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My MIL Sex Slave

By: julybear7



This short novella describes the relationships between a husband and his wife's sister and mother, and how the latter evolved into a master/slave relationship, which eventually included his supervisor at work. It includes oral, anal, and Tantric sex, non consensual m/f and m/m sex, as well as romantic husband/wife sex while they know others are watching. It begins with the disintegration of the husband's first marriage. It's all fantasy (damn) and everyone is over the age of consent. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Jb7 

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Let me admit right up front, I'm no angel. Yeah, I cheated on my first wife, Carol, with my second wife, Beth, and a few other women of no consequence, and no import to this story; maybe some other time. But my cheating was partly Carol's fault. 

From September to the following July, the year before we were married, I spent practically every weekend buried in her cunt from seven o'clock Friday evening until two or three o'clock Monday morning. Then I had to get up and drive eighty miles to be to work at eight-thirty. That last fact didn't seem to matter to her, or the fact that we may have had less than ten hours of sleep since I arrived Friday. 

One weekend she counted her orgasms; she hit number sixty-five just before I walked out the door. You get the picture, a fucking sex maniac-- before the ring was on her finger.

We were married on July 31. By October first, unless she was already in the mood, and by that I mean tongue out horny, fuhgeddaboutit. Before we were married, I was cumming twelve to fifteen times in forty-eight hours. By the end of September, the frequency was down to twelve to fifteen times a year. We were married, to the day, seven and a half years. I don't think we screwed a hundred times, and that includes trying to have a baby. Do the math--once a month plus the baby making. 

She wasn't serious about getting pregnant, either; without discussion, she decided we had tried enough; that, at the age of twenty-nine, it was getting too dangerous for her to have children. End of effort! No discussion, no negotiation!

At the time, I was in grad school, on a fellowship. working on a doctorate in Clinical Psychology. I had arranged with a sheltered workshop to use some of their clients and staff in my research. That's where/how I met Beth, my second wife. It started with drinks, and some frank conversations, after work. Then one day I accompanied her on a visit to evaluate a short term treatment program for one of the workshop's behavior problems. Thank God it was winter and the car windows fogged up when we started making out. We were swapping tongues and everything else we could do with clothes on in public, as well as a few things we shouldn't have, with no regard for where we were.

That was during year three of my marriage. About the same time, Carol was becoming more uptight about anything dealing with sex. If I told one of her male co -workers a sex joke, she'd chew me out when we got home. If I made an appreciative sound when a nice rack was bared in a movie, she'd hiss at me to be quiet, I was embarrassing her! God forbid I should move when those breasts were visible! I forget the movie, but there were several pair showing on the screen. That's all, nothing sexy. I think it was a shower scene. I moved my leg to relieve a cramp; she got up and left the movie, later to claim that my squirming during that scene had mortified her. I never did learn what happened to the horny piece I married; she just disappeared. After the petting session Beth and I had, we started a long off and on affair. Sometimes we were together for a couple of months, sometimes a couple of hours. Whenever I called, she made herself available, even breaking dates with her other married lover, who was legally separated while his wife decided what she wanted to do. Beth eventually broke it off with him to be exclusively with me, even though I hadn't yet made the decision to divorce.

We lived about a five hour drive from Chicago. The Art Institute was hosting a show of privately owned French Impressionists, paintings which hadn't been seen in public for several years. Carol and I had talked about taking a four day weekend and going to see them, but she never made any effort to get the time off. The last Spring we were still married, she took a week's leave to go to a conference in Cincinnati. Beth had family in Chi-town, so I asked her if she'd like to see the exhibit. We went, stayed with her grandparents, sharing a bed over their objections, which she simply ignored. The show was fantastic, plus we also got to see the Wright exhibit (the architect, not the fliers) they have. 

Although I didn't tell Carol who I went with, she threw a hissy fit when I told her I had gone to see the show. When I pointed out it had been there for six months and she hadn't made any effort to get the time to go see it, she just increased the hissy. 

From my side, the final blow came when she was invited to show some of her work at an art show in LA, to be held over semester break at the end of January. The show offered to pay transportation and lodging for two, and she invited a female friend from work. One of the vacations we had been planning and saving for was a California trip. She justified not taking me by saying she'd be busy working, conducting workshops and giving presentations. Yeah, right. 

Sue, her friend, had told us she had given her husband permission to date and sleep with whomever while he was away on a year long sabbatical, finishing and defending his dissertation, saying that's what she'd do. I knew how the pair would be spending their evenings. I was right. 

One night, mid-week, when I called to wish Carol good-night, at eleven PM Pacific time, I heard Sue laughing and a man's voice in the background, along with the sound of glasses and ice rattling. Carol passed it off as an after workshop discussion. I didn't remind her she had told me all her workshops were in the morning. First thing, the next morning, I called Beth and made arrangements to move in with her that day. 

I met Carol at the airport when she got home. After a week, I would expect at least a hug and kiss, wouldn't you? Not even, just a cheek to cheek air kiss, and "Hi." On the way to the house, she started nattering about the show, things she had seen and done, and some follow-up stuff she had to do, a possible commission to pursue. No questions about me, how I'd been, what I had been doing; all about her, as usual. At the house, I carried her bags in, then told her I was leaving and would be filing for divorce by the end of the week. Then I kissed her cheek and walked out.

She tried to raise some hell, but when I didn't respond the way she wanted, she gave up. My lawyer told me not to appear at the hearing. Her lawyer gave her similar advice, but she went anyway, and had to listen as my lawyer read my statement detailing how I thought our marriage had failed. She tried to blame me for the embarrassment she felt, especially during the passage where I complained about the absence of a real sexual relationship.

One of the conditions of the divorce was that I had to return the house key I had kept so I could get in, when she wasn't there, to get my stuff. The day I showed up to return the key, she answered the door nude and walked with me around the house, helping me gather the remainder of my plunder. Just before I was set to go, she asked if I'd give her one last back rub. I agreed, and as I was finishing up, she turned over so her C-cups were under my hands. Then she spread her thighs and asked if I'd like one for old times sake. I slipped a finger in her pussy; dry as a friggin' bone. I kissed her on the forehead and told her good-bye. As I left I could hear her crying, but, at that point, I was beyond caring.

Five months after I walked out, the divorce was finalized. Two months later, at the end of August, Beth and I were married. A week after that I got to meet her family. I had met her grandparents during the Art Institute trip, and had sort of met her family in passing when I dropped some books off one Saturday when they brought her younger sister down for a two week visit. 

But the first long exposure to them was an experience best forgotten. Sean, her father, was an alcoholic Irishman, with the gift of blarney, the empathy of a squid, the temper of a rhino, and the thin skin of an onion. And that was sober. It took a lot of whiskey to get him visibly drunk, but only about three shots to put his temper on a hair trigger. Beth had told me horror stories about being thrown across a room, about full dinner tables being overturned into the kids' laps, about Xmas trees being thrown out of windows on Xmas morning. It took nearly two years, but I got to see it for myself. More on that in a bit.

Betty was eight years and three days older than I, which she took as a sign we were destined to get along. She was also an alcoholic. The only time I didn't see her with her cup of 'tea' was when she visited us. Never visibly under the influence, she was never not under it until she left Sean. 

Several times when we visited them, we would go shopping. While walking, she would grab my arm and put it around her so that my thumb was laying along the swell of her breast and my hand situated so it functioned as an underwire, clamping her arm against mine so I couldn't move it. Sometimes, she even held me there with her hand. I never did in those circumstances, but I was sure if I had rotated my hand upward so I was cradling her boob, she wouldn't have batted an eyelash. 

The next summer after we were married, I was finishing up writing my dissertation. Susie, Beth's younger sister, asked if she could visit for a couple of weeks during July. Of course Beth said yes. My school schedule left most of my mornings free, so Beth arranged just to take the afternoons off while Susie visited. With most seventeen year olds, it wouldn't have been a problem, but Beth was a thirty year old in a seventeen year old body. 

I have never met such a precocious teenager. She arrived on Saturday afternoon, and we spent that night and most of the next day turning away guys she had given our address and phone number with the message they could call anytime. When we told one of them, obviously in his thirties, that she was only seventeen, his response was, "So?" He wasn't going to leave until I threatened to deck him.

We only had a two bedroom place, and the second bedroom was where I was storing my data and writing my paper. Susie was sleeping on the couch in the living room. Monday morning when I came out after Beth went to work, I met Susie coming down the hall, wearing nothing but a smile. 

She was tall, about five ten; svelte, with not a half ounce of excess fat; a small A bust, I'd guess 32A, with a 22 inch waist and 30 inch hips; a never been trimmed thatch, matching her hair, a dark cinnamon color, like her sisters'. "Morning, Mick," she yawned. My jaw must have dropped a foot. She just laughed and walked up to within six inches of me, and asked, "Is there a problem, Bear?"

"Yes. You need to put some clothes on."

"Why, it's just us?"

"We 're not an us; you are my wife's seventeen year old sister."

Before she answered, she stepped closer and slid her arms around my neck, then pushed her pussy into my jockey covered groin. "We could be an us. I bet I'd screw you better than Beth."

"We'll never know," I answered, pulling her arms down and pushing her back. "Get your clothes and go get your shower."

"You want me to wear clothes, you get them. I'll go get my shower," she replied in a sullen voice. She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I went to her suitcase and pulled out a set of underwear, a pair of shorts and a top which would go with them. I left them on the closed toilet seat and closed the door as I left the bath.

I was in the kitchen area, frying bacon when she came back into the living area, still nude. She just walked past me and threw the clothes I had chosen back in her open suitcase. Then she turned and came into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.

I semi lost it. I grabbed her arm at the elbow and turned her to face me. "I told you to put on some clothes!"

She just smirked, and said, "I don't have to..."

"Oh, yes you do!" I nearly shouted. I grabbed her and put her across my lap, then smacked her ass as hard as I could. She just laughed. 

"That was pretty good, but I've grown up getting beaten by my dad. That doesn't hurt at all."

