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This story contains cuckolding, incest, young, vomit/urine,
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The Overwhelming Yen
By Limit
Chapter 1
Arthur impatiently moved the mouse with his clammy hand, while
the other stroked his semi-firm dick. It wasn't very attractive
reminiscent of a cave fish, purple veins too visible and ghostly
pale. His erections were never that firm either, which only made
the fish analogy more obvious. Perhaps maggot worked even better,
but Arthur couldn't be that hard on himself.
On the screen sat a small pale girl, impaled by a massive 11 inch
tan cock. Her pussy was clearly too small to fit the Cuban
monster, which was evidenced by her grimace. He clicked to the
next picture. The camera zoomed in on her face, and he could make
out tears. This sped up the pace of his beating off. Power surged
through him from her pain and vulnerability. He imagined lying on
top of her, hitting her, gnawing her flesh.
Grabbing a pair of his daughter's dirty panties that he always
kept handy for masturbation sessions, he inhaled deeply. At that
moment he couldn't control his pleasure any longer. Clear semen
dribbled down his rapidly softening member and over his clammy
hands. His legs stuck to his pants with sweat, which in turn
stuck to his leather office chair.
Arthur celebrated his glorious moment of indulgent ejaculation
with a loud grunt into what he thought to be a vacant house.
Unknown to him his daughter Angelique witnessed with disgust. Her
father sniffing panties would have been enough. But the Smurf
print meant they were undoubtedly hers. She didn't have much time
to reflect, because her father had already pulled up his pants
and straightened his shirt. She stepped back and pretended she
had just walked up.
"Oh, hi sweetie," Arthur stammered with a pronounced lack of
composure.
"Hi ...dad. Just wanted to let you know I'm back from school."
"What grade are you in again honey?"
"Eight."
"Ooh, that's a tough one. Here, lemme give you a hug. I'm sure
you need it."
She shuddered as he put his arms around her, arching her
shoulders and tucking hers to her side. Her tan, which she had
worked diligently on all summer to impress boys, sharply
contrasted her father's pale skin, a product of rarely leaving
his office. Arthur regarded his daughter's vibrant golden brown
hair. How marvelously she had avoided his weakest genes, for his
was yellowish and fast on the wane. So removed was his daughter
in appearance from he that he couldn't help but feel toward her
as he would any gorgeous girl. He felt his hands quiver, resting
mere inches from her firm bulbous butt. Ah, but in this world,
only his eyes would get the best of it.
Chapter 2
That night, Angelique meditated on the afternoon cross-legged
atop her bed. Her discovery that Arthur (for she could not think
of him as her father now), was such a creep disturbed her
greatly. She felt greasy under her skin - a filth she could not
wash away with a mere shower. Moreover, her father had
complicated her already cryptic and volatile web of pubescent
hormones. She had worked so hard to look good for the boys this
year, but what if they were all like her dad? That didn't seem
too likely, not according to any of her magazines at least. But
she certainly couldn't rely on him for any kind of advice or
support. She began to tear.
As if she didn't feel crummy enough, she detected her father's
voice through her bedroom wall. She couldn't discern his words,
but as much as she didn't want her father's presence in any form,
curiosity overcame her. She put her ear to the wall and listened.
"Ungh. Yeah, you're just a little tramp, aren't you? Do you like
it when I talk dirty to you? Do you?"
Her father's voice sounded callous and heartless to Angelique.
She had heard of couples playing games like this during
intercourse, and waited to here her mother's response. She only
got more of her father.
"I couldn't hear you? You're a slave to my cock, aren't you? You
love it, don't you. You want to be impaled by it, don't you?"
Still she heard no response. And then a loud "Thwack!" echoed
through the house.
"Yes, dear, I like your penis inside of me. I love it when you
have your way with me. I just want to make you happy," was her
mother's delayed response. Her voice sounded soft and flat.
Angelique knew her mother, Carol, grew up on a farm in Ohio,
raised by fairly conservative Christian parents. Her mother acted
less prudish than her upbringing, but not enough to suggest an
interest in kinky sex. Listening to her verified this.
"Ungh, Ungh, yeah!" Arthur shouted. "You just love that, don't
you?"
Those were the last words Angelique could make out from her
parent's bedroom. She wondered if her father thought about
dominating her like that when he masturbated. Traumatized by her
evening, Angelique crawled into bed. Unconsciously, a plan to
seize control of her life at home had taken root. But, being a
young, nave girl, it would take circumstance to bring it to
fruition.
Chapter 3
After Arthur had fulfilled himself, he snuggled with his wife.
Carol had her daughter's dark brown hair, but with slightly
lighter skin. Still, she didn't suffer from her husband's English
blood which prevented him from tanning. Arthur had always
appreciated her feminine form wide hips and large breasts. He
especially liked her unusually large and puffy pink nipples,
which he would nibble on when he was in the mood for foreplay.
She looked like a mother, but had an agelessly cute round face,
and naked, her body had only become more voluptuous after
pregnancy.
Though he took a completely dominant role in sexual intercourse
with his wife, he understood her need for tender affection
afterward. Outside of bed, he took only a slightly dominant role
over his wife, occasionally using his role as breadwinner for
leverage in arguments about vacations, money and their daughter.
Tonight, as he cuddled with his wife, he felt uneasy somehow. She
seemed distant, averting her eyes to the ceiling.
"Do you enjoy having sex?" he asked her.
"I love being close to you honey. And pleasuring you makes me
happier than anything."
"But do you find sex pleasurable?"
"Oh, well, sometimes I do. I find the feeling of your warm body
against mind incredibly comforting."
"But, how do I put this ...do you orgasm?"
"I've orgasmed from you before honey, but not from intercourse.
When you used to play with me with your fingers, especially that
one time when you stuck four of them into me."
"I thought that hurt you. That's what you said."
"I was just a little embarrassed I guess. Your hands were really
sticky after that."
"Is there anything I can do that would make sex better for you?
I mean, you really make it seem like you're totally into it."
