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Accidental Cuckold

By: gonzi2



My wife Carol’s 39, I’m Ken her 61year old husband, we’d been married for 21 years and I’d been her first and only sexual partner. I’d had a vasectomy after our daughter and two sons were born because we couldn’t afford to support any more at that time. 

Our youngest had just gone away to university leaving none of our children at home. Because the home was now so empty when I was working away Carol became broody and persuaded me to have my vasectomy reversed so I could make her pregnant again. After all she reasoned we now had plenty of money to pay for a second generation of family. 

I had the reversal operation but unfortunately it wasn’t successful. Carol was upset about this and getting more and more broody, picking up neighbours babies and cuddling them with a far away look in her eyes. So I suggested introducing roll play into our sex lives to keep her mind occupied. I pretended to be a series of other men who were seducing or raping Carol to impregnate her. 

I did this, as I was worried she’d take a lover to do the deed; even though she assured me she loved only me and would never do that. Though I jealously wanted to be the only one to have sex with her, despite myself I was surprised when my cock got hard thinking about another man shagging my wife. 

We started by doing our sexual role-playing in our bedroom with her screaming to the supposed seducer to impregnate her with his seed. While we were acting our fantasies out it made me think about her being taken by other men, but I didn’t tell her how sexy it made me feel. 

We eventually got more adventurous, going into the local woods and having our role-playing sex sessions on a blanket under the sun. Initially we were furtive in case someone else was around. Over time we got bolder and used the idea of someone watching us shagging to turn us both on. 

One hot August day we were well into our roll playing sex in a clearing in the woods when Carol started screaming to be impregnated at the top of her voice. While she was shouting her demands to be made pregnant I became aware that a man was watching us from up a tree.

I realized it was exciting me knowing we were being watched having sex and told Carol a voyeur was there. To my surprise she didn’t grab her clothes and cover up. Instead she told me she’d seen the man climb into the tree and it was making her extremely randy hence the loud screaming. 

Don the guy watching the sex action was eighteen but looked thirteen because he had such a baby face and was also skinny and small in stature. He was upset that because he looked so young he couldn’t get a drink in a pub or girls to take him seriously as they looked so much more grown up and sophisticated than he did. 

Because of this he was still a virgin, he’d never even seen a female naked, only images in magazines. He was desperate to do a girl but could get nowhere with them. 

He’d thought about going to a prostitute but had no money or real inclination for paid sex. He desperately wanted some affection when his seed was spent into her hole. 

Suddenly my wife and I saw the branch the watcher was standing on brake and him tumbling into the clearing near us. As he fell he hit his head on a rock and knocked himself out.

We rushed naked up to the fallen male and noted he was just a small skinny rather feminine looking blonde blue-eyed boy. He was still breathing and because his running shorts were round his ankles we could see his still erect small thin cock. 

I carried him over to our blanket where Carol cuddled him to her still naked 38ee breasts. Then she surprised me by reaching tentatively to feel his cock. 

When she realized I wasn’t going to stop her, she started to caress the boy’s penis until she was wanking him strongly. While she was doing this I noticed she’d opened her legs wide and I could see her cunt lips were swollen and damp with the eroticism of the situation. I was also very hard, it seems my voyeuristic streak wasn’t just daydreaming. “I think he’s about to cum,” Carol gasped excitedly, “what a wonderful accident!”

Suddenly the youth woke with a start and probably thinking he was in trouble with me wrenched himself from Carols grasp. But he’d forgotten his shorts were around his knees and he accidentally fell forward onto Carol. 

As he did so his manually manipulated stiff cock went strait up my wife’s cunt. In his ultra aroused state I saw his buttocks twitching as he immediately spewed his potent seed strait into her womb. 

I was shocked at the speed this had happened and appalled, especially as she wasn’t using contraception and it was her most fertile time of the month. I was numb, my wife had only her second man’s cock in her pussy and this young lad was probably impregnating her at this very moment.  

Carol looked confused as if she’d been violated against her wishes but also knew it wasn’t rape. Then it also struck her she was unprotected and the thought of being impregnated gave her a thrill, this was what she wanted after all wasn’t it? She looked at me and noticed my cock was hard so realized before I did that I was aroused by the situation.  

The boy after the most exciting few seconds of his life suddenly panicked, as he seemed to think I would kill him. He gasped out “It was an accident mister I never meant to do her, I don’t know how it happened, I’m always having accidents! I’ll get going now sir, don’t hurt me.”