There was a wooden spoon on the table. I had used it to mix up some muffins I was making for our breakfast. I grabbed it and brought it down on the top of her thigh, next to her vulva. That brought out a scream. The next half dozen were also answered with screams. I pushed her off my lap to the floor, then leaned down and grabbed her by the hair. I pulled her face into my crotch. "Tell me, Susie, what do you think I'm gonna do next?"

"Y-You're going to fuck me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"N..n..no."

"But you know I could if I wanted to, if I was really totally pissed off at you, and it would probably hurt like hell, because I wouldn't care if you were ready, or comfortable, or liking what was happening. I'd just be taking out my anger on you. If I were angry enough, I wouldn't give a shit if you lived through it. Is that what you want?"

I was holding her face against my crotch, her head tilted back so I could see her eyes, the classic blowjob position, except her eyes were wide with fright. I had just beat her ass, and just told her I was almost angry enough to rape her. 

She tried to push her head back while she shook it no. "Maybe I'll just fuck your face, have you swallow me so I shoot my load straight into your belly. Is that what you want?"

Tears were starting now. Whether from the threats, or from the pain of having her hair pulled, I don't know. I decided to make one more threat. "Or I could just fuck your ass. I know you've fucked a bunch of guys; ever take it in the can?"

If it was possible, her eyes got bigger with fright and the tears overflowed. I let go of her hair and grabbed her under the shoulders to pull her up and on to my lap. "I'm not going to hurt you anymore, right now, Susie. But you need to learn from this. For the past forty two hours we've been turning away strangers you came on to, knowing nothing about who they were. This morning, knowing nothing about me or how I might react, you offered yourself to me, and then you blatantly disobeyed me. About the only thing keeping me from beating you senseless and fucking you into tomorrow is your sister." 

During this little speech I became aware of her scent, not quite the musky scent of arousal, there was some thing else. I glanced down at her pussy to see her labia open and a cheesy looking substance being pushed out of her vaginal opening. "What the fuck?"

She looked to see what I was talking about. "Shit! I have another yeast infection, or the same one came back. Is there a Planned Parenthood office here?"

We checked the phone book, got the address, called for an appointment, and were able to get her in that afternoon. Beth took her, and, later that day she told me, was surprised at how subdued and cooperative she was. I told her about the morning. Her anger showed. When she turned to go scold her sister for her behavior, I stopped her and told her the lesson had been delivered, that she just needed to accept that and wait to see if it was learned. 

The rest of Susie's stay was without incident. When she behaved, she was a bright, charming young adult. She helped cook and clean, behaved in public, not ignoring the guys who tried to approach her, but in a few words dissuaded them from trying to pick her up. When she returned to Sean and Betty, Beth cried, saying she wished Susie could stay with us.

In September, I was offered a job three states away from Beth's parents, and at her urging, took it. By the end of October, we were settled in our new home.

Fast forward to the next June. It's Susie's eighteenth birthday and high school graduation, coincidentally, one day apart. Beth and I didn't make it to the graduation ceremony because there weren't enough tickets available. At the birthday party, Susie asked me to drive her to a grocery store to get some beer.

We told people where we were off to and left. In the car, I pulled her to me for a very unbrother-like kiss, which she returned in spades. My left hand was cradling her head while my right made its w ay up under her tee shirt. When my hand closed over her breast, she froze, simply became immobile, and unresponsive. I pulled back and was not surprised when I saw the silent tears running down her cheeks. "Susie, who hurt you, how?"

"It was Dad..." She must have felt me tense up with anger. "No, no, he didn't rape me; that's what you're thinking?" I nodded. "Not that, a boy and I cut school one afternoon last January and were screwing in my bedroom when he walked in. He chased the guy out of the house naked then came back to me. I was getting dressed when he came back into my room. He tore my clothes off and tied me to the bed, swearing at me, calling me all sorts of names. 

"He pushed the bed pillows under my ass so my crotch was up off the bed and wide open. Then he started spanking my pussy and tits as hard as he could. He must have hit them each fifty or sixty times. I know I was screaming so loud one of the neighbors came to the door. Mom answered the door--she was there and let him do that. Goddam her! Goddam them all to hell." 

She began sobbing, huge wracking, gasping sobs, interrupted by more curses. I pulled her to my chest and held her, letting her cry it out. Finally, the wracking sobs quieted, and slowly disappeared. "Oh dear," she said, "look what I did to your shirt." She patted my chest. "This is the first time I've cried since then. Thank you for letting me cry it out, but please don't say anything to anyone about it. After today, I'll never have to see them again unless I want to, and that will be a cold day in Hell. I have a job that starts Monday, and an apartment I'm moving into tomorrow. Some friends are coming to help me move, so none of it matters anymore." She gave me an impish smile. "You still wanna feel me up? Or did you want more? Last time I offered, you objected because I'm your wife's sister."

"No, the last time I objected because you were barely seventeen. You being my wife's sister just makes you more appealing. She was mad at you that day, for trying to seduce me, but she was surprised that I didn't fuck you from one end of the apartment to the other. Told me I should have, so you'd know what a good fuck was. Said if I got the chance again, go for it."

Susie's grin grew wider as she leaned back in her seat and slid her shorts and thong down. "Come to me, big brother!"

Beth was standing in the hallway, outside of her parents' apartment, when we got back. "Did you two have a good time?" she asked with a smile. Susie and I looked at each other and grinned.

"Thank you, Sis. No fucking wonder you're always smiling. What's going on, why are you out here?"

"Your new landlord called and said your place was ready for you to move into tomorrow, and the key would be left with Mrs. Zacharovski, or something like that, in Apartment 1, on the first floor. When Dad heard you were moving, he lost it.

"Now he says he's going to sell the business, go partners with his sister and brother in Oak Park, and move into the apartment over their store, a one bedroom place with a Pullman kitchen. Mom said no, she wasn't moving into a smaller place. And the battle was on. Karen and Rick (my other sister-in-law and her husband) left when the shouting started. Let 's go to your room and wait out the storm."


My MIL Sex Slave



We had barely made it to Susie's room and broken open a beer when we heard Betty scream followed by a large crash. We ran to the dining room where we saw a chair turned over and Betty on her hands and knees in front of Sean, trying to get away from him, her skirt over her head, panties around her thighs, Sean trying to shove his cock into her, anywhere. Beth and I were immobilized, but Susie didn't hesitate a second and ran to the couple screaming. Along the way she picked up a ceramic vase and was getting ready to use it on Sean when he saw her swing. 

He got his arm up in time to avert the blow from his head, but he was off balance enough that it knocked him to the floor. "You bastard," Susie screamed at him. "It's not enough you beat me until I can't screw! You need to rape your fucking wife, too? Can't you get it up without hurting someone?" Her foot swung back and then forward, aiming at his crotch. He saw it coming, but wasn't quite fast enough to totally evade the kick, but did save his balls, taking her toe between his sac and his asshole.

"Get out," he moaned. "All of you, get out before I fucking kill you; especially you, you little whore cunt," he said to Sue. "Get your motherfucking ass out of my house!"

Betty had pulled herself together enough to straighten her skirt and turn around. "No, Sean," she yelled, "you fucking son of a bitch! You get out! You want to partner with your trollop sister? Well, maybe she'll let you in her bed, too, if you don't mind sharing her with the whole fucking neighborhood. Just get your sorry frigging ass out of here. When you can be reasonable, we'll talk; until then, you can screw your own goddam ass!"

Sean's face grew dark with anger. His hands clenched and unclenched, several times. His eyes darted back and forth, taking us in. "Fuck all of you!" he said, standing up, and walked out. 

Betty held it together until we heard the door slam down at the street, then she started wailing, "Ohmigod, what have I done? Sean, you bastard, come back! I didn't mean it! Oh, god! What am I going to do?" Then she began sobbing, just like her daughter an hour or so earlier--huge wailing, gasping sobs. The kind that shake your body from head to toe, and you're just listening to them.

"Oh, can it, mother!" exclaimed Susie.

"Mom, stop crying! He's gone and can't hear you," ordered my wife.

Susie was on the phone to her landlord in a flash, making arrangements to move in a day early. When Beth asked why she was leaving early, she replied, "If that fucker comes back tonight, I don't want to be any where near him. The way I feel right now, I'm apt to cut off his cock and feed it to him.

"Thank you, Beth, for everything," she continued, giving her sister a hug. She then turned to me with a wide grin. "You, too, big brother. I'll always remember this day with a smile," she said, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me, full on open lips, attempting to remove my tonsils.

"Down, girl. That's my husband you're trying to screw. You had your sample earlier," Beth laughed.

"Only one sample? I thought I was your favorite sister!" She pushed out her lower lip, pretending, unsuccessfully, to pout.

"Come visit, and we'll see," Beth replied, smiling.

Susie moved close to Beth, and in a soft voice, so Betty couldn't hear, said, "Have Bear fuck Mom. Part of her problem is she and Dad haven't done it since I can't remember when. When I started high school, just before we moved in here, I asked her why she was always screaming at night after she and Dad went to bed. She got all embarrassed and said it was just her and Dad fooling around. Then I understood what was happening, and it hasn't happened in a long time."

She called a couple of friends, threw her clothes in a couple of suitcases and plastic bags and was gone with barely a trace remaining, in an hour. While she was packing, Beth and I sat down with Betty to talk about her future. She had no job, and no saleable job skills. We had just convinced her to come back with us until she had decided what she was going to do, when the phone rang. It was Sean, calling to see if she had changed her mind.

"Beth and Mick have invited me to live with them until everything is straightened out," she told him. She was quiet as he spewed his answer into the phone. You could see the shock and pain take over her face, quickly followed by anger. "How the fuck would you know, you cocksucker? You haven't touched me in two years! I'm not even sure you can get it up anymore!" Then she slammed the phone down. "That bastard," she screamed, then started the wracking sobs again. "He said he didn't want me, that I wasn't any fun in bed anymore!" she wailed.