"It's OK honey. I really just like being with you. Besides, some
girls just don't orgasm from intercourse. I guess, well, it's
just not the most important part of life. I love having a
family."
Arthur thought about this, and figured he could go back to
satisfying his wife in other ways. The thought of leaving her
unfulfilled sexually didn't at all appeal to him. For one, he
knew how pleasurable sex was to him. Lying deeper though was his
fear that his wife really did care about sex more than she let
on, and that she might one day leave him if he didn't shape up.
He was happy with his world, and didn't want it to change that
significantly.
He also realized that he would have to be much less serious about
being dominant, even though he had been fantasizing about taking
his dominance over her in bed to the next level. The pictures he
had been looking at lately of girls getting their assholes torn
open by massive cocks, or girl's getting their hair pulled, or
girls getting their tits slapped in any case, he realized that
his wife wouldn't stand for this. His pornographic fantasies
weren't reality for most people, and he couldn't help but think
of himself as most people. Truly, Arthur was an average married
man.
Chapter 4
Arthur felt queasy at work the next day. He knew in the back of
his mind why, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it. At
lunch, he decided to go home early.
Carol's car was parked in the driveway, so she was definitely
home. He realized that all of his insecurities amounted to a fear
that Carol was fucking someone behind his back. If she was, she
would probably be doing it in the bedroom. She was proper like
that. All he had to do was open the door quietly, and he might be
able to sneak up on her doing something that would resolve his
fear.
He quietly stepped inside, slipping out of his loafers so he
could move silently over the hardwood floor. His hardwood floor,
he reassured himself. So far he detected no sign of his wife. His
first instinct was to walk upstairs to the bedrooms and his
office. When he got upstairs he still couldn't hear anything,
which pretty much ruled out the presence of a lover. Perhaps she
was in his office, on the computer. A new idea entered Arthur's
mind. Did Carol do anything on the computer besides chat with her
friends?
Arthur tiptoed toward his office. His heart stopped when he
looked inside. Carol sat, staring transfixed by the images on the
computer screen. They were the very same ones he had jacked off
to yesterday. He tried to discern her reaction. She wasn't
masturbating, something she had told him she didn't enjoy. After
a few long seconds, she closed the picture, but remained staring
at the computer screen.
Arthur ran as quickly and quietly as he could down the stairs.
He couldn't face his wife just then. Terrifying questions darted
through his head. He wasn't so worried about what she thought
about him having pornography. Arthur had always figured women
assumed such things of men. Instead, he wondered what he thought
of the men. There cocks were huge! Certainly his was a pittance
in comparison. This had never bothered him, because he knew porn
stars were rare breads to begin with, and did all sorts of things
to enlarge there cocks, not to mention the trick camera angles.
He decided that Carol probably wasn't that nave about the
difference between models and real men. He also decided to get
hammered before coming home.
Chapter 5
Arthur's noticed his cock felt fuller than normal. He was able to
notice this, because it wasn't inside of his wife. Instead of
fucking his wife, he was kneeling at the foot of their bed
finger-fucking her. Two things were behind his sudeen virility:
his wife's odor smelled far stronger than normal, and her panting
was particularly audible. With only two fingers in her she had
her eyes closed, grinding her hips into his hand vigorously.
"Pppplease. Put more fingers in, I need it," she gasped
suddenly, the first sexual request Carol had ever made in their
16 years of marriage. Arthur jammed another finger in Carol's
steaming pussy, and she emitted the first vocal moan in the
history of their marriage. He finger fucked her this way for a
few minutes.
"I need more, to, to cum. That's what you want, isn't it? That's
why you're doing this."
Arthur wedged a forth finger into her pussy and continued to
work his hand in and out of her newly gaping hole. Not being in
great shape, Arthur noticed his wrist and forearm beginning to
get sore.
"Please Arthur, stick them all in. I, really need, it."
A method of exerting some dominance in this situation occurred
to Arthur.
"Before I do anything more, I want you to tell me exactly what
you want," said Arthur.
"Please, Arthur. I really need it. I really need you to stick
your fist up my pussy!" Carol exclaimed.
"I want you to beg for it," Arthur said, his Herculean sense of
masculinity beginning to again surge through him.
"Don't toy with me, Arthur. I need this now. I haven't cum in
forever."
Arthur was taken aback by his wife's terseness. At the same
time, he was extremely turned on by his wife's arousal. The
puddle of her pussy juice slowly spread over the sheets as he
finger fucked her. He decided to just go for it, and stuck his
whole fist into her. She let out a throaty moan of pleasure and
began to buck violently. Hot white fluid gushed from her
convulsing cunt, completely coating his fist. Then the liquid
shot forth from her as if from a fireshose, coating his face and
chest. Finally she stopped, sprawled across the bed, limp as a
dead fish.
Arthur, however, felt horny as hell. He crawled on to the bed,
moving his wife back towards the pillows. He lifted her feet into
the air and entered her extremely stretched and lubricated pussy.
This allowed Arthur to furiously hump her for far longer than
normal, on account of there being much less friction. Carol's
complete mental absence from their intercourse at first gnawed at
Arthur, but figured that she must be worn out from his
fist-fucking.
After 10 mintues, Arthur noticed Carol beginning to dry up. Her
complete lack of arousal from his fucking hit him like a hammer.
He lost focus, and with it his penis began to soften. This might
have been ok if she was still lubricated, but without a firm
erection he could no longer penetrate her. He gave up, frustrated
and upset.
"It's ok honey, sometimes the mood just isn't right. I
understand, and besides, you made me really happy tonight," said
Carol, comforting after realizing that her husband didn't orgasm.
Of course, she couldn't possibly understand everything going on
inside his mind. Not that she would have really cared at that
moment. Completely satisfied, and quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 6
Arthur woke up in a daze, barely making out the time on the
clock, and then barely connecting that time to the fact that he
was inexcusably late for work. Fuck it, he thought, he'd call in
sick. He sat pretty high up in his life insurance company, and
could afford a sick day. Probably he could retire, if his
investments kept on the rise. His wife still slept soundly,
obviously not the victim of the bad dreams and sweats that he had
been. He might as well take his daughter to school and let her
sleep.