I moved towards the small boy knowing that at twice his physical size I could do real damage to him. I shouted at the lad, “You just fucked my wife you bastard and you came in her without a condom, Ill have your guts for that, she’s not protected either!” 

As I went to grab him Carol stopped me in my tracks, she suddenly grasped the boy’s buttocks and held his prick inside her pussy. Shouting, “No please Ken it wasn’t his fault! Please Ken I love you but I want him to give me a baby, can I have him again lover please? Then in her get round me lower tone, “After all big fella he’s already come in me so it won’t make any difference will it? Please Ken?”

I was still angry, but then realized it was true she hadn’t betrayed me intentionally and even the lad hadn’t done it on purpose either. If anybody was at fault as I had suggested we should have sex where anyone could watch us. 

Now she was giving me her big wide-eyed look that she knew could turn me around her little finger. I was powerless to say no to the only woman I’d ever loved, the mother of my children. I couldn’t say yes either but stepped back! Carol smiled at me and blew me a kiss knowing I’d given my permission by this retreating movement. 

She drew the shaking boy to her big breasts and he suckled her nipples until he was sure I wasn’t going to attack him. I was painfully aware how hard my own cock had become; with the really erotic sight of seeing my wife having sex with a boy half her size and age. 

On a whim I snatched up our video camera and started to record their mutual seduction, I reasoned if I let her do him this would be the only time I’d allow it so I might as well record it to use to excite us in the future. 

Now my darling wife was sucking his little prick, it was a skinny, only about four and a half inches in length half the size of mine. Carol was licking the bell end and giving the whole of his length a tongue lashing that had him squirming with pleasure. The boy was still wary of me but her sucking was getting to him and making him forget he could be in danger! 

Sensing he was ready my beautiful wife dragged the boys stiff cock towards her pussy. The little pink coloured knob with only a few blond hairs surrounding it was being drawn into Carols mound covered by her black hair. 

I got down to record his invasion of my woman with the video recorder. The boys little cock slipped in easily being half my penises girth as well. I thought how could she feel such a tiny thing in her love tunnel, but her face was ecstatic and my cock was solid watching the action!

My wife lay on her back with her legs spread wantonly stroking the boys back and pulling and releasing his buttocks to get him into a good fucking rhythm. The lad was obviously not experienced but enthusiastic jabbing his little cock at my wife’s meaty cunt! 

I heard Carol ask him, “How many girls have you screwed lover?” He gasped out, “I--- was a virgin till you; your lovely I really want you, my name’s Don.” “Well Don,” my wife said, “my names Carol and I want to have your baby, will you make me pregnant please?” 

“God yes,” he yelled and started pistoning his small member into my wife’s swollen cunt. She was really turned on by this unsophisticated sex partner, her nipples stood out and juice ran from her pussy. 

I could see she was almost ready to come and she shouted, “Please impregnate me Don, put your sperm in me, knock me up! By now I was wanking with one hand and filming with the other it was so ultra erotic. 

Carol started to spasm in orgasm, her whole body jumping both of them off the ground. She gripped his small buttocks to keep his cock inside her tube and his face shook with a marvellous agony as he came inside a female for only the second time in his young life. 

As they clung to each other in their mutual orgasms my own sperm shot from my cock and landed on the boys arse his back and both the cuckolding lovers hair. Six times my cock spurted in the most powerful cum I’d had since I was a teenager. 

Soon the two started to part and Carol licked the boys softening penis clean before he pulled up his shorts and started to leave. As he limped away Carol called after him, “I hope I’m having your child Don! He smiled at her and disappeared into the woods. 

Later in the month Carol confirmed she was indeed pregnant. I tried to persuade her to get rid of it, as the boy didn’t look a bit like me so everybody would realize he wasn’t mine. 

But my darling wife persuaded me to let her have the young mans child by giving me the most exiting sex we’d ever had. She seemed to be horny all the time now so it seemed to be worth it. 

Quite often we had sex watching the video of her cuckolding me, we both came explosively several times then. My lovely wife started talking me into letting her have the boys cock in her cunt again. I said no initially as I was worried I could lose her but she wore me down with constant fantastic sex.

However before we could arrange it we noticed the boys picture in the local paper. He’d been killed in a car accident, his mother said he was her only child and was very accident-prone. Her other regret was that he’d never had a girlfriend so was still a virgin. 