Beth went to her, and with an arm around her shoulders, led her to the kitchen. "Let's have a cup of tea while we talk about what has to be done to move you out of here." Betty nodded, then stopped. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic garbage bag and went to her bedroom. A few minutes later she called me to help her. "That son of a bitch has been reading these to me as things he wanted to try," she said. "There's ten years worth of them; he never threw any of them out. Fuck him! Take these to the dumpster out back, will you?" I glanced in the bag--ten years of Penthouse Magazine, including the first years from the UK! Shit, I was so tempted, but I also knew the kind of hell it would cause if I kept them. So, out they went. (OUCH!!!)

It took us a week to get her packed, the furniture stored, her to an attorney to start separation proceedings, and to learn from her landlord that Sean had told him three months earlier they wouldn't be renewing their lease, up at the end of June, two weeks away.

Beth drove our minivan, loaded with our luggage and some boxes of stuff Betty didn't want to be without. I drove Betty's two-year old Caprice. She rode with whichever one of us she wanted to talk to, usually Beth. We split the trip into two days, sharing a room overnight. 

Betty used the shower first, and, afterward, came out in a sheer light blue shortie nightie which barely covered her snatch, not that it would have mattered. I could fucking count her freckles from across the room, the goddam gown was so transparent. When she saw our reaction, she looked down, got all embarrassed and said, "Oops," scurrying under the covers of the closest bed.

When we got back home, Summer school was just starting. I checked with the Departmental Office and learned I was scheduled for a twice weekly evening class, from 7pm to 10 pm, Tuesday and Thursday evenings. 

The first night we were home, Beth shared Susie's suggestion with me, saying she thought it might be a good idea, not just because it had been so long, but also because of the psychic hurt Sean's last statement caused. 

Think about this. Here I am, a healthy adult male, late thirties, with a hot wife ten years younger, who has an eighteen year old sister who has let me know she'll be available whenever we can get together. Now my wife has instructed me, not just given permission (like she did with Sis), but instructed me, to pound my mother's poor neglected pussy. The shit of it was, MIL had about as much attraction for me as a root canal. She was pretty enough, artificially platinum blonde, petite, about five two, with tits about the size of a small orange at the time. She was just so goddamned pathetic. 

Our routine that summer was for Beth to be up and out by eight. She'd stop in to give me a kiss and suggestion for dinner. I'd lay abed, thinking about what I had to get done that day, scratching my balls and playing with my prick (don't snigger like that; you do it, too), for a half hour or so. When I got to the kitchen, Betty was there, just sitting. She had been shown how to make coffee three or four times, but claimed she couldn't because she wasn't sure how to make it the way I like it. Didn't want to fry herself an egg or two, because she wasn't sure she could use our food. Same with toast. Once she asked how much water she should use to make the Jell-o for the fruit salad we were making for supper.

To top it off, because her mother was right next door, Beth, agreeing it was silly, was embarrassed to make love. We had been back three weeks with only a quickie one afternoon when Betty went out to get her hair done. I don't know, maybe she was priming me for what happened.

One late August Monday morning, Beth was gone. I got up to go take a piss, and ran into, literally ran into Betty as she came out of her room, with a pair of sweat pants and bra on. I reached out to grab her around the waist to keep her from falling. To keep her upright, I pulled her against me and my morning wood. She turned bright red and retreated to her room without a sound.

After draining my bladder, I went back to her room to let her know the b.r. was free. She was just sitting there on her bed, still shirtless. I walked in, nothing between me and the Adam state except for a pair of jockeys. She looked up at my face, then glanced at my crotch, and back up. I told her why I had stopped in, and then I said, "You're small enough up top, you could go braless. Want me to get a pencil, and do the pencil test."

She just looked puzzled, but then nodded. I pattered my way to the kitchen, found a half used wood pencil and pattered my way back to her bedroom. She was still sitting on the bed, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. I walked up to her, half way back to full wood, my crotch at her face level. She could hardly take her eyes off it. I shoved the pencil between my teeth and grabbed her under her shoulders to lift her up. 

Once she was on her feet, I reached for the front clasp of her bra and flicked it open. Her eyes widened as I pushed the bra down her arms. Once it was clear, I grasped her right nipple between my thumb and finger and lifted her breast, then placed the pencil right against her chest wall, where it met her breast. As soon as I pinched her nipple, Betty had let out a small moan. When I lifted her tit by the nipple, the moan got louder, but was still just barely audible. Instead of simply releasing the nipple, I pulled my fingers off it, not releasing the pinch. By now both nipples were erect. And the pencil dropped into my hand.

"I should do the other one as well," I said, lifting her left tit in the same way. Her eyes closed as she grabbed my upper arms, not to interfere with the 'test,' but to steady herself. The moan was louder, and this time when I pulled my fingers off her nipple, there was an audible gasp. "Liked that, huh?" Her eyes flew open as I pushed her hands into the waistband of her sweat pants. "Take them off," I instructed her. 

I reached up and took hold of her nipples again, pinching and pulling on them. She didn't move. Didn't push her sweats down, but also didn't take her hands out. I pulled some more on her nips, then, like a puppy shaking a sock, I started shaking one breast side to side, and the other up and down. I could smell her pussy. I released her left tit and slid my hand between her legs, feeling the heat and dampness.

"Betty," I said in a hoarse voice, "if I have to take your pants off, I'll fuck every hole I can force my cock into. If you want to have any voice in what happens to you this morning, push them down, sweats and panties, if you're wearing any. Now." Eyes closed, head tilted back, waiting, mouth open for a kiss, she pulled her hands out and grabbed my dick.

"You wouldn't..."

I spun her around, pushing her onto the bed, and pulled her pants and underwear off. I lifted her hips so her chest and shoulders were on the bed and, in a single stroke, buried my eight inches in her hungry hoohoo. 

"Nooooooooooooooooh!" It had started as a scream, and wound up a long low moan. "Oh god oh god oh god ohohohohohoohohohoooh," was all she could say. Three weeks without any, I was set to explode pretty quick, but I guess her two years trumped me. By the time I sprayed her pussy walls, she had come three times.

Right after I came, I pulled out and flipped her over onto her back and pulled her head around to my crotch. She knew what I wanted. "No, Mick. I don't do that. I never did for Sean, and I'm not going to start now."

"I don't give a flyin' fuck what you did or didn't do for Asshole," I told her, plugging her nose. When she opened her mouth to breathe, I shoved my lovebone in it, released her nose, and grabbed a fistful of hair. "Just like a popsicle, sucking and licking," I told her, pulling her face to my curlies. She got the idea pretty soon and cleaned our juices off me without any further instruction.

Her ministrations kept me hard. While she was cleaning me up, I saw a bottle of lotion on her bedside table, and grabbed it. I let go of her hair and pulled out of her mouth. She was going to need some practice to get good at fellatio, and I was going to make sure she got it. 

Meanwhile, I flipped and turned her, pulling her ass up again, then I poured some lotion in her crack and some on my dick. I rubbed it into and in to her pucker, to her loud objections and resistance. She was begging me not to bugger her, right up to the instant I popped through the outer sphincter. Then she screamed until I got through the next one. Then she was just sobbing while I fucked her ass. She didn't seem to realize she was partly to blame for me being there; I had told her what would happen.

Pretty soon, sobs gave way to moans of pain, then moans of pleasure, and finally screams of pleasure. When we were both done coming, I turned her around and put a pillow under her neck, so her head fell backward. She shook her head no, but when I bopped her on the tip of her nose with my dirty dick, she opened up and accepted me all the way in, just like in her pussy and ass.

When I thought I was clean enough, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to my bedroom. Missionary position, and a kneeling clean up. She didn't offer any resistance. In the bathroom, I took her ass again while she bent over the sink. She sat on the throne, her hands pulling on my ass to get me closer, to suck our juices off me. In the kitchen, I sat her on the table and pounded pussy. Clean up was a variation of the neck pillow, with her head falling off the table. In the living room, doggie position in front of the fireplace and during clean up. 

In the den, I was getting tired, so I had her cowgirl style, up the back chute. I stayed lying down while she licked my cock and balls clean. On the side of the house, we had a screened in porch. It was pretty well shaded in the morning, and it was impossible to see what was going on from outside the black screen. It was a repeat of everything that happened in her bedroom, minus the screams of pain.

Pussy and ass, I had fucked her to at least nine orgasms plus she had sucked me clean of my cum and her juice and shit. I was goddam sore when we were done, but nowhere neat as sore as she was. I don't know if she was telling the truth about not sucking Sean, but I was pretty damn well sure I was the first up her keester. I had told her what would happen if she didn't do what she was told. It was time to drive the lesson home.

I sat down on the couch in the living room, flopped down is more accurate. "Go get my shorts out of your room and bring them to me. Come right back. If you stop anywhere, you'll earn yourself a spanking." She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me. Sure enough, I heard the toilet flush and the water running while she washed her hands and who knows what.

Several seconds later she appeared in the door between the kitchen and living room and tossed me my shorts, then turned to go back to her room. "Betty," I called to her. "Come here!" It was loud enough to be heard in the back of the apartment, but not menacing at all. In a couple of seconds, she reappeared. I waved her to me, and when she was within reach, I grabbed her and tore off the panties she had put on, and put her across my knee. "Now, let's see, you went to the bathroom, washed your hands, put on panties, and what else?" I asked her.

"J-j-j-just cleaned off your cum from my legs."

"And threw my shorts at me, instead of bringing them as you were instructed, right?"

"Y-y-yes," she stammered, "I thought..."

"When I tell you to do something, you don't need to think, just do what you're told. Otherwise, you get spanked, understand?"

"N-n-no, no, you're not going..." SMACK, right where the ass cheek meets the thigh, fingers hitting the vulva. "Oooooowwwwww!" she screamed.

"That's just to show you I can and will. You have seven of them coming, one for each act of disobedience, and a general one for emphasis. You will count them, and thank me for each one as you get them. If you do not count it, and thank me before the next spank, it doesn't count. Any questions?" I hesitated for a short second, then started.