On the way there, his daughter kept her face plastered to the
passenger side window. She wanted as little interaction with her
father as possible. Arthur took note of this, but also realized
that it wasn't the first time his daughter had decided to ignore
him. Part of growing up, he supposed. He let her out of the car
and said goodbye, again taking note of her voluptuous butt. He
almost gave her a playful slap, but thought the better of it. He
would just jerk off to her panties later. Truthfully, Arthur
would never fulfill his sexual desires on his daughter. He simply
couldn't help that her image crept into his mind when he
masturbated. And why not? He was attracted to her mother.
Back at home, Arthur smelled bacon before he even walked through
the door. A sense of calm overcame him. His wife making breakfast
seemed to signal that everything was back to normal, and that his
sexual worries were almost entirely in his head.
Arthur hugged longingly hugged his wife, and the two sat down to
breakfast. The two focused on the food, not saying a word.
Eventually the Arthur felt the silence awkward, and couldn't help
but puncture it.
"Have you ever thought about fucking other men?"
She looked at him, startled. "Honey, you know I don't like that
word. And no, I haven't. I love you just fine."
For some reason Arthur couldn't let the issue die. He wasn't
sure, but he felt like part of him wanted her to say yes. At
least that way he would have something definite to direct his
anger at.
"Absolutely never? I find that hard to believe. I mean, everyone
fantasizes sometimes."
"Fine, if you insist. But never anything serious." She smiled
slightly.
"What was that?" Arthur asked. "Why did you smile?"
"Oh, it's nothing really. It's a little embarrassing."
"Tell me. I'm your husband. I should know embarrassing things.
"You know how I like to go riding? I've always marveled at the
size of the horses cocks. Not that I would ever put anything like
that in me. That's not what I mean at all. It's just that your
bringing up the subject of other men made me think about. It
seemed funny."
Arthur felt relieved. If his wife's mind drifted to horses when
he talked about cheating, he most definitely didn't need to
worry. He chuckled.
"You're right, honey. This whole conversation is completely
silly. I love you."
"I love you too." His wife began to collect the dishes. "Don't
forget we're to meet with the Smith's tonight. They're making
dinner for us, and we haven't seen them in forever."
Chapter 7
The Smith's had been friends with Carol and Arthur since high
school. Both had been couples then, and they both married young.
Arthur and Jimmy Smith had always been in an unspoken friendly
competition. Arthur would get a new car, Jimmy would get a better
one. Jimmy had a prize-winning dog, Arthur had a daughter. Arthur
had always realized that he could never compete with Jimmy
physically, as Jimmy was a varsity shot-putter in college, and
Arthur had never competed physically. The two got along well
intellectually, and both valued competition in that arena more
anyway.
Dinner satisfied all, and they moved quickly onto drinks. Kitty,
a cute petit blond with a short haircut that wasn't exactly
Arthur's type, but that he had occasionally fantasized about for
kicks, suggested they play a game. Arthur suggested bridge.
About half-way through the game, the two couples realized that
they were both too drunk to continue, and weren't really in the
mood anyway. They were having a great time just socializing.
Also, both couples were doing their best to subtly rub each
other, but it was obvious to all that everyone was getting horny.
Arthur was about to suggest that they call it a night, so he
could get his wife into bed, when Jimmy suggested another idea.
"Look, we're all adults here, and I don't think any of us has
closer friends. It's obvious we're all itching to get into bed,
and it's also obvious everyone is horny. Why don't we do
something exciting in our otherwise mundane middle-class lives
and have a foursome?"
Everyone looked at him for a second like he was crazy, but then
the reaction between booze and hormones ignited, and the idea
suddenly made complete sense. Nobody knew quite what to do. At
first both couples awkwardly groped each other, glancing across
the room at each other. Finally Arthur, even though he was
content being with his wife, suggested that they just switch
partners and see what happened from there.
The two men switched sides, avoiding each others glance as they
passed. Kitty was clearly a more active sexual partner than
Carol. By the time he sat down she already had her shirt and bra
off. She had much smaller tits than Carol, probably only a B, and
her nipples pointed outward like erasers. Arthur, lost in his
alcoholic and sexual daze, kissed her deeply, his eyes closed. He
then began to work down her neck, until he was sucking fervently
at her nipples and trying his best to get her jeans off. She
helped with this process. Soon she was wearing only a black
thong. Arthur noticed that she had great legs, and that they were
spread almost to a full split. He began to finger her, when she
whispered in his ear, "please, I really want cock."
Arthur had no trouble complying with this request. His prick was
rock hard. He quickly shimmied out of his pants while Kitty
pulled off her thong. Just as Arthur was about to remove his
boxers, he heard his wife moan loudly. Over his shoulder, he saw
his best friend Jimmy seated on the couch. He held Carol's legs
apart as she impaled herself on the most massive cock Arthur had
ever seen. It looked like a baguette. It must have been at least
14 inches long. In any case, Carol clearly couldn't get enough of
it. Somehow, Arthur managed to turn his attention back to the
task at hand.
"Stick your cock in me, I want it now!" Kitty hissed at him.
Arthur pulled his boxers down, laid himself on top of Kitty, and
entered her. He began to thrust, and noticed an inquisitive
expression on her face. She looked down at her pussy, and began
to laugh. Gently, she pushed Arthur off of her, and walked over
to Carol and Jimmy, who were still passionately going at it. She
took a moment to observe the massive amounts of white fluid
gushing from her best friend's twat, and then tapped Jimmy on the
shoulder.
"Look," she said, pointing at Arthur, who sat dumfounded on the
other couch.
Jimmy took a moment to stop, looked over at Arthur, and began
laughing. Carol, who was still deeply involved in being impaled
on Jimmy's massive member, took a while to realize Jimmy had
stopped fucking her and was laughing with his wife. She couldn't
figure out about what at first, until she looked down at the tool
between her legs, and then at her husband, and got the joke. She
wanted to feel sorry for her husband, but couldn't stop herself
from laughing. Finally Arthur got the joke as well. He didn't
laugh at all.