We knew better and nine months after I was ‘accidentally cuckolded’, my wife gave birth to their lovely baby.

The little girl was a blond blue-eyed child just like her young father with only olive skin to point towards my very black beautiful wife and nothing like my even blacker skin!

Accidental Cuckold Ch. 01



Because the following story is so long, it will be submitted in multiple chapters. This story is a cuckold story. If you do not like those stories or all of the "faggy" things they entail, do yourself the favor and stop reading now. You have a fair warning. 

Any negative comments about the subject matter will be ignored and deleted. You were already told what the story is. I don't care if you like cuckold stories or not. I just want to know if the people who DO like them, like this one. Any other comments / feedback are welcome and appreciated. 

Part 1 -- What's going on?

While she lay sleeping beside me that morning, I stroked my meat for all it was worth. 

When I masturbated, I didn't fantasize about other women like many guys do, I fantasized about my hot little wife...about the way she used to be. I recalled the naughty nurse costume and the sexy cop outfit with the fuzzy handcuffs, the strip teases on the living room couch and the box of toys that now collected dust under our bed. 

After about 5 minutes of beating my meat I just gave up. I wasn't going to cum. I was too depressed. 

I sat up in our bed and watched her sleep for a moment, feeling disgusted at the sight of her flannel pajamas. I remembered when she'd come to bed in stockings and garters, see through negligee's, or nothing at all. But this is what it had come to. 

What made it worse was knowing what a hot little body she still had under there. A body I seldom saw, and even more seldom got to touch. She hadn't let herself go like many wives do, not one little bit. 

Sure she had an extra 10, maybe 15 pounds on her, but that had always been there. She carried it well, with no loose skin, flab, or love handles to speak of. Somehow those little fist-sized tits were still incredibly perky, her tiny apple bottom nice and tight. Her long, blonde hair was always meticulously curled, her finger and toenails never missed a weekly mani/pedicure, and she even kept her bush shaved down to a landing strip. 

"Ana, baby, I'm horny," I whispered in my wife's ear, rubbing on her tits through her flannel pajamas. 

It was Christmas morning and I had woken up with a hard-on as I did every morning. 

My 32 year-old wife of almost three years just rolled over and turned her back on me. I was very disappointed to say the least. 

Usually Anastasia was game for sex on special occasions like Holidays, so I'd had high hopes in spite of how plain and dull she'd become. Our sex life had gone to shit after the second year of marriage. 

I was seriously questioning if I had made a huge mistake in marrying her. I probably deserved this; Karma is a bitch as they say. 

I 'd been married once before. My first wife was a great woman. She wasn't nearly as hot as Anastasia, and she was painfully boring. But she was loving, affectionate, faithful, trustworthy, and she even put out for me whenever I asked. Although the sex was very vanilla and monotonous...it was more than I was getting now. I'd thrown that all away because I craved excitement.

The first time I'd laid eyes on Anastasia, her shirt was pulled up to her neck and she was flashing her tiny boobs and hardened little pink nipples in a crowded bar. That night I watched her get shit hammered to the point where she could barely walk, and she was about to end up in some serious trouble with a group of seedy looking guys who were intent on taking advantage of her condition. 

I intervened and told them she was my wife, acting very upset that she was so drunk and ranting about how she'd just disappeared on me. She looked shocked but was so drunk she just stood there looking confused. The guys totally bought the story and apologized and left her alone. My wife was away visiting her sick mother in Chicago, so I took Anastasia home with me with no objections from her. 

To be fair, she had drunk herself way past the point of resisting anything. I would never have had the nerve to approach a woman that hot otherwise. I screwed her brains out all night long. I knew it was shallow. I'd done exactly what that group of guys had intended to do, but I figured she was better off with me than them. At least she was safe. 

I half expected for her to wake up the next morning with a huge hangover, look at the strange man next to her, and run out of the room screaming. Quite the opposite, it was I who woke up with Anastasia's lips around my cock, a hangover and the realization that I was cheating on my wife in our own bed. 

None-the-less, we fucked all day long, in ways that I could never before have imagined. I would learn that situations like this were nothing new to her, but there was something special about the chemistry we had when we were both finally sober. To say we hit it off would be an understatement. 