"N-no, not..." SMACK, the next one was on the fleshy part of her ass, if it could be called that. She was so fucking skinny, I could feel her ass bones when I hit her. "Two, thank you," she cried out, in a hurry.

"Sorry, that was supposed to be number one; you didn't thank me for the first one, so now we have to start over."

"Migod! No, Mick!" SMACK! "One," she sobbed, "thank you!" And so it continued to number seven. She was crying and sobbing as hard as she had the day Sean left her. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I found the lotion on the floor where I had dropped it, and squirted some on her inflamed butt and massaged it in.

"Betty," I said softly. "A lot of what happened here today, is going to happen frequently, if not daily. Beth has given me permission to fuck you as I want to. If you want to have any say in how that happens, then when I tell you to do something, you do it the way I tell you to. 

"You obviously need to get used to doing that, so I'll give you a little slack, room for hesitation, and permission to ask questions. To get used to the idea, I have an exercise for you. Until you go to bed tonight, you will do whatever I tell you to do, and only what I tell you to do. With the exception of breathing, if you want or have to do anything, you must ask permission from me or Beth. Pissing, shitting, farting, eating, drinking, belching, sitting, standing, whatever. Unless one of us tells you to do it, you must ask permission. You will be allowed one slip. After that, each time you slip up, you will receive five spanks, starting the first time with my hand, then each subsequent time with something which will hurt more than the last time, up to and including a belt. 

"You can say yes, you accept and things will go on as described; or you can say no, pack up and leave. Those are your choices." She flipped over to look at me and started to speak. I interrupted her, "One more thing, when I fuck Beth, you will be expected, no, required to clean my cum from her cunt and ass."

She first looked horrified, then a lustful look crept into her eyes and on to her face. She nodded slowly. "Okay, I accept. May I get up now?"

I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, to her cunt. I could feel the heat and moisture four inches away from her swamp. I shook my head. "Not yet, it feels like this pussy needs some more attention. I'll have to invite some friends over some afternoon for a little gangbang fun. How does that sound?"

She smiled, but shook her head no. "If today was a sample of what you can do, you'll be more than enough. Where do you want me, in what position?"

By Labor Day we had settled into our respective roles. I was Betty's Master, Beth was my surrogate when I wasn't around, and Betty was our slave, in a fashion. She always had the option to say no, or to refuse to obey an order, or deny a request. She knew we would not force her to comply, but she also knew she would have to return to family in Chicago. She wasn't penniless. Sean had been sending her money she hadn't needed to spend, every week. A thousand dollars isn't much, but it would get her home with some to spare. 




My MIL Sex Slave



If she carried out an order incorrectly, or too slowly, or with a hostile or disrespectful attitude, she was punished, usually by spanking. On occasion, I am sure, she misbehaved purposely, whether for the spanking or the attention, I don't know. I do know that on those occasions, after the spanking, when I fucked her, she was on the brink of orgasm even as I entered her. Those were also the only times she would request that I do her ass.

My department head at school was an attractive fifty something blonde. She stopped by my office one day in early September to see how I had liked the evening summer course. I must have had a strange smile when I said it had worked out just fine. She looked at me strangely, waiting for me to go on. I had heard from some of my colleagues that Helen was fairly broad minded so I asked her to close the door and sit down. 

I told her what had happened in Chicago, and described our current living situation. When I finished telling her how I had had to discipline Betty last night, and after fucking Beth in the ass, had her clean Beth's butt of my cum, Helen had a mini-climax right there in my office. I kept a bottle of sherry in my desk, and poured her a glass.

"Migawd," she whispered. "I would almost sell my soul to experience having that kind of sexual power over someone. Just to know if you told them to do something, they were almost obligated to do it."

"It can be, how would you say it, empowering? That's not quite it, but close. But it also comes with a huge obligation, the person is totally dependent on you, very much like a pet, with all that implies." I cocked my head, looking at her. "Would you want to experience it for a few hours?"

"How?"

"Beth has a conference she has helped organize starting up Monday. She will be gone from Saturday noon 'til Wednesday evening. If you can get away, you'd be welcome to play with us the rest of the weekend."

Her face flushed and got that strained, pained look some women get when they come, and she folded over like she was having cramps. "Ohhh, shit," she moaned. When she straightened up, her eyes were bright with excitement. "I think this is the weekend my husband was planning on going fishing with his brother. Let me check. If it is, we have a date." She stood up and walked to the door, where she turned. "If it isn't, we still have a date. What time?" 

Beth walked out the door at noon, giving me a kiss and wishing me a good time with Betty and Helen. "Just be sure Helen doesn't abuse her too badly," were her parting words. At twelve-thirty, Helen knocked on the door. Betty had been told she was to be naked all weekend. I sent her to answer the door. She had not been told I was expecting a visitor for the weekend. When she opened her mouth to question my order, I simply raised my hand and looked at it, then back to her. She hurried to the door.

From where I was standing in the kitchen, I could see her and the door. The expression on Helen's face when Betty greeted her was priceless. Surprise, quickly followed by lust. She stepped in with her overnight bag, which she quickly dropped before embracing Betty. I don't know what she said to my MIL, but Betty turned to look at me with an expression of alarm. 

While Betty answered the door, I had shucked my shorts and jockeys. I went to join the ladies, and greeted Helen with a hug and generous helping of tongue. "You're overdressed," were my first words to her, answered by an amused grin.

"My husband wondered if this was just a ploy to see me naked. Sounds like he might have been right."

"I have to admit, he wasn't entirely wrong, but the impetus for the invitation was to let you satisfy your curiosity. 

"Betty, take Helen's bag to my bedroom, then come right back here. First, though, remove her clothing to take with you."

"M-master, m-m-may I ask a question?"

"Yes, if you must."

"D-d-does Beth know..."

"Yes, slave, she does. The last words she said before leaving was to be careful and not let Helen abuse you too badly. When you get back from the bedroom, that question, implying I would do something to hurt Beth, has earned you a spanking by Helen. Now do as you were told, or you'll get another one from me."

When Betty left to accomplish her chore, Helen confessed she had never spanked anyone, nor had she ever been spanked. I offered to give her a demonstration, and surprised her by pulling her down on my lap. The first blow was high on her rump, with the instruction to remember how it felt. The next one was a bit lower down, but well above her exposed pussy. The third blow was on her outside (away from me) cheek, right on the groin, quickly followed by the final one, positioned so that my fingers landed on her, now, prominent cunt lips. Each of the first three had been acknowledged with a loud gasp and "ooooo," but that last one was followed by a scream.

I turned Helen over and sent Betty, who had returned at the second blow, for some lotion, which I had her apply to the inflamed areas of Helen's butt. Almost as soon as Betty touched her, Helen was purring. I guided Betty's hand to Helen's lower lips and had her massage them vigorously. Helen was lying on the couch, and as soon as Betty took control of her own hand, it looked like she was screwing the couch, her hips were moving so fast. 

"Helen, I know this weekend was to let you experience being a slave master, but I think it will mean more to you if you are a slave for a while. I think I will make Betty your mistress until tomorrow morning. If I give her an order, she will have the option of having you carry it out or doing it herself, unless, of course, I tell her to have you do something. Do you agree?"

Helen's eyes moved back and forth between me and Betty, a look of absolute hunger on her face. Slowly she nodded. "I need a verbal response, slave!" Betty ordered, her voice harsher and more commanding than I had heard since she ordered Sean out of the apartment.

Helen blanched, then responded, "I agree."

Betty turned to me, and said, " The lowly bitch who will be my slave has agreed to Master's proposal. What do you want me to do with her, Master"

Betty's voice was strong, well above the soft whisper she normally used in the house, and when she referred to Helen, there was a definite disparaging tone to it. "First, Number one slave, you must remember that when you wake up tomorrow, your roles will be reversed, if only for a day or two." 

She grinned and nodded. "I know; I'm counting on it."

I blinked, and laughed. This might be more fun than I imagined. "My first command to you regarding your slave, she must be kept sexually aroused until we fall asleep tonight. Until I make her climax, she is not to come, not even a little bit. I will warn you, when I proposed this day to her, she had two mini-climaxes without any physical stimulation, so be prepared." 

Betty glanced at Helen, and when she saw the expression on her face, she excused herself to go to the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator open and some clinking sounds. In a few more seconds she was back, with a cotton dishtowel wrapped around something. She approached Helen and ordered her to lie on her back and open her legs. Before Helen was aware of what she was doing, Betty dropped the ice pack she had made on Helen's cunt. "You bitch," Helen screamed, sitting up and scooting away from the cold.

Betty looked at me. "She won't be coming anytime soon. When you and I are clear about what is to happen with her, I'll worry about her arousal."

"Fat chance of you arousing me, cow," growled Helen.

Betty looked at her over her shoulder. "That's two infractions calling for something more than spanking. Maybe a shower; golden, of course."

Helen's eyes widened as the meaning of her new Master's words sank in. "P-please, no. not that."

Betty looked at me, a smirk on her face. "Are you quitting already?" she asked, turning to Helen.

Helen closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and, sitting up straight, said, "Not on your rosy ass!" Betty and I both laughed.

"Betty, since our new slave is brand new to the game, I think we can cut her a little slack, just as I did for you at the beginning." I looked at Helen. "I think Betty will insist that enough slack has been used." She nodded. "Betty, is lunch ready?" I asked, looking back to her.

"Almost," she replied. "I have to set our guest's place, suitable for her status."

I cringed inside, wondering what she had planned. She went to the kitchen while I helped Helen to her feet. "Are you sure you're okay with this? If you want, we can stop now, have lunch and call you a cab..."

"Mistress," she called. "Your Master is addressing me? Do I have your permission to answer him?" The look in her eyes was one I had seen only once before, just before she tore one of the staff a new asshole in front of everyone.

"My apologies, Slave 1, I should have asked your permission before addressing your slave. It won't happen again."

"Do you still need to speak with the cunt, or did you get enough information?"