Chapter 8
"I didn't know you were bi-curious Kitty," Jimmy said
sarcastically.
"What do you mean honey?"
"You were just rubbing clits with Arthur over there. So what's
it like to be with another woman?"
Their laughter picked up. Arthur felt flushed, and struggled not
to cry. Part of him wanted to attack Jimmy and bend Kitty over
his knee, but he knew he couldn't take Jimmy in a fight, and
wasn't even sure if he could take Kitty, who had been an avid
gymnast. He decided his best bet was to use reason.
"Lo..lo..look," Arthur managed, "I know I don't have a huge
cock. But jimmy's obviously well above average, and I'm sure I'm
more than norm. Besides, I have other gifts in bed.
"Ha. Four inches is hardly average," Kitty sneered. "And, I
could never be turned on by some sniveling wimp licking my twat.
Maybe if I had a real man in the room to give me some meat to
play with while I humiliated him, but a woman needs to feel
dominated."
"I have an idea," said Jimmy. "Why don't we play house. Carol,
you can put on my clothes and play the man, since you've probably
had to become good at it with that wimp husband of yours anyway.
Kitty can be your wife, I'll be the horny son, and Arthur, of
course, will be the little girl. He looks like he could fit into
your dress and panties, wouldn't you say Carol?"
"He'll love that, I'm sure of it," Carol remarked. "It's not
like he doesn't have an obsession with women's underwear already.
My daughter told me the other day that she had caught him
sniffing her panties while jerking off! I didn't say anything
about it, because I didn't want to humiliate him. But now that I
realize he's such an unworthy lover to begin with, I want
everyone to know how perverted he is as well!"
The three quickly began the process of switching gender and age
roles for their game. Arthur decided it would be best if he
didn't resist. His mind began plotting some other kind of
revenge. With all this sexual abuse, he could certainly file for
a lucrative divorce, leaving his middle-aged wife with no money
and little potential of getting remarried. Then, he could find a
slightly saner wife, who would be no problem with the financial
security he offered. For now though, he would have to play their
game. He knew he was too flustered and drunk to go anywhere.
What's more, his erection had returned. This situation, no matter
how humiliating and perverted, did offer a rather intense sexual
opportunity.
Once everyone was dressed in appropriate costume, Carol began to
issue orders. She was, after all, the man of the house. "Well,
Arthie, you look absolutely adorable in that cute outfit of
yours. The pink dress compliments your light skin tone. You look
just like a baby mouse. The bra of course is a little large for
you I guess you make a fairly inadequate female too! But don't
worry, you'll grow into it. Looking as cute as you do, I'm sure
that you'd just love to go out. Maybe flirt with some boys? But
little girls can't go out this late, and you haven't done any
chores around the house yet. Since we're all hungry from our
recent excitement, why don't you prepare some food for us? A cake
would be lovely."
"Oh, I have a great recipe for fudge cake. Tell him to make that
sweetie," begged Kitty.
Arthur went to work making the cake. He could overhear his wife
giving orders to her 'son' to fuck her, while he ate out his
'mother'. The family roles, he realized, ultimately only served
to allow his wife and his best friends to satisfy each other
sexually while he served them. Still, he found himself doing his
best to make a good cake, not wanting to endure further
humiliation. At least he could please them that way.
Once the cake was in the oven, Arthur turned to watch the
action. His wife was again bouncing up and down on Jimmy's
massive cock, her back to his face. This allowed Kitty to service
his wife's clit while also lapping up her massive amounts of
gushing pussy juice.
"I've never seen a girl leak so much fluid!" Kitty exclaimed.
"Or a man, for that matter. It tastes really, mmm, good!"
"Perhaps Kitty was bi-curious after all," thought Arthur. He
noticed she was aggressively frigging herself while she serviced
Carol. Arthur was also surprised at how well Jimmy was holding
out from his wife's aggressive fucking. They must have been
humping for at least fifteen minutes, and jimmy didn't show any
signs that he was about to orgasm.
Arthur decided to get a closer view, and maybe somehow get in on
the action. As soon as Carol noticed his presence however, she
paused her fucking to issue him another order. "Since Kitty's
being such a good wife, servicing her husband, I think you should
show her what a good daughter you can be. She shouldn't have to
frig herself."
The message was clear to Arthur. He got down behind Kitty on all
fours and began lapping at her pussy.
"Oh, sweetie. You give mommy such good head. You're such a good
little girl, yes you are!" Kitty taunted shrilly.
For reasons he could not explain, not that he was thinking too
much at this point anyway, Arthur was incredibly turned on by her
taunting. He reached inside his panties and began to masturbate
furiously. That is, until Carol noticed.
"Are you touching yourself Arthie? Good little girls shouldn't do
that. They're not old enough to play with their wee-wees. I can
tell that licking your mother really turns you on though, and
probably seeing her naked is too much for you as well. So, I'll
let her son take care of her while I punish you."
Arthur wasn't sure what his wife, or father, he corrected
himself, had in mind. But he welcomed the opportunity to be alone
with her, and perhaps talk some sense into her. He watched as she
raised herself off Jimmy's cock, making a loud plopping sound and
releasing a further batch of her cum. She walked over to him and
led him away to the master bedroom by his ear.
Once in the bedroom, Arthur immediately seized the opportunity to
talk to his wife. "Look, honey, this has gotten out of control.
If we leave now, I'm sure we can work something more sensible out
at home. We have a daughter for Christ's sake!"
"To begin with, you've already greatly disturbed our daughter by
sniffing her panties. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a
sniveling little brat girl who I don't want to hear another word
from."
Arthur tried to reply, but couldn't find the words.
"Now, I want you to bend over the bed while I dole out your
punishment. Then, you will stay in here quietly until the buzzer
for the cake goes off, at which point you will serve it to all
the adults."