We fucked almost everyday for the next three months. Thousands of dollars spent on hotel rooms and spoiling my new lover rotten, and a never-ending supply of excuses for the wife. 

Anastasia wasn't the brightest or most ambitious girl I'd ever met. She was 29 going on 30 at the time, two years older than me, but she had nothing. She was a high school drop out who still lived with her widowed mother in a trailer, unemployed, no goals except for her pipe dream of being an actress, a bad drinking habit, and no future. 

She wanted to be taken care of, and I saw her as a damsel in distress who needed a white knight to come and save her from her miserable life. Everything she lacked, she made up for with her beautiful white smile, sparkling blue eyes, bubbly personality and what I craved most - pure excitement. 

So I rented a temporary apartment, packed my clothes one day while my wife was at work, changed my cell phone number, and vanished from my wife's life with nothing but a note that read, "Sorry, it's over. I'll always care about you." 

I never saw or spoke to her again. 

The divorce was easy. I never even showed up to any of the meetings, I let my lawyer handle it. My ex-wife didn't have to fight me for anything, I told the lawyer to give her everything. I knew what I douche bag I was for leaving like that, and what a coward I was for not facing her with the truth. I wanted to make it as easy as I could for her. 

I put in for relocation at my job, took Anastasia to Los Angeles, married her, bought a new home, and started a new life. It was a 24-7 fantasy for the first two years, never a dull moment. My shallow lust blossomed into pure adoration for this woman who made me feel like a king and fulfilled my every desire. But now here I was, back to square one. Actually it was more like square zero, because I had even less than I had before. 

The beautiful smile and sparkling blue eyes were still present, but the bubbly personality wasn't so endearing any more. It just made me recall every dumb-blonde joke I'd ever heard. And the excitement, the sex, was gone. 

But as shallow as our beginnings were, I did love her. I felt I'd done a good thing by getting her sober and saving her from her dead-end life, and I truly felt she appreciated and adored me for it, which made me feel wonderful. Only now she expressed it with affectionate hugs and gentle kisses, not the steamy passion and kinky sex from before. I feared she had become too domesticated for my liking. 

But I was determined to stick it out for the long haul. There would be no third wife. Not after what I'd done to the first wife. It was still hard for me to live down what I'd done to my ex. There were times I'd break down and cry about it because I felt so bad. I knew I could never do that to Anastasia under any circumstances. 

I vowed, that no matter what happened, I was sticking with Anastasia to the end. 

Whenever I got frustrated with Anastasia, as I was that Christmas morning, I reminded myself of what that same frustration had made me do to my first wife. 

I pictured Anastasia's pretty blue eyes reddened with sadness, her tears pouring onto a dear-Jane letter in her trembling hands while she stared into my empty closet. 

I reminded myself, that I loved this woman. 

I pulled forcefully on her shoulder and forced her onto her back, then climbed on top of her. I wasn't taking no for an answer. 

I desperately needed to fuck my pretty little wife. I was at the point where I didn't even care how kinky it was, or if she just lay there, or if she even bothered to wake up for it! I needed to feel SOMETHING! It had been a month since the last time, Thanksgiving, and almost three months before that. Prior to that, I couldn't even remember! 

"Merry Christmas, sexy," I whispered, as I kissed her on the lips. 

"Hi," she mumbled, eyes still closed. "Sooooo tired." 

"What time did you get in last night? Must have been late, I went to bed at eleven." 

"It wasn't long after that. We were Christmas shopping really late, and then Lita just wouldn't stop talking. I was standing in the doorway with my coat on for like an hour trying to leave and she just kept yapping," Anastasia finished her sentence with a yawn. 

I thought about what she said as I undid a few buttons on her pajama top. She'd come home at one thirty in the morning; I'd heard her come in and had looked at the clock. Only Anastasia would be ditzy enough to think I'd believe she could Christmas shop at one in the morning. 

I was suspicious about her obvious lie. My first concern would have been she went out drinking, something that was off limits to her. But if she had, she would never have come home, she'd be waking up in a strangers bed. That was exactly why liquor was off limits. 

But knowing Anastasia as I did, I figured I better not read too much into it. Her lack of education sometimes became a communication barrier with us. She'd say things that she didn't mean because she got confused. She'd get her times and dates mixed up, she'd mix up her words, confusing one word for meaning something that it didn't mean, forget names, forget places, the list went on. 

