our breathing growing faster and more ragged, both grunting in unison, an audible smack of her hips against my ass. Brad’s hand was working between April’s thighs and her hand spasmodically gripped his shorts as they watched us fuck. Then, disappointingly, my wife stopped.
“April, you should try his tongue,” she hissed. “He gives really good head, especially when he’s being dominated.”
The girl slid down the bed and spread her legs in front of me. I obediently leaned down to lick and suck her already sopping wet pussy while my wife went back to fucking me. It was a gentler slower fuck as she let me concentrate on getting the other woman off. In a remarkably short time, April grabbed my head and came hard against my tongue, gasping in pleasure. I continued to gently lick her as she came down.
“Let’s trade places,” Jean said, pulling her cock out of my ass.
I waited docilely as April grabbed the other strap on and Jean removed hers, laying down on the bed before me. Brad watched with obvious lust in his eyes as I lowered my head to service my Mistress and his wife prepared to mount me. April fucked me long leisurely strokes, grinding her hips against me gently before starting another, as Jean aggressively gripped my head and moaned in pleasure. It didn’t take long before Jean threw her head back and howled as she came. April lay across my back, cock buried deep inside of me, all of us breathing deeply. Eventually Jean disentangled herself and rolled off of the bed.
“Your turn, big boy,” she said to Brad as she took him by the hand and he got to his feet.
April also got off the bed, leaving me still on all fours, feeling dazed. The other man, however, had a small smile on his face as my wife turned him to toward me and then slowly slid his shorts down. The cock that popped free was the largest I had ever seen in person, far bigger than either of the dildos that had just finished violating me. I shivered as he stepped out of his shorts and then just stood there, looking at me hungrily.
“You were not kidding,” Jean said as she and April got on the bed and leaned against the headboard to watch. “He is enormous. Has he ever done a guy before?”
“No, this will be the first time for him. How about your husband?”
“No, first time,” the women giggled. “This should be fun.”
A large string of precum leaked from the tip of Brad’s cock as I watched, unable to look away from the veiny monster. Finally, he pointed to the floor in front of him. Obediently, I slid off the bed and knelt before him, literally quivering with anticipation as the massive head loomed closer. Lost in my subservient role, I stuck out my tongue, collected the stream of salty fluid and swallowed it.
“That is so hot,” April whispered.
Brad just kept his hands on his hips as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. I had only sucked on my wife’s dildo before this and the experience was very different. The cock was hot and pulsing, leaking more salty juice into my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down. I’ve always felt that, if you’re going to do something, do it well, so I did the best that I could. I licked his balls and took the shaft as deep as I could, eventually eliciting some low moans from him.
He stepped back and went to the table and picked up the lube. I submissively crawled on the bed and got on all fours, noticing that the women were sitting close together, Jean’s hand resting on the younger girl’s thigh. Brad, however had other ideas for me, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my back, where I lay docilely awaiting his pleasure. He knelt between my spread legs and literally ripped the panties off of my hips, sending a chill through me and letting my poor neglected cock flop onto my stomach. Then he very deliberately coated his erection with a thick layer of shiny lube, still staring into my eyes. Unnerved, I turned my head to look at the women and saw that each now had her hand between the other’s thighs as they watched entranced.
Grinning wolfishly, Brad pushed my legs higher and further apart and ordered me to hold still. I have never felt more exposed in my life than when he prepared to mount me, one hand holding my right leg up and back, the other guiding his cock to its target. The massive head quested up and down my slick crack for what seemed like a long time. I gasped and went rigid as it finally pressed against my opening. He now gripped each thigh firmly, pushing them up and out as he began to rock his hips and relentlessly penetrate my ass. Ignoring my whines and groans he entered me centimeter by centimeter. The girls had stretched my asshole already but it was not ready for the monster now violating it.
“Man, this bitch is so tight,” he muttered and, somewhere in the distance, I heard my wife moan a little.
I wriggled against him, struggling to accommodate the colossal column of flesh, thrashing my head. I moaned and wailed shamelessly while he grunted at each gain. Sweat broke out all over my body as it crept inside. Then, unexpectedly, my body gave up its resistance and the remaining inches slid smoothly inside, eliciting a loud gasping cry from both of us. He released my legs and put his hands on either side of my body as I whimpered and moaned. He held still like that while I settled down, hips pressed firmly against mine. I realized that I could feel his heavy balls against my stretched out ass. My breathing still ragged, I experimentally moved my hips, drawing another predatory smile from him.
“Ready to fuck, huh?” he said. “I am going to fuck you so hard, bitch.”
He began to fuck me with long slow strokes, pulling all the way out before gradually forcing it back in. A brief pause and he did it again…and again…and again, a little faster and harder each time. Without even thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and worked at meeting his strokes. The wet sound of his hips striking mine and our groans filled the rooms, soon joined by the now-familiar sounds of the women’s orgasms. That set him over the edge and he pulled out, and spraying come on my cock and balls, further asserting his dominance.
He rolled off of me and lay at the girls’ feet, breathing hard, as were all of us. No one moved or said anything for a while, although I was acutely aware that I was the only one who hadn’t had at least one orgasm. I was also aware that everyone in the room had now had my mouth and my ass while I had had no one’s. Brad’s copious load was slowly dripping off of me, physical evidence of my utter submission.