Arthur decided to do as he was told, fearing that his wife would
call on Jimmy to hold him in place. He heard Carol undoing the
belt from her pants, and guessed what she was about to do. Before
he had time to prepare, he felt the first lash of the leather
belt on his ass. He had to bight his lips not to scream. He
wanted to show to her how manly he could be. But the second lash
landed on his thighs, which were much more sensitive. And,
instead of screaming, Arthur began to sob.
"Aww, can't poor baby handle her punishment? I'm sorry, but you
deserve it. And for being such a poor sport, I'm going to give
you ten more lashes than I intended."
By the time she was finished, Arthur's ass burned too hot to sit
on. There was a large mirror over the bed, it's true purpose he
could guess. He found it made it impossible for him to avoid
seeing his pathetic reflection. He truly looked like a little
girl in his wife's dress, especially with his lack of muscles and
visible hair. Worse yet, he could hear his wife's throaty moans
of pleasure and Kitty's shrill screaming from the other room, and
it turned him on to no end. It also reminded him of his junior
high school days, when he was excluded because of his small size.
Even worse, he reminded himself, these were his best friends and
wife. Finally, the oven buzzer sounded.
Arthur couldn't believe the level intensity that remained in the
three's sexual intercourse after so much time. Jimmy's erection
was still as big as ever, and his wife was still oozing pussy
juice. The two had taken to double-teaming Kitty, who was eating
out his wife and being fucked in both her ass and pussy by Jimmy.
They had also gone into a bottle of very expensive champagne, far
nicer than what had been served earlier in the evening.
Arthur brought the cake over to the three, and served the piece
onto individual dishes. When he was about to begin feeding his
wife by hand, she stopped him.
"Since you've been such a good little cook, I think it would be
fare if you ate the cake first. The only condition is that you
have to let me serve it to you."
Arthur was surprised by Carol's sudden kindness, and figured that
she was finally becoming her old soft self. To his dismay, Carol
had something entirely disgusting in store. Carol squatted so
that her pussy gaped open, and shoved the piece of chocolate cake
inside. She then began to urinate, drenching the cake and carpet.
"All this great liquor is getting to my bladder, and it would
really be a crime if I just wasted it all," Carol explained over
her immense outpouring of urine. "Thanks to my kindness, you can
enjoy it as a delicious sauce for your cake. And, I will be
deeply insulted if you don't eat every last bit."
Arthur liked the taste of his wife's pussy, and he was also a fan
of chocolate cake. But the stench of her urine overpowered all of
this, making him gag. Still, he forced himself to scrape every
last bit of chocolate cake from her pussy and swallow it.
Meanwhile, the others paused their activities to feed each other
the uncontaminated cake and drink more champagne.
"Mmm, this chocolate cake is sooo good. You're a wonderful cook
little sister," Jimmy exclaimed.
"You know," said Carol, "little girls tend to quickly become
cranky after they've had sweets. I know I'm not in the mood to
deal with such a spectacle. I think I'll send Arthie to bed for
the rest of the night, so the adults can stay up and play without
interruption. Go to the bedroom and shut the door, and if I see
your face at any point this night, you can expect to see the belt
again."
With that, Arthur spent the rest of the evening listening to his
wife have more orgasms than he had ever given her in their entire
relationship together. When his wife came to get him the next
morning, she noticed his pillow was soaked with tears. She
laughed hysterically.
Chapter 9
Arthur recovered at work the next day, where he was again in a
position of power and control. Still, he found his image dressed
in woman's clothing flashing through his mind, which constantly
reminded him of his wife's new dominance. Having a bruised ass
didn't help either.
The drive home further relaxed him. The powerful engine of his
BMW renewed his sense of power, and the road kept his attention
away from the previous evening. This calm was to be short-lived,
as Jimmy's car blocked his entrance into his driveway. Arthur
could hear his wife's moans before he even walked into the door.
Not really sure what do, Arthur decided to walk into his
bedroom. Perhaps he'd find some way to take hold of the situation
once he was in the midst of it. But, as happened the previous
evening, Arthur quickly found himself being verbally dominated by
his wife. Jimmy had come over again, and had become more bully
than friend.
"Jimmy's so good to make me cum like this, holding back on his
own orgasm for so long. You could really learn something from
him, not that your little prick does any good anyway.
Nevertheless, I want the men that fuck me to be satisfied. And
clean. I've purchased a maid's outfit for you. I want you to put
it on, and then come lick Jimmy's balls and ass, and perform any
other service he might request of you."
Arthur found he looked even more ridiculous in the maid's
outfit. The way his blonde bangs dangled from the maid's cap
helped create a feminine image. He quickly got into bed with his
wife and Jimmy for fear of punishment, and began to lick Jimmy's
ass. Jimmy grunted from the sensation, and let out a big fart in
Arthur's face.
"Sorry to be rude, but I just couldn't help it squirt. I'd like
to eat Carol out now, which leaves my cock open for business. I
bet you give good head little girl, and mommy's juice needs to be
cleaned off."
Arthur had never given head before, and found himself
intimidated by Jimmy's large member. He could barely get his
mouth around him, and began to very conservatively suck Jimmy's
cock.
"Don't be a baby, squirt, it won't hurt you," Jimmy sneered, and
shoved Arthur's head as far it would go down his shaft, making
him gag. Carol faced away from Jimmy so she could join in
deriding her husband.
"Gee Arthie, I never had so much trouble sucking your cock. Not
that I'll ever do that again. I suppose it's not really a
testament to my ability as a cock-sucker though. You barely gave
me anything to work with."
Arthur meanwhile was doing his best not to vomit. He had to
completely relax his throat to take Jimmy's javelin without
gagging. Jimmy made this task more difficult by rapidly forcing
Arthur's head up and down.
The sudden sound of the door slamming made the three adults
freeze. Carol knew her daughter was home, and realized there was
absolutely nothing she could do to make herself decent. She
thought perhaps adding her daughter to her already bizarre sex
life couldn't make all that much difference. Not that she really
had a choice.