Aside from being an eleventh grade drop out, I suspected she had other learning disabilities, and maybe some lingering effects from her former problems with alcoholism. Many an argument had started from this problem of hers and I'd have to apologize profusely later on when I figured it all out.

Besides, my cock ruled my world at that moment. I needed pussy and that trumped everything else. 

"What are you doing?" she groaned, swatting at my hands with her eyes still shut tight. 

"I'm horny, Ana. I want to fuck," I said plainly. 

"No. Let me sleep!" she pleaded, pulling a pillow over her chest, impeding my progress to her breasts. 

Undeterred, I slid down her body, reached under her and grabbed the waist band of her pajama pants and tried to slide them off. "You don't understand. I need to fuck! Ana, it's Christmas for fuck sake! Don't do this to me!" 

"I mean it, honey! Go away!" she raised up her knees and pushed me off of her with her legs. 

"That is so wrong to do to me, Ana. I wonder if you even still love me any more," I laid the guilt on thick as I jumped up and marched out of the bedroom. 

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry! Wait!" she hollered after me, but I slammed the door and went into the computer room to continue my own pity party. 

I pulled up the internet and logged on to a website I'd found called literotica. 

I'd been discussing my lack of sex problem with a coworker who was going through the same thing, and he'd suggested that she was probably cuckolding me. Not wanting to sound naïve, I didn't ask what that meant. Instead I did what everyone does when they need to know something, I Google'd it. 

A slew of pornographic websites popped up in the search. The graphic video's were eye catching and gave me an idea of what it meant but I was still a little confused. So when I found literotica I started asking questions on the forum and had it explained to me. The opinions about what a "true cuckold" was varied quite a bit, but one thing was clear in all cases, it involved a wife cheating on her husband. 

One person who replied to the thread sent a link to a story about it. It involved a man being bullied by his wife, dominated by her black lover and forced to watch her have sex with him and his friends while he was humiliated and treated like some sub-human piece of shit. 

At first I found the story hilarious, rather than erotic. Who would actually do that? As I searched, I found hundreds if not thousands of stories about the topic and I read a lot of them. I soon realized it was not meant to be comical and this was not as unheard of as I had originally thought. 

But I chalked it up to a deranged male fantasy that no real person would ever partake in. To me, a cuckold as they were described in these stories, was about as real a thing as Santa Claus. Sure, women cheated on their husbands everyday, but these stories were way beyond that, they were completely preposterous! Who cheats right in front of their husband? I told my co-worker he was an idiot for suggesting such a thing. 

I did find some useful advice on their forums, however. I was checking my latest forum topic asking for advice on how to tell if a woman is cheating on you, when Anastasia walked in. I quickly clicked off the browser as she pushed back my chair and sat in my lap. 

"Of course I love you, dummy! You're my husband, I have to love you!" she exclaimed, then looked confused about how that had come out of her mouth.

Again, I realized that she'd meant for it to sound better than it came out. I always had to read in between the lines with her. "Ana, I love you too. But I have to know, what's going on with you? You used to fuck me like a porn star, now it's flannel pajama's and excuses to avoid sex!" 

"Well, it's cold," she replied, ignoring everything I said except for the part about her choice of sleepwear. 

I sighed, "Forget the pajama's, Ana. What happened to the sex?" 

She looked nervous and buried her face in my chest. "I love you no matter what. After everything you did for me, I'm never going to leave you. I can't." 

Now I was nervous. "You say that like you've thought about leaving me before." My voice was shaky. It felt like something bad was coming. 

"Well..." she started then paused for what felt like forever. "I worry about you leaving me. I remember you were married when I met you. I remember you left her. I remember why." 

"Ana, you are seriously confusing me. I'm talking about sex here, nothing else," I said. 

"I know. But, do you want to leave me if we don't have sex? You left your other wife because..." 

"Because she didn't make me feel anything. I was bored out of my mind. We had plenty of sex, I told you that. It was just...you know..." I couldn't erase the twinge of sadness from my voice. 

"But will you leave ME if we don't have sex?" 

"N...no. But why would we not have sex!" I sounded whiney. 

She looked at me like I was supposed to understand exactly where she was coming from. 

"Ana, speak to me! Tell me what you're thinking! Please!" I was at my wits end. 

She gripped my T-shirt tightly and began grinding her pelvis against my crotch. "I need sex, Tommy. I miss being fucked hard. I miss being spanked and being naked, and...oh god," she flung her head back like she was in ecstasy. 