"I got the information I needed. What's for lunch?"

"For you, there's homemade cheddar soup, salad, and a ham sandwich. I'm just having soup and salad. The cunt is having just salad, under the table."

"Just salad, Slave 1?"

"Yes. When I inspected her, I came to the conclusion that her tits and ass are too big. Salad is all she needs. To make it more effective..."

"M-m-mistress?"

"Yes, slave," Betty replied, exasperation evident in her tone.

"Permission to speak?"

"Hurry, I am trying to give my master some important information."

"Ma'am, there is no dressing for my salad, and no fork with which to eat."

"You don't need the extra calories the dressing would add, and you haven't earned the privilege of a fork." Betty paused, a sly grin on her face. "Or your hands."

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for letting me know. I don't want to make any more mistakes."

"Good cunt. Now eat while Master and I discuss your fate." Betty grabbed a piece of scrap paper and a pen lying on the table. "I am so frigging wet right now. When do I get fucked?" she wrote. 

"Soon." I wrote. 

"Master," she said. "May I request a favor?" I cocked my head in reply. "You instructed me to keep my slave sexually aroused. Given her intractable attitude, it's fairly certain she will resist all my efforts. Thinking how to proceed, I remembered my own initiation and how stimulating and fulfilling it was. I was wondering if I could request your assistance in stimulating my bitch. In particular, when she is done with her lunch, and eating her dessert, I was thinking you could screw her ass."

There was a loud bump from under the table as it jumped an inch or so, nearly upsetting the drinks. "Did you wish to say some thing, cunt?" Betty asked.

"N-no, Ma'am."

"Good. You aren't supposed to hear when Master and I talk." She looked at me, laughter in her eyes.

"Dessert?" I asked. She looked into her lap, the message plain. "I think that would be possible. Although, instead of the way you were initiated, I think I want to prepare your slave a little while she starts on dessert. But why don't you use the toy you and Beth use? Wouldn't that be more satisfying for you?"

"It really is for my poor slave's benefit. Having been ass fucked by a real cock, and by a fake one, I can truly say, the real cock is better, and feels a whole lot better going in. Besides," she added with a grin, "you're much bigger."

There was a low moan from under the table. "Did you say something, cunt slave. I warned you about listening. Do I need to discipline you further?"

"N-no, mistress. M-may I go to the bathroom? M-my bladder needs to be emptied."

"Just your bladder?" Betty winked at me. "You may go, but be back in two minutes."

Helen scooted out from under the table and stood up, looked around then back at us, consternation in her face. "Uh, where..."

"Hurry, your time is quickly passing." Betty taunted her. I pointed to the door to the hall. Helen quickly ran down the hallway, opening doors until she found the right one. She made it back with a second to spare. "Spoilsport!" Betty said to me. She beckoned Helen to her and ordered her down on her knees, between Betty's.

As she explained to Helen what Helen was to do, I went in the fridge to get a stick of butter and split it. I let the heat from my hands soften the surface layer and smeared a small quantity on the middle finger of my right hand. I kneeled behind Helen, who by now was busy lapping her dessert out of Betty's snatch. 

As far as I knew, except for the few times I had performed a lingual assault on her pussy during her initiation, Helen was the first person to eat Betty's minge, and she was loving it. She had her fingers entwined in Helen's hair and had her face so tight to her vulva, I was surprised Helen could breathe.

I applied the soft butter to Helen's crinkly hole and smeared it around, then got some more. I massaged it and several more smears around and inside her puckered aperture. Every time I pushed in, she tried to pull away, shaking her head, causing great pleasure to Betty. 

In a fairly short period of time, I had worked two fingers, then a third two knuckles deep in Helen's ass. I pulled them out and positioned my greasy rod in the spot they vacated. Helen's head looked like she was giving a baby a raspberry on its tummy, she was shaking it so fast. Betty just held her there until I had the head of my cock buried in Helen's ass, then she let go of Helen's hair.

I had about three inches up Helen, five more to go. Although Betty had released her, Helen didn't move. It sounded like soft moans were coming from Betty's quim,. Then Helen pushed back onto my rod. I pulled back a half inch or so, then pushed forward again, and she pushed back harder. The result was three more inches in her butt. We repeated the action, and in a long second, my silky curlies were caressing her ass cheeks. She finally spoke, "W-wait just a minute. D-don't move yet, please."

Betty reached down to grab Helen's chin and turn her face up to hers. She bent down and kissed Helen on the lips, pushing her tongue between them. They remained that way for several seconds, Helen obviously participating. When they separated, Helen looked at Betty, lust in her eyes. "Thank you, Mistress, for allowing this worthless slave to experience such pleasure. Would you tell your Master he can fuck me now. I'm ready."

Betty nodded to me and I began to pump my rigidity in and out of Helen's sweet ass. In spite of Betty's claim at lunch time, Helen's ass and tits were only big in comparison to her own. Helen was about five-seven, 130 pounds, with a nice 34B rack, and 36 inch hips. She also had the little poochy tummy most women seem to develop at her age. 

As I pumped away, she began to get into the rhythm with me. As our tempo began to increase, Betty said, "Okay, that's enough! Master, please pull out of my slave's ass so she can clean your cock with her tongue. Slave, you heard your next task; get to it." Helen pulled forward and off my cock with a loud moan. From the shine on the inside of her thighs, I could see she was aroused. She turned around and, not hesitating, took me in her mouth, her tongue working its magic as she slid and sucked her way up and down my male rebar. 

Betty let the activity go on for five minutes or so, then ordered Helen off me. "Master, it's my job to see that you have a suitable climax. Lay down, please." I did, and she assumed the cowgirl position, and started the motion that brought her to a screaming climax just as I bathed her cervix, A-spot, G-spot and every other spot inside her pussy with cum. After she had rested a minute or so, she rolled off me, onto her back. "Clean us, slave, me first, so none of the Master's seed spills onto the floor."

Helen had her coming again in a few minutes, expelling her juice and my cum into Helen's mouth, who made a little face when she swallowed it. Betty sat up pushing Helen toward my prick. As Helen went down on me, Betty stood up. 

"With Master's permission, this slave needs to lie down and take a short nap; her new slave will do his bidding. She will answer to Master just as she does to me. If she misbehaves at all, Master may punish her as he sees fit."

I didn't know if Betty was really tired, tired of playing our game, or just wanted to give Helen and me the opportunity to check in. "Very well, Betty, you may go."

"Please, Master, be thinking about what you might want to do about dinner. We have chicken, pork tenderloin, sauce for pasta, or the makings for a quiche or frittata. Our new slave hasn't earned the privilege yet of dressing or sitting at the table, so going out isn't an option. but she may now use a fork," The way she said fork made it sound like 'fok,' making the statement a comical double entendre'.

"Thank you, Betty, I'll think about it. It's 2:30, will 3:30 be long enough?"

"Yes, Master, that will be fine. Thank you." with that, she turned and walked down the hall to her room.

"Shit!" exploded Helen. "Did you treat her like this at the beginning? I can't believe she stayed."

I glared at her. "Such disrespect and forwardness from a slave is unacceptable. Just because your mistress is out of the room does not give you leave to question her or her methods. 

"From the tenor of your remarks, I gather you feel the need for a time out."

Helen's expression was priceless. She was totally aghast at her breach of the game protocol. She was instantly on her knees, apologizing. "I am indeed sorry, Master. I made an assumption and acted on it without thinking. I am ready for what ever punishment you deem appropriate; but then, yes I think a time out would be beneficial."

"Very well. I will mete out to you the same punishment I gave Betty her first few days. A spanking," I paused for a long ten count, "followed by a boisterous fuck!"

Helen's eyes grew wide. I don't know if sex with me was something she had included in her considerations for the weekend, but it was something I had planned on, just not this early. I pulled her across my knee, forcing her legs apart. Each of the five blows landed either on her, now supersensitive, pucker or her vulva. When I was done, I checked her pussy. Like Betty, the spanking had left her with a swamp between her legs.

I pushed her off and turned her to face me. I pulled her to straddle my legs and sat her down so my prick invaded her quim. As I entered her, I watched her eyes widen with hunger. She moaned, "Christ, you're huge. If he was able, I'd never even feel my husband in there again." 

I started rocking so I was fucking her. In a few seconds, she began raising and lowering herself on my staff. I stopped moving, letting her do the work. Since I had just come a few minutes ago, I figured we were going to be doing this for awhile. It didn't take Helen long, though. The two hours and some she had been here had been hard on her libido. 

She was pistoning away on me when, all of a sudden, she grabbed me around the neck and buried her face in my shoulder. She tightened all her muscles, and I mean all, and held them like that, not moving, not breathing; I'm not even sure her heart was beating, for several seconds. Then she just collapsed and sat back down on my prick, driving it all the way to the end of her sheath. She grunted a little with the pain, but didn't move.

After she had rested a minute or so, I started rocking again, thrusting up into her. She raised her head, a puzzled expression on her face. Then realization and a big grin as she started again. We repeated the sequence three times before I bathed her inner walls. I held her close while my dick deflated and fell out of her. She got up and staggered to the bathroom. When she returned, she had a washcloth to use on me. "You said we'd have a time out. Today was the first time I have ever cleaned a cock after having sex. It's not bad, but not something I'll probably ever do voluntarily."




My MIL Sex Slave



I stood up and put my arm around her waist and led her to the den. We sat on the couch, close, but not quite touching. "You have some questions?"

"Mmhmm. The ones I asked earlier--did you really do to her what she has done to me; and if you did, why did she stay?"

"Mostly, and she doesn't have any better place to go. Here, all her needs are met, she's wanted, and has a purpose, as far as she is concerned. Others might not see it her way, but, to her, that doesn't matter."

"Mostly?"

"I never used an ice pack on her."

"Shit, I forgot that. It was effective, I must admit. I was so close listening to you two, and you remember how easily I can come from the other day. I had to concentrate so hard when you were getting my butt ready it was almost impossible. I was concentrating on making Betty come and she wouldn't. I could feel her pulling away. She really is something else. 