Angelique stared at the scene before her. It took her a moment
to process what was going on. The appropriate reaction was
instantly obvious to her. She had always had a crush on Jimmy,
and had often fantasized about his muscular body. She had come to
loathe her father, which only solidified the already tight
relationship she had with her mother. She walked over to the bed,
pushed her father's head away from Jimmy's cock, stripped off her
clothes, and began to suck on it.
The feeling of his massive cock stretching her mouth turned
Angelique on immensely. She knew it wasn't as good as it would
feel in her virgin twat, but this would do for now. What made the
situation even more intense was that her father had a plain view
of her naked ass, and she would be damned if he would lay a hand
on it. This is exactly what he did.
She lifted her head off the cock and screamed, "What do you
think you're doing, worm!"
Carol could see tears forming in her daughter's eyes, but
Jimmy's tonguing felt too good for her to care. What her daughter
did next only aroused her further. Angelique sprang off the bed
and got behind her father.
"Suck Jimmy's cock," she ordered. "Such a great man shouldn't be
left without pleasur for even a moment. You, on the other
hand..."
Jimmy, who had always felt protective of little Angelique,
especially under the protection of her weak father, began to
force Arthur's head onto his cock with as much force as he could
muster. Still, Arthur managed to keep from completely vomiting.
Then, Angelique kicked him as hard as she could in the balls.
"You pathetic excuse for a father, and even worse excuse for a
man!" she screamed, and kicked him again.
This was too much for Arthur, and he began to vomit
uncontrollably.
"How dare you vomit on my best sheets!" Carol shouted at him.
"Seeing as daddy's dressed like such a good little maid,"
Angelique observed, "I think we should make him clean it up
...with his tongue!"
"Meanwhile," continued Carol, "I refuse to be pleasured in a
room smelling of vomit. Let's go out to the pool deck. Besides, I
know my daughter's always had a crush on you, and you've seemed
to care for her, so perhaps it would be good if you could get
better acquainted away from your nothing of a father. If these
sheets aren't spotless by the time I come back, I'll double the
punishment I have in mind for you."
Eating his own vomit was even more difficult that eating the
pee-drenched chocolate cake. Still, Arthur feared any punishment,
especially with his balls in such a sore state.
Chapter 10
Outside, the three decided to go for a swim. Once in the pool,
Angelique began making out with Jimmy. Carol experienced a
glowing tenderness witnessing the strong connection they
obviously shared, and wondered what their relationship would
develop into. Her mind drifted to her best friend Kitty. Why had
Jimmy come here without her? Oh well, she'd see her friend later.
Maybe they could have a little fun on their own. This thought
surprised Carol, as she had never thought about other women
sexually until the previous evening.
Carol noticed Jimmy had hoisted Angelique too the poolside and
was busy tonguing her. Her daughter was still a virgin, she
realized, and Jimmy's cock was huge. She wondered if her daughter
could take it. The two didn't take much time in finding out.
"Here, let's go on over to the lawn. It'll be a lot nicer than
the concrete around the pool."
Angelique nodded her head in a daze of passion. She felt
flushed, and the sun had barely risen.
"Now, spread your legs as wide as you can. You'll need to be
completely open for me to fit. And relax, I won't hurt you like
that sniveling father of yours tried to."
Jimmy navigated his tool to Angelique's wet entrance. His
circumference was clearly wider than her hole, and he hoped she
would be flexible enough to accommodate him. It would help if she
creamed as much as her mother, he thought. Realizing that he
would have to be forceful one way or another, Jimmy decided it
would be best if he got the pain over with quickly.
"Ok, now this will hurt, but just for a little bit like a shot.
And then I promise I'll become pleasurable inside you."
"I know, they teach us all about this in sex ed," she replied.
"Of course, the boys in the textbook aren't nearly as big as
you," she said longingly.
With that, Jimmy drove his cock into her. He got about three
inches in, and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't hurt any part
of her aside from her hymen. Flexible pussies ran in the family,
he guessed.
"Oh gawd!" she exclaimed, "You feel wonderful."
Jimmy looked down and saw that Angelique's pussy also creamed as
much as her mother's. He wondered what Carol was doing, and
looked over to see that she had dried herself off.
"Don't worry about me," she smiled. "I'm just going to check up
on the sissy. I'll be back out for more fun soon."
Chapter 11
Arthur had diligently re-ingested his vomit, which pleased Carol
immensely. She didn't really know how she could make his
punishment more severe anyway.
"Good job, maid. You haven't left a spot."
"Now, Carol. Please think about what you're doing. You're
completely corrupting our daughter, and you're throwing away our
relationship!"
"Don't think of it that way honey. I'm just making sure we both
assume our proper roles. I don't plan on leaving you." This, at
least, allowed Arthur some relief. "And don't think being a
little wimp is all bad. In fact, I have a treat planned for you
right now. We're going to go shopping!"
Arthur wasn't sure what that meant, but it had to be better than
eating his own vomit. Carol made him sit in the back seat of the
car for the drive, because "girls under five shouldn't sit in the
front seat of a car." They arrived at a sex shop in a seedy part
of town that Arthur had always avoided.
"We're hear sweetie-pie," she said. "Now, we're going to pick
out a very special toy for you, one that you'll be making very
good use of."
The sinister tint to her voice made Arthur cringe. At this
point, he figured any of his wife's plans could only be intended
to make his life worse.
Inside, the shop looked much like other sex shops Arthur had
been in. The only difference was the large number of S&M devices,
and the large number of people. He had never seen some of the
stock anywhere else, even online.
"Aha!" his wife pointed to a small steel cage, about half the
size of his fist. "That's exactly what I want. The package says
it's stronger than most bike locks. Perfect."
"What's that for?" Arthur asked desperately.
His wife didn't respond to him directly, but instead addressed
the entire store. "My husband, which we'll call him, even though
he's not a real man, could not satisfy a ladybug with his
pathetic prick. He can only play his instrument pleasurably for
one person - himself. For everyone else in this world, it is a
burden. So today, I am going to lock it away in this cage, and
will only let it out if he pays for the pleasure he receives by
servicing others."