"Me too! So what the hell!" I chirped, excitedly, reaching around and gripping her ass. 

"Oh, honey, I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I really want to live out our fantasy, I really do! But it's so scary when you think about it! I can't let you ever leave me. I would be so sad. Honey, I would kill myself!" 

Whoa, talk about a buzz kill, I thought. "Don't talk like that. I'm not going to leave you. Don't you understand? That's what I want too! Our fantasies! I'm trying to find out why we're not living them out like we used to!" 

Her eyes got wide, "But honey, you have to admit, that's a big step! It's scary for me." 

I cocked my head like a confused dog. "Ana, did you hit your head or something? What are you talking about, a big step? Baby, you used to be so freaky and horny all the time. Our sex life was off the charts! Why'd it stop?" 

She bit her bottom lip. "I don't wanna talk about it, it's...it's embarrassing." He face turned beet red. 

"What? There is nothing to be embarrassed about! It's sex!" 

"Yeah, but..." she paused again. "I mean, you should be the nervous one, and here you are all brave about it, and I'm acting scared. I guess I'm just being stupid." 

"Ana, I'm so lost right now. I know you have a hard time expressing yourself sometimes, but just slow down and tell me what you need from me to get our sex life back on track, ok?" 

"Nothing baby. You are the best man in the world. You've given me everything I ever wanted and more. And now..." her eyes started to get teary, and she began to sniffle. 

I was getting tired of trying to make sense of this conversation. It almost felt like we were talking about two different things. What was clear to me was that my wife still loved me very much and that was a huge relief. But I still had the burning question on my mind. "So are we going to have sex?" I said as I wiped the tears from her eyes. 

She inhaled deeply and then let out a sigh. "Ok, honey. We're going to do it. We're going to do it!" she started to giggle. "I've been thinking about it so much lately and I know it's time to stop thinking and start doing. You want this. I need this. Let's do it! I'm so excited!" 

Indeed she was and I could tell by how violently she was trembling. I was still confused and hadn't gotten all the answers I was looking for, but I knew two things, my wife still loved me and we were going to fuck. For the moment, I was content with that. 

I pressed my lips into hers and kissed her hungrily. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed back into me even harder, like she'd been starving for my kiss. She pushed so hard that the office chair tumbled over backwards and we landed on the floor with a loud thud. 

Hitting the floor knocked the wind out of me and I struggled to breathe as Anastasia pressed her mouth tightly too mine, her tongue doing acrobatics in my mouth. The crash didn't make her miss a beat, it was as if she didn't even know we'd just fallen on the floor. She kissed me with the kind of lustful passion that I'd long missed. 

I slid my hands under her pajama shirt and up her flanks, searching for that perky set of little tits I hadn't seen in ages. 

"Mmm, no, not yet," she breathed heavily. 

"Why!" I started whining incredulously. 

"Well, I was thinking about how we would get started with...you know...I mean, sex has almost become like a foreign car to me, you know?" She said, seriously. 

"A foreign car? You mean a foreign language? As in, oh, never mind, you were saying?" 

"Yeah so anyway, like, I was talking to Lita about it because she knows about stuff like this and I came up with some idea's, you know like a way to lubricate into it," Anastasia kissed me as she finished her sentence. 

"Lubricate into it? Maybe you mean ease into it?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Since when do you of all people need sex advice from anyone? Ana, lets just do all the stuff we used to do! It's not that hard!" I pleaded. "I wanna rip those fucking pajama's off of you and fuck you hard right here on this floor!" 

"No, that's taking the easy way out. Like she was saying, I can't just do the not hard stuff, I gotta do the hard stuff too. We have to fix this," she said, adamantly. 

"We can fix everything by FUCKING," I rolled my eyes. 

Anastasia stood up. "There's a big black bag in the trunk of the Mercedes, can you go get it? Then we can start to have some fun!" Anastasia pranced off into the bathroom, merrily humming a song I didn't know. 

I begrudgingly drug my ass off the floor and went to fetch this all-important black bag with my cock sticking through the opening in my boxer shorts, bobbing up and down in front of me.