"I don't really know how I expected this weekend to happen, but nothing that has happened today was remotely on my radar, except maybe sex with you. I realized that was a possibility, but not a probability, if you get my drift."

"I understand. For me it was a hope. I figured from your comment that you would probably have Betty perform some sex act on you or with you. I figured there might be a chance for me to join in then."

"I hadn't really thought about what I might ask of her. When I saw her naked at the door, that was about where my fantasy ended. Will she really do whatever I tell her to do?"

"If it is physically possible, and won't harm or disfigure her, or put her in peril. I won't let you send her out to pick up a bunch of men to bring back for a gang bang. Or a bunch of women either. But anything the three of us can do..."

"I have a strap on in my bag. I could put it on and have her submit to dp by the two of us and she'd do it?" I nodded. "Double fisting?"

"That'd probably put her out of commission for the rest of the day. She doesn't recover as fast as the young women you see in the porn movies."

"How old is she?"

"'Bout your age, early 50's."

"Is there something you've wanted to do with her, but for some reason haven't yet?"

"Nothing you can make happen. Her husband is a real asshole of the first water. I would love to do a round robin fuck on her with him watching but unable to participate, "

"Round Robin?"

"Mouth, pussy, mouth, ass, mouth."

"So, between girls, it would go 69, pussy to pussy, 69, rims, and back to 69. Hmm, possibilities. I'll have to think of a way to combine them for a three way. She leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you for helping me live out a fantasy. This is one which is way better than I imagined. What time is it? It must be close to time for me to go wake my Mistress." She paused for a second. "Have you already planned tonight's sleeping arrangements? I know that there is a role switch overnight. How does that work?"

"We're all going to sleep in one bed. Betty and I will pleasure you until you tell us to stop. In the morning, Betty will be up ahead of us to make coffee. When you get up, you will have the same privileges as Beth. She is my surrogate, and is obeyed in everything, just as if I were giving instructions or orders, including any sexual favor she might request. Some times she prefers a woman's tongue during oral sex, so Betty does that for Beth to get her ready for me."

"Damn, you've got me flowing like a frigging river! If I wake Betty with oral sex, will she return the favor?"

"Don't know. It 's worth a try. If you're not out in a few minutes, I might come back and join you. She's in the last room down the bathroom hallway. Can I ask a question?"

"As Master, you can ask anything, and I must answer truthfully, right?"

"In general. This is personal, but not about you, so technically out of the game protocol. When I pulled you onto my lap, you made a reference to your husband, implying he suffered from ED. Is that true?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Is there a physical cause?"

"It's a combination of things. He has diabetes and high blood pressure. Complicating that, he suffers from neuropathy in his legs, and they think it is affecting the nerves controlling the muscles in his pelvic area. There are also indications of plaque build up in his arteries which is probably affecting circulation in his abdomen. 

"Were you thinking a change of partner might help? We've tried that, with and without me present; we've tried pills, pumps, cockrings, just about everything it made sense to try, given his age. 

"He was more cognizant of the possibility of you and I having sex than I was. When I left, he told me to have fun, and to not worry about him. Just to enjoy myself, what ever happened."

"And have you?"

She smiled and went to lick Betty to wakefulness. They didn't come out of the bedroom. The squeals, screams, moans, groans, growls and such which did let me know I wasn't needed. I used the next few hours to catch up on some grading which needed doing. About seven, I called and ordered some Chinese. 

The back bedroom had grown quiet. When I knocked to announce dinner, the only response was a soft moan. I opened the door and was nearly overcome with the smell of pussy. They were lying in the 69 position, asleep. I grabbed a spare blanket to put over them, but as I started to spread it out, I noticed the bed was soaked where they were lying. Betty was closest to me, so I picked her up and carried her to my bed, then returned to get Helen. She was stirring, starting to wake. 

She quickly became aware of the state of the bed, and first looked disgusted, then chagrined, then she blushed. "I guess we got a little carried away, huh. Where's Betty?"

"I put her on my bed, which is what I was going to do with you, unless you want some dinner. I ordered some mu shi pork and orange beef from Li Wong."

"Bless you; I could eat all of both, I think. With Frank, I never was aware of being hungry after making love. But then, I never came so much. You guys are such wimps after you come. If he came more than twice a night, it was practically a bank holiday. Tell me true, what's your record, and what's your usual frequency of coming."

"My record, with my first wife, on my birthday weekend before we were married, from eight on Friday evening 'til five Monday morning, I came 40 times, full blown ejaculations. My usual, now with both Beth and Betty, four or five times a night, plus at least once with each of them alone."

"You're shitting me; you want me to believe you come six or seven times a day, every day?" She looked at me like I had two heads, two more heads, that is.

"Count for yourself. I did both Beth and Betty this morning when we woke up; you can check with Betty. Then Beth just before she left. And Betty when she came to lie down, and you right after that. That's five, and there's a lot of the day left, if you two are up to it."

"Ask me after I have something to eat. I wouldn't want you to have any short comings on my account." Realizing what she had said, she laughed. "Not that I've noticed any. Short comings."

Sunday morning, around nine, I woke with Betty moaning on my cock while her new Mistress worked over her pussy with tongue and fingers. Between the sucking, tonguing and vibrations from the moans, it wasn't long before I was wide awake and erupting down her gullet.

As soon as that happened, she backed off to collect a mouthful, which she immediately turned and fed to Helen, who, after she swallowed, turned to me and shrugged her shoulders. "I developed a taste for it; it was probably more the thought than the actual taste, and with all the practice you two forced on me last night, I guess I got used to it." 

Betty had joined us for dinner last night, then we adjourned to my bedroom where Helen did her best to keep me coming. I came in every hole I could fit into before we all fell asleep. What's the line from that movie Little Big Man--"it was a marvelous copulation." It sure as hell was.

Helen slapped Betty on the ass. "Go make coffee, slave. Our master and I have some things to talk about."

I looked at Helen. "Uh, you're not my slave today. You are a surrogate master for Betty." I swung my legs over the side of the bed to get up. 

She grabbed me and pushed me back onto the bed, then straddled my hips. "Not 'til you've properly attended to your other slave. You came for my slave, now you have to come for me, too."

"But you aren't..."

"Yesterday, you said my role and Betty's would be reversed. She was a slave, in charge of a slave. That makes me your slave, in charge of Betty." She leaned down and took my ear lobe in her teeth. Without releasing it, she growled, "If you want a harmonious house today, fuck the bejesus out of me, now. I have to leave around five, and I'm going to see that you set a new record for personal best today or wear out my cunt trying."

Knowing when to gracefully yield has earned me the reputation of being someone who knows how to get things done. I slipped my boner into the waiting fen under her mons veneris to the accompaniment of a soft moan. "Damn, you feel good in there. How is Beth about sharing?"

"As long as she stays satisfied, and I don't mind her occasional dalliances, she will tolerate some sharing, but she has to hear about it from me, before it happens, or immediately afterward if it was a spontaneous fuck. It was her suggestion for me to take Betty, and she also gave me the green light to do her little sister. I know she had lovers before me, and while we were dating. She told me about them. But there haven't been any since we married. One of the reasons I come so often, to keep her satisfied."

"And if I make keeping me satisfied part of your performance appraisal, how would she react?"

"She'd tell me to go ahead and fuck you, if I want to, and to look for a new job; in fact, she'd insist I find a new job. She won't tolerate even a suggestion of coercion from any one at any level on the job. When she's around, don't even joke about it. She has alluded to something in her past, but she won't talk about it, even with me, and noone in her family knows anything."

Helen had been posting on my rod during this discussion. Toward the end, I recognized the signs of her build up to orgasm and increased the force and tempo of my upward thrusts. When she started to tense up I pulled her down on my chest and rolled over, into the missionary position and re-commenced with the same force and speed. 

In a few minutes she was in rigor, shaking like she was having a fit uttering "ohohohohohohohohoho!" Suddenly she collapsed and her arms and legs wrapped around me so tight there wasn't room for a cigarette paper between us. "Oh god, that was good! Come in me baby, come on give it to me, squirt in me fuck my cunt and come in me do it baby come in me come in momma do it baby comeon come comeonsqiurtinmebaby fuckyour mommadoit nownowownownow! Yesssssssss! Good baby so good baby so good!" 

I had come and sprayed my essence all over the inside of her sheath, then collapsed on her breasts. She still had me wrapped in her arms and legs, and was rubbing my back as she soothed me. When she felt my breathing normalize, she released me, and I rolled off her, pulling her into my shoulder. "Betty, pet," she called. "Our master needs your attention, as do I. Come now, hurry."

Betty came and cleaned us with her tongue, as she had been trained to do. As a reward for dedicated service, while she cleaned me, Helen attended to her minge so that Betty was coming at the same time I was coating her tonsils. Helen grinned. "That's three more, for a total of 14 in 24 hours, minus eight for sleeping, so it's like 16 hours of sex."

I groaned. "Slave, I was in my mid-twenties when that weekend happened, and perpetually horny. Before that weekend, I hadn't fucked for two weeks, and my fiancé hadn't had sex for nearly a month, except by mouth or fingers. In order for me to beat the hourly rate, which is what you're after, isn't it?" She nodded. "Then you need to make me come every half hour from now until you leave, and brave soldier that he is, Bear, Jr., just isn't up to that anymore." 

Helen sat back on her heels and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, except her laughing eyes gave witness to her silent mirth. "Spoilsport! Now what are Betty and I supposed to do with ourselves?"

I looked at her, head cocked, half laughing. "Why are you here?"

She reached out and caressed Betty's ass. "Anything I want?"

"Anything she can physically do without endangering her; permanently scarring her, physically or emotionally; or injuring her. That leaves a lot of wiggle room, and she's game for almost anything outside of those limits."

"Almost?"