Some of the women in the store giggled at her speech, and some
of the larger men laughed, using the opportunity to wallow in
their large penis sizes. Arthur realized that if he let his wife
put the cage on him, he would need a welder to get it off, and
confronting a large male steelworker with his puny prick locked
in a cage would be more humiliation than he could endure.
Chapter 12
By the time Carol and Arthur got back home, Jimmy and Angelique
had fallen asleep on the sofa in each other's arms. Carol decided
to drive Jimmy home, and told Arthur she would put the cage on as
soon as she got back. Meanwhile, he was to make sure their
daughter was comfortably tucked away in bed.
Arthur, however, had other plans. He realized this might be the
last opportunity he had to have sexual intercourse, and he no
longer felt any hesitancy about taking his daughter. Not after
what she had done to him. And, he figured Jimmy had taken her
virginity at this point anyway.
His daughter was only half awake when he led her to her room,
and didn't seem to quite know where she was. Arthur took
advantage of the moment.
"Here honey, let daddy tuck you into bed."
"Ok daddy," she said, giving him her hand. As Arthur lead
Angelique to her bed, his mouth began to water over her tight
fourteen-year-old body. He could already picture squeezing her
budding breasts and tugging her long brown hair. No, he'd yank it
out.
He wasted no time pouncing on her once they were in her bedroom.
She was already naked, so it was only a matter of pinning back
her arms and unzipping his pants. Fortunately, his daughter had
inherited his scrawny strength, and being a young girl, couldn't
resist his advances.
"Get the fuck off of me pervert!" she screamed.
Arthur slapped her, and shoved his rigid cock at her bottom. At
first he couldn't penetrate her, as she wasn't at all lubricated
and still had a small pussy. But, sure enough, Arthur found his
way in. Once he began humping her, aided by the slight amount of
lubrication given by her blood, she began to get wet.
"Get off of me!" she screamed again. "I don't want this. When
mom comes back, I'm going to make sure you get it."
"There will be no need for that." It was Jimmy's voice. As
Arthur turned around, Jimmy knocked him out cold with his fist.
Chapter 13
Arthur woke with a severe pain in his arms. As soon as his
vision came into focus, he realized they were supporting his
entire weight. Apparently, his arms were strapped to a makeshift
cross. He had been crucified.
"Now that you're awake," came the voice of his wife, "I think
you'd like to hear some good news. I've decided you won't need
that cock-cage after all. Or, I should say, your daughter has
imagined a much better idea. I'll be the first to admit she gets
her intelligence from you, which as you'll soon see, is entirely
unfortunate."
Arthur noticed that both Kitty and Jimmy were also in the room.
Kitty was busy sucking her husband's cock, which at this moment
felt to him entirely inappropriate.
"Now, daddy," said Angelique. "You have a very worried look on
your face. You shouldn't worry. We've simply tied you up so I can
pleasure you, I promise."
Though most diabolic glimmer in his daughter's eyes at first
pushed Arthur even further toward the edge, he grew excited as
soon as she began to go down on him. Seeing his daughter's pretty
brown eyes and little pink lips clasping his pale prick gave him
the hardest erection of his life. This was exactly what his
daughter wanted. Just as he was about to come, she took her mouth
off him.
Arthur caught a glimmer out of the corner of his eye. He soon
realized his wife had brought Angelique a knife.
"Now, father," purred Angelique, as she slowly stroked her
father's cock, making sure to keep it as full as possible, "You
know, you really shouldn't have raped me. What made you think I
would let such a gross pervert get away with polluting my
insides? The best punishment I could conjure, and I really do
think it's the best punishment period, is to make sure you never,
ever, can do something like that again."
With that, Angelique took the knife to the base of her father's
engorged penis. Her first stroke only cut it half off, spurting
blood everywhere. Her father howled, and then passed out.
When he woke up, he was lying in bed. "It must have been a
dream," he thought. But when he looked down, he only saw a
cauterized stub.
Part 2
Chapter 14
A year passed since Arthur's feminization. Carol decided to move
her family, along with Jimmy and Kitty to an isolated ranch. She
realized that they could live for the rest of their lives off the
two men's combined pensions and savings. At the ranch, they could
continue their lifestyle undisturbed.
Kitty proved to be almost as submissive as Arthur, often asking
to be spanked and frequently giving oral pleasure. This was
partly due to Angelique's increasingly dominant attitude toward
her as she grew closer to Jimmy. They had come to be the closest
thing to a normal couple, often going on picnics and making love
in good old missionary style. Together, they represented both the
most intelligent and good-looking people on the ranch.
Though Arthur played the role of servant to everyone, he ended
spending the most time with his wife. Carol quickly became the
most sexually indulgent member of the bunch, and probably also
received the most pleasure from love-making. Not that she made
love to anyone traditionally anymore. Even if Jimmy hadn't shied
away from her as he grew closer to Angelique, her pussy had come
to crave more bulge than even his massive cock could provide.
Arthur served this role quite nicely. He would help her mount
massive dildos on furniture, as well as other large objects that
she found around the house. But more than anything she craved the
fist. She often asked Arthur to cram a one or two into her
obscenely stretched pussy as she simultaneously mounted a
vegetable or dildo. Soon Arthur could fit an entire two arms up
the elbows into her pussy.
Arthur, on the other hand, found that trying to pleasure himself
had become impossible. The only kind of sexual experience he
could achieve was through pain. His daughter often took care of
this need, fucking him in the ass with two-way dildos and
whipping him with a thorny cat-o-nine tails. When his daughter
cut his dick off, she had left his testicles. Not so he could
reproduce, but so that she could torture them. She often took to
squeezing or kicking them, which would leave him moaning in
alternating agony and ecstasy.