"Other than cleaning me following anal intercourse, we have agreed to exclude coprophagia and coprophilia from her duties and experiences, along with drinking urine. Yesterday, you were asking about rimming. She has the right to require you to allow her to wash you first, and to give you an enema. You don't have to agree, and she can refuse without losing her status." 

"If I agree to her ministrations, she has to comply? If I comply, can I require the same conditions?"

"Since Beth and I have never felt the need to test those limits, you'll have to negotiate with Betty directly." I saw Helen's hand disappear between Betty's legs. Betty gave a low moan; Helen smiled broadly.

"My slave has been a naughty girl. She's been listening to us talk, haven't you slave?"

Betty moaned again, making me wonder what Helen's hand was up to, then nodded, my cock still in her mouth. I saw Helen's arm flex backward as Betty let out a soft grunt as she was pulled backward, I was to learn, by Helen's fingers in her pussy, and Helen's thumb in her ass.

"Come, slave. It is time for us to shower. Master slug -a-bed can make himself some toast until we are done."

Betty looked at me, the question plain in her eyes. I sat up and took her face in my hands, then kissed her lips softly. "It's entirely up to you right now. You can say yes and have a new experience, or say no without any consequences. For the first time since you came to live with us, you have to make a decision about your future," I told her, emphasizing the final you and your. 

She looked frightened for a few seconds, then the expression I had seen yesterday on her face re-appeared. She looked over her shoulder at Helen. "We clean both of us, inside and out?" Helen nodded. "Well then, get your fucking hand out of my ass so we can get started."

They went to the shower. I went to the kitchen and got some coffee and toast. I heard a lot of giggling, squealing, splashing, grunting, and laughing, a hell of a lot of laughing. What's funny about someone shitting, can you tell me?

After my toast, I went to get the Sunday paper in the foyer, and returned to read it in the living room. When I got back the girls were 69ing on the couch. 

It was about noon. Suddenly, the door opened and Beth walked in. 

Betty was on top of Helen, her face buried in Helen's snatch; Helen's face was just visible between Betty's thighs. Both were as naked as a Thanksgiving turkey, as was I, sitting in the easy chair across the room from the door.

Beth glanced at all of us, then smiled. "I had a few hours free, so I thought I'd come home and see how things were going. Hi, you must be Helen. I'm Beth, Mick's wife, daughter to your lunch. Doesn't she munch well. I just love it when she goes down on me. Hey, Mom, don't let me interrupt you," she finished, swatting Betty on the ass. 

She turned to me, "I hope you're up for me. I've been thinking about all the shenanigans you three have been up to since I left. I bet you've fucked a dozen times already and I haven't even had time to get myself off."

She pulled up her skirt to reveal her furry commando quim. Straddling me, she took hold of my inflating cock and gave it some encouragement. When it was hard enough, she reacquainted it with her lady and started to slowly move in a circle, a slomo version of the Tahitian hula, gradually building up steam and speed until she climaxed.

"Holy shit!" I heard Helen say. "I've never seen anything like that. That was fantastic!"

Beth was leaning against my chest, catching her breath, hmmm-ing as she did. She lifted her head to look into my eyes. "We did good, Bear. Now the edge is off, want to go to the bedroom, or do we put on another show?"

"Without getting up, can you maneuver your legs over my shoulders?"

She just grinned and rocked back and forth a few times, and there she was--sitting on my cock, her legs against my chest, my arms around her, my legs folded campfire style. Even in the armchair, I had enough leeway so I could raise and lower my legs a couple of inches. It made for a slow fuck, a long slow comfortable fuck with lots of kissing and tit playing and sucking.

When she started to get close, I added some clit caresses. In this position, it is nearly impossible for me to ejaculate, but I can still get the sensation of climaxing. And I did, at least twice.

Beth says when she comes like this, it is different than in other positions. She says usually, it is an explosive feeling, like everything is going off all at the same time. In this position, it's like she's being filled with something warm and it spills over her, running down her body to concentrate where we join, then it just slowly expands until she can't bear it anymore, and it seems to go POP, like a champagne cork.

She had collapsed against me again, almost as if she were asleep. I heard her murmur something, and asked her what she had said. "I asked why don't we do it this way more often. It always feels so good afterward. Mm, Bear, I love you so. Can I stay home and play with you today?" She nuzzled into my neck, and in an instant was asleep.

I heard a sob and looked at the couch. Both the women were tearing up. "God, Mick, that was beautiful. No fucking wonder she loves you so much," said Betty, her voice thick with emotion. Helen simply nodded her agreement. 

"C'mon, Betty. Let's get dressed. After that, nothing we can do will feel as good as it should."

They left to clean up and dress. I held Beth until the little Bear slipped out of her quim, then I turned her so she sat across my lap, and in the process woke her. She smiled and kissed me. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?" she asked. 

I nodded. "About as much as I love you."

"More," she said. I raised an eyebrow. "Look who I let you play with when I'm not around," she replied with a smile. "And you can still fill me with happiness." She shimmied on my lap. "You didn't come?"

"I climaxed, three times. I just didn't ejaculate; it happens like that when we make love in that position, unless I'm on a real soft cushion, like the bed pillows."

She nodded, remembering. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." She paused. "I might be home later Wednesday than I originally planned. Greg and Roger want to meet directly following the conference for a committee wrap up while everything is still fresh. I might not get home 'til Thursday."

Although the two guys she mentioned were not officially connected to my school, with the number of female faculty we had, I had heard several rumors, none flattering. I pulled Beth close. "You know if it is something you really want to do, I don't object. Just be sure it is what you want. Your committee fellows have a reputation for not taking no as an answer, even when they can't force a yes."

"Who..."

"One of the secretaries in the Dean's office heard me talking about your conference and the people you were working with. She told me about the rumors she had heard. A day or two later, two other women approached me and told me similar tales of women being found tied to the bed by the hotel maids. No one ever reported the incidents, I guess, because they were too embarrassed or were married. I didn't say anything because I didn't see any opportunity for them, until now. Just be careful, okay?"




My MIL Sex Slave



She nodded, a sober look on her face. It was quickly replaced with a look I had seen often in our almost four years together. It didn't bode well for her conference colleagues. She got up and went to change her skirt and clean up a little. When she got back, Helen and Betty were with me in the living room. "Helen, it's nice to meet you, especially under these strange circumstances. Do come back sometime when I can join your playtime," she said, giving her a warm hug. Then she gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll be okay," she said to me as she kissed me goodbye. "I'll be home as planned." 

Helen, Betty and I had a pleasant conversation, answering Helen's questions about Betty's status and life. As the time for Helen to leave grew near, she asked Betty, "I don't suppose I could convince you to come live with my husband and me, could I?"

"Why, and why not?" she replied.

"Hmmph, same answer to both questions. My husband is impotent. It would be just us girls, with him watching on occasion."

Betty smiled, sadly. "Sorry, love. Much as I enjoyed being with you, I need Mick's hard tool for real satisfaction. In spite of my husband's vile temper and inconsiderate nature, I still love him and will probably rejoin him sometime, and when I do, I'll wind up grieving for Mick's wonder rod. Still, that doesn't preclude visits and overnights. You know you're always welcome here, by me anyhow; and I'm sure Mick will let me out for a day to visit you." she finished, looking at me.

I nodded. "You know, Helen, Frank might not be as impotent as you think. From what you told me, he may still be able to ejaculate. It will take more stimulation, over a longer time, and his refractory time may be days, if not weeks. With regular stimulation, in combination with some of the other remedies, he might be able to sustain an erection long enough to make love occasionally. Start with a lot of kissing and manual stimulation, then, when he starts to feel stimulated, switch to oral without warning him. Since you haven't done it for him often, the surprise may help trigger his climax."

I could see the wheels turning, resulting in a big grin. "Even if it doesn't work, I'll be able to share some of the fun from this weekend. That will be the important thing."

After she left, I didn't see Helen until late Tuesday afternoon. We were passing in the corridor when she stopped me. "Hi, Bear. Frank wanted me to say thank you for your suggestion. You were right about the initial stages. We'll tackle the rest as they come. He suggested we invite you, Beth and Betty for dinner some time soon. Should I call Beth?"

I smiled and nodded, and went on my way.

Helen and Frank became good friends. A year after our first dinner, he had a hydraulic penile implant. He was then able to fully join in our after dinner games.

Beth got home as scheduled Wednesday evening, maybe a little earlier than planned. All she said about what had transpired was that the two jerks had made the mistake of trying to drag her to the elevator just as the final sessions were breaking up, and were now in jail, awaiting arraignment on charges of attempted kidnapping.

Betty's divorce was granted in early January, to become final and official on June 30, if there was no reconciliation. When Sean decided she wasn't going to return until he made some changes, he took advantage of his GI benefits and sought counseling. 

He dried out and got some anger management help. By Spring, he and Betty were talking on the phone without either of them blowing up. Betty commented that he seemed like a changed person, more subdued. He called and asked if he could come see us Memorial Day weekend.

He drove, and when he got to the outskirts of town, he called to let us know he'd be there soon. Betty started pacing up and down the living room. As the time for Sean to appear got close, she pulled a kitchen chair in to the living room, then went and got what looked like a gym bag from her room, and hid it behind the easy chair,

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Betty disappeared into the kitchen, pulling Beth with her. I answered the door and let Sean in, then called to Betty, telling her he was here. She appeared in the kitchen door, eyed him, up and down, then directed him to sit in the kitchen chair. Then she got her gym bag and walked behind him. When he started to turn to watch her, she ordered him to be quiet, look forward, and sit still until she was done.

In a trice, she had him handcuffed and secured to the chair such that if he tried to stand, the chair went with him. She went around to the front of him and opened his pants, undoing the belt and waist button, then unzipping him. He started to open his mouth to say something, but she just put her hand over it, shushing him. 

"You told me once, not so long ago, I wasn't any fun in bed. Well, I'm going to show you just how much fun I can be, and if you're lucky, if you are very lucky, and a good boy, then you just might have a chance to join me in that demonstration, if you are both good and lucky. Then when I'm done, if you still want to talk, we'll go somewhere where we can talk in private."

With that, in front of Beth, Sean and me, she began a strip tease which would have rivaled the best of the burlesque queens. Shit, for a skinny assed mother in her early fifties, that bitch had some moves. She had me hard, and Beth was backing into me, rubbing her ass against Little Bear like it was going to be outlawed tomorrow.

Soon, Betty was naked, and I do mean naked--she had shaved her pussy that morning. She bent over poor Sean, his cock standing up out of his groin, rubbing her tits in his face. Then she turned and started giving him a lap dance, warning him not to come or she was done. After about five minutes of that, she came over and grabbed me, pulling me into her dance area.

She started on my shirt, pulling it over my head, then my pants went. Soon I was down to my socks and curlies. She laid down on the floor and said, "Mick, come fuck the shit out of your mother!" I looked at Beth, who nodded. 

With a glance at Sean, I dropped to my knees straddling Betty's chest. She grinned as she grabbed my cock and started treating it like a lollipop, then a popsicle. I heard Sean moan, "Oh, shit." When she had it good and slick, she ordered me to put it where it belonged. I backed down her body until I was past her hips, then I flipped her over and pulled her to her hands and knees, to fuck her doggie style. 

We were going great guns when she looked back to me and asked me to stop. Without separating us, she moved around so she faced Sean, close enough to rest her chin on his knees. "How you doing, sweetie?" she asked. "Do you need some relief? Would you like to be in Mick's place?" When he nodded, she replied, "tsk, tsk, tsk. We'll see." 

Then she stretched her head forward and deep throated the bastard, shaking her ass to signal me to begin again. Sean's groan came from his toes, I swear. When Betty pulled off his cock and warned him not to come, I thought the son of a bitch was going to have a heart attack! Then, as calm as you please, Betty turned to me and said, "Now, Mick, if you would be so kind, fuck my ass."

That did it for Sean. His broadside caught Betty on the side of the face, in her hair, across her tits, and even on my chest.

She turned to him, saying, "Oh, Sean! What have you done? I warned you, now you'll have to be punished, but not yet. Mick, what are you waiting for? Get that cock in my ass, now!" I did, to her moans and groans. "Unhh, yesss! Oh, that feels so fucking good, Sean. You must try it before you leave today, I insist. Having a cock up your ass feels so fucking good." Sean's expression was almost pure terror, mixed with a good helping of disbelief. Who the fuck was this woman who looked like his wife? 

Soon, I could feel Betty's orgasm building. Her breathing was becoming ragged, her movements chaotic, her vocalizations limited to uh's, ah's and oh's. When she did come, she pulled herself back to Sean's cock and swallowed him again. He tensed up, then grunted, his hips thrusting his cock into Betty's throat at least four times. 

When they were done, Betty looked back at me, asking if I had come. I shook my head. She grinned. "Unfasten my guest, please, and put the other cuffs on him, with the chain behind his back. Then, if you would, help him lay on the floor." After giving me my instructions, she left the room, and in a few minutes, we heard the toilet flush. By the time she was back, Sean was in position.

"What the fuck is she up to?" he whispered frantically, as soon as she was out of the room.

"I don't have a clue, do you, Beth?" I replied, looking at her. Sean followed my gaze, and it was like he just then became aware she was in the room.

"Omigod, Beth!" His hard-on wilted like a flower in the desert sun. "Damn, baby, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to see us like this.

"Your ma must have gone loco! What is she doing, Beth? Can you explain it?"

"I think she did, Dad. Last year, the day you two separated, you told her you didn't think she was any good in bed. She has spent the time since then finding new ways to find fun in bed. She's showing you what she learned, and what you are going to have to be able to do to keep up with her. I only hope you're up to what she has planned."

"What who has planned?" asked Betty coming back into the living room. She walked over to me and started stroking my cock. "Daughter, dear, I should have asked you first, but do you mind if I borrow your husband's cock for a little while, to show my guest some of my new found skills?"

"Why, Momma," Beth replied, in a very broad, very fake southern accent, "y'all know I all-ways sha-yre with mah fam-i-ly. It is ree-ally up to mah dee-ar, dee-ar huzz-band if he wa-nts to fuck his mother. Ah suh-jest you suck him off a-ynd a-ysk him. Ah i-maj-jun he will co-op-per-rate, he 's horny as a billy goat, 'cuz we di'n't get to fuck this mornin'." She laughed, and in her normal voice continued, "Besides, he's never refused you, has he?"

"No, but it was impolite of me to just grab him like that." She looked up at me. "So, Mick, are you up for a little fun so I can show Sean what I expect from him if he comes back to me."

I heard Sean's intake of air when he heard that. Betty had stolen the shoe and put it on the other foot. Instead of seeing if Betty wanted to come back to him, he now had to prove he was worthy of coming back to her.

"Whatcha wanna do, Cougar?" I asked her.

"Remember that way you fucked Beth while Helen and I watched, with her sitting on your lap and her legs around her neck? I'd like to try that first, and then, if Sean is up, dp."

"Your wish..." I said, settling into the easy chair. She hadn't come but the one time today, and was primed for lots more. She had also abstained from any kind of sex yesterday to be ready for today and Sean. We got her settled on my cock and lap, then I started flexing my leg muscles. I added some nipple play, digital and oral, and a lot of clit massage to what I had done with Beth, so Betty came early and often in the thirty minutes she was impaled on my rod. 

Beth had to help her off me, and support her while circulation to her legs was re-established. "You okay, Ma?" she asked, glaring at me, and laughing at the same time.

Betty laughed. "Better than okay, sweet. Damn, no wonder you like it that way. Sean, were you watching? If I take you back, we have to do it like that at least once a week, three times would be better, seven times, ideal," she said, winking at Beth so I could see, but not Sean, who meekly agreed to try to meet her needs for that kind of sex.

She walked over and straddled his head, then sank to her knees, presenting her well fucked, but still clean pussy to him for homage. "You know, Sean, in over 30 years of marriage, you never offered to kiss my cunt. You forced me once to suck you off until you came in my mouth, and when I vomited from being gagged by your dick, you beat me. 

"Well, if you want to come back, you'll find pussy on your menu, every day. If you do a good job, and you will have to learn by doing what that is, then I might return the favor. Might! What, you waiting for permission or something; get licking!"

As Sean got into his job, Betty called me over. "Give me his legs." I lifted Sean's legs and pushed them into Betty's hands. She pulled his pants and shorts below his knees. "There's some lotion in my bag. Grab it." while I got the lotion, I saw her adjust her position so her calves were behind Sean's head, his heels behind and under her arms. She took the lotion and poured a healthy dollop on his asshole, then leaned forward to rub it in.

He must have made some form of objection. "You bite me, Sean McPherson, and you can say goodbye to your balls, because I'll shove them so far up your ass you won't be able to shit for a month." he evidently believed her, for soon she gave a little ass shimmy to settle back down on his mouth. She tossed me the lotion, using 'the' hand motion to indicate I should lube myself up.

When I was prepared, she motioned for me to get into position. "Sean, remember when you came all over me, and I said you needed to be punished. It's time. And remember when I said you needed to know how good a cock up your ass felt. It's time for that too." Sean started trying to wriggle out from under her, and throw her off his face, but her grip with her legs was too strong. I was lined up, and on her signal, thrust home. 

Even muffled by Betty's vulva, it was a horrible scream--God forgive me for stealing another man's manhood, taking away his sense of inviolable sexuality and superiority. From this day going forward, Sean would have the knowledge of how a victim of rape felt. Worse, with the prostatic massage, it wasn't long before he was spouting cum all over himself and Betty. His pained and painful "Noooo!" when it happened was proof that it had been the ultimate in degradation, being forced to climax while being raped. 

When he was done spouting, Betty motioned me to back off, even though I hadn't come yet. She lay down beside him, giving Beth and me the signal to exit. Sean was curled up in the fetal position, sobbing. As I walked past, I heard her say, "Now you know how I felt."

Beth and I busied ourselves putting together a light supper, soup and sandwiches. Sean's sobs had long since subsided to inaudible if they were still happening. After twenty minutes or so, Betty called, "Mick, one last favor."

We returned to the living room. Sean was still on the floor, but the cuffs were gone. He was on his back, Betty on hers, on top of him, as much of his seven inch cock in her ass as they could get, given the position. "It's time for the dp," Betty said.

"Like this? Are you sure?" I wasn't, it looked hellish uncomfortable for both of them and would be difficult for me to achieve any penetration. "You want Sean in the back?" She nodded. I pulled her off and rolled her onto her side, Sean's right leg under her waist and hip. He was able to enter her, with his left foot flat on the floor. That gave me just enough room to work my way into her pussy and fuck her. It's not the best position for dp, but unless the guy on the bottom has a gigantically long cock, better than the one they were planning on.

It didn't take too long before we were all coming, not together. Betty was last, I was first but managed to maintain my erection long enough (hard enough) to help the others get there.

Sean had always resented me a little. I put it off to taking away his little girl and making her a woman. I think there is some of that between all fathers and their sons. Then, my being present at the debacle last summer, and taking Betty away from his house added more. 

Fucking Betty in front of him, pussy, ass, and mouth, raping his ass and coordinating the dp, all just pushed that resentment to the point where he was beginning to resemble Mt. St. Helen's. I was totally floored by his utter collapse when Betty forced him to suck me clean. It was the aftermath of the ass rape times ten. It was probably only the fact that she was doing him at the same time that allowed him to survive the experience. 

After we ate they went off to a motel somewhere on the North side and didn't return until Tuesday evening. They had reconciled, and Sean offered his hand in friendship to me. It took us a couple of days to get them packed up and sent off, but it happened without incident. Betty asked for another dp the day they left. Sean was on the bottom this time, too, but his seven inches was in her pussy. I had that sweet bony ass one last time.

As they pulled away from the curb, we heard our phone ringing inside. The answering machine took the call, from Susie, wanting to visit. Her boyfriend was getting nasty.