From everyone else in the household, he received large daily
helpings of excrement, and occasionally Jimmy would sock him in
the stomach for fun, forcing his face to the floor to clean up
his vomit. Rarely did anyone use a toilet. Additionally, Arthur
was made to eat with the animals on the farm. Some days he would
eat straw with the horses, others slop with the pigs. He grew to
savor all forms of pain and humiliation, eventually losing his
gag-reflex for even the most putrid of meals.
Chapter 15
After about three months of this lifestyle, Carol approached
Arthur.
"There's been something I've wanted to do my whole life, and I
just can't wait any longer. I was worried that I wouldn't be able
to take it, but I think I'm stretched enough now that I won't get
work."
"What is it that you want, my everything?" Arthur asked.
"Remember when I told you about my admiration of the size of a
Stallion's cock? Well, I made sure to pick a particularly large
one, at least three feet in length and two around practically a
freak, even for horses. I've been acquainting myself with him
these past months. Every day I masturbate in front of him and
give him my scent. Then, I suck him off and masturbate him with
both hands until he comes. He's grown to like me. Today, Arthie,
I wish for him to enter me."
Angelique was waiting for them at the stables.
"It's all ready Mom," she said. She had prepared a harness to
hang under the horse. She also prepared a strange restraining
device in front of the horse, the purpose of which Arthur could
not fathom. His daughter took it upon herself to explain.
"You see, worm, I figured it would be a good idea for you to
watch my mother get fucked by this beautiful stallion. You've
been servicing her a lot lately, and I'm worried you've forgotten
how inadequately you pleasure a woman."
Arthur allowed himself to be strapped in to the device, which
left him spread eagle in front of the horse. His daughter then
did something he didn't expect she carefully rested his balls
on a cement slab. Then, she lifted the horse's front hooves onto
the slab.
"I hope for your sake," she said, "that mom doesn't get too wild
with this horse. Otherwise, he's liable to step on your testis
and crush them for good. You won't even have a good source of
pain after that. Seeing as how mom is such an intense fucker, I'd
just kiss them goodbye right now."
With that, and a toss of her hair, Angelique walked away. But
before she vanished from sight, she turned back to her mother and
Arthur. "I'm sorry to leave you mother, but Jimmy and I are
eloping. You'll most likely never see me again." And then she
left.
Carol barely mustered a goodbye. She was too fixated on the
growing stallion cock in front of her. The horse instinctually
knew pussy when it was inches away from his dick and began to
thrust. Carol found she could just accommodate the horse, and
began to scream as his cock head pressed against her womb. She
had never felt better in her life. With each thrust, the horse
was within inches of crushing Arthur's balls.
Arthur didn't fear the pain. In fact, he looked forward to it.
He accepted the inevitable, and decided it would be a pleasure to
go out with a bang. Or a burst, as it was. Finally, at the same
moment of that the horse began to squirt barrels of cum into
Carol's twat, the horse stepped on Arthur's balls. All three
animals let out a scream so loud it woke the neighbors, a mile
away.
Chapter 16
With Jimmy and Angelique gone, Kitty decided to run away. She
craved male dominance. Being a very attractive thirty something,
she quickly found a job at an S&M club. There, she received all
the beatings she could ever want.
The same day Kitty left, Carol approached Arthur with the same
wanton gleam in her eyes that she had before fucking the
Stallion.
"Arthie! Nothing I stick in my twat pleases me anymore. I need
flesh, but until now I couldn't think of anything fleshy enough
to properly top me off. But I've figured it out. I want you to
step into me."
"What do you mean dear?"
"I mean, I'm going to stick my butt in the air, and you're going
to stick your foot into my cunt, and as much of your leg as you
can fit."
Arthur stood over his naked wife. She rarely wore clothes
anymore, and if she did, it was for some sexual purpose. Her cunt
had already begun frothing like a mad dog. The dramatic change
that had overcome his wife suddenly hit Arthur hard. She seemed
more sex than human. Her pussy was engorged well beyond normal
side, and pulsating, as if it begged attention more than Carol
herself. Her tits, he thought, had grown at least a cup side. And
her unusually large nipples were constantly erect and puffy. Even
her mouth looked more a hole for fucking than for communicating.
He sighed, and began to work his foot into her pussy.
"Oh, yes Arthie. Shove your foot in. Fill me to the brim."
Slowly his leg sank in to just above his ankle. Not much
resistance so far. As her pussy engulfed his calf, she began to
tighten.
"Ungh, this is the first time I've been really stretched in a
while."
Arthur began to move his leg up and down in a fucking motion.
His wife let out her trademark throaty moan, which still aroused
Arthur. Her pussy started spewing white cum, its smell
overpowering, as she hadn't bathed in days.
"Come on shitface, I know you can get more of your puny leg in
that that!"
Something came over Arthur. He felt his first true arousal since
his daughter had swiped off his dick. He hadn't been in a
position of power until now he realized. He was on top. He began
to stomp into her, as hard as he could. Her screams of pleasure
turned to screams of pain, and then back to pleasure. Soon she
was squirting both cum and blood from her cunt, which Arthur's
leg had ripped. A huge squirt of blood and cum shot from her twat
and onto Arthur's face. Then she stopped screaming. He had
crushed her womb.
Arthur slipped his foot out of her, and let her legs flop to the
ground. He thought his wife would be in extreme pain, but all he
could detect was complete sexual satiation. He left her on the
floor to bleed to death.
Chapter 17
With nobody left at the ranch, Arthur didn't know what to do
with himself. He didn't want to see his wife's body, so he roamed
the pastures, thinking. Perhaps he could begin anew. Of course,
he didn't have anything to begin anew with. He could live a
peaceful life, tending to the animals. But the motivation just
wasn't there.
Arthur walked over to the pig pen, and lay in the mud. He stared
at the sky, watching the sun set and the stars come out. How long
would it be until the pigs were starving? He watched the sun
rise, then set, then rise. On the third morning, he felt a nibble
on his calf. And then an intense burning as a pig tore flesh from
his leg. Arthur only sighed and smiled. He would have to bare
this life no longer. He had nothing left to experience life with
anyway. Arthur was spent, and soon he would be eaten.
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