Accidental Cuckold Ch. 02



Yes, another cuckold story. Don't like it then don't read. Drop your 1 bomb and leave. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Gay/bi/cuckold/wimp bashing – ignored. Blah, blah, blah, etc. etc. etc. On with the story - 




PART 2 – Princess Anastasia and The Stable Boy 




"Ta da!" She struck a classic sexy pose with her hip pointed out, hands on her hips. 

"Dayum," I absently muttered, grabbing my dick. 

Anastasias robe was on the floor. The only thing covering her body was three pieces of red tape. One piece of tape was covering each nipple, and one covered the crease of her pussy, leaving her fat lips still visible on the sides. 

"Babe, if you dress like this everyday we will save a shitload of money on laundry soap," my eyes drilled into her. 

My all but naked wife plopped down on the living room sofa and stretched out luxuriously. "So, wanna know the game?" 

"I'm all ears," I said, kneeling in front of her, unable to blink. 

"It's simple. Red means stop. You can't touch me anywhere the red tape is. You have to find a way to pleasure me without using those spots." 

I pondered that challenge for a moment. This game was trickier than it looked on the surface. I suddenly realized I didn't know very much about pleasing a woman outside of playing with her tits and pussy. 

I began to wonder if my wife was clever enough to be sending me a message with this game. Was she telling me that I needed to upgrade my skills as a lover? Was that why our sex life had gone in the tank? 

"Well what about me? I don't have any red tape on. So you can pleasure me in the usual place," I said, smiling, as I took her hand and placed in my hard cock. 

She pulled it back, "No, honey. I'm not going to pleasure you. That's not the game. You have to pleasure ME. And if you do a really good job I might peel off one of the pieces of tape. Get it?" 

I thought again. "There's no red tape on your mouth. What if I just shove my cock in there? You did always used to tell me that you loved to suck dick. Does that count as pleasuring you?" 

My wife scowled at me. "Stop teasing. Don't you wanna worship my hot, sexy body? You always said I was your princess and now I want you to worship me like a princess!" she said with a pouty face. 

"Of course, my princess," I had to stop myself from putting a sour expression on my own face when I realized that my sexual needs were going to have to wait. At least we were finally doing SOMETHING sexual even if this game was a bit one-sided, I thought to myself. And there was no denying my naked princess was giving me a painful hard on just from looking at her. 

Not knowing where to start, I began planting a trail of soft, wet kisses up the side her neck to her ear lobe. Her soft moaning only excited me even more. I ran my tongue slowly down into the nape of her neck then worked my way up the other side. 

My knee was planted between her legs on the sofa cushion and I could feel her rubbing her taped up clit against it as I ran my tongue down to her chest. I licked and kissed carefully around her breasts, avoiding the tape but being sure to cover every inch of them that was not concealed. 

"Mmmm yes, stable boy, that is so bloody good. Lick every inch of me flesh," Anastasia purred, suddenly producing an over done, medieval English accent. . 

"Stable boy?" I stopped and grinned, "Where'd the accent come from?" 

"I'm the princess, and you are the lucky stable boy who I invited into my chamber to worship me," she stated plainly. "And in the movies princesses always have that accent." 

"Yes, me lady," I produced my own accent, which likely sounded even worse than hers.

Anastasia loved to role-play and she took her role-playing very seriously. I always loved the attention to detail she paid it, and how completely engrossed she became in her roles, even if she wasn't great at foreign accents. Anastasia never broke character, accept when she wanted to scold me for not playing my role properly. 

My dick was poking out through my boxers, rubbing against her milky thighs. The feel of her soft skin against my cock, coupled with the scent of her Issey Miyake perfume mixed with the increasingly strong fragrance of her wet cunt was driving me wild. 

As ordered I made sure to not miss and inch of her flesh. I covered her shoulders with kisses and then worked my way down each arm, finishing by sucking her fingers as she giggled. "That's so delightful, stable boy!" 

She giggled even louder as I ran my tongue up the flanks of her stomach to her armpits, squirming in her seat, telling me how it tickled. She nearly jumped out her seat when I licked her pit. 

"Oh my! You dirty little man, that tickles!" 

"Well you did say every inch of your flesh, Princess Anastasia. This is flesh, is it not?" I replied. 

"Invalid!" she playfully slapped my face. "Any fool should know that such a thing will tickle and cause discomfort!" 

I was more surprised that she knew the word 'invalid', than I was that she slapped me. I always thought it was funny how my wife could sound more articulate playing a role in a sex game than she could in real life. But being the wanna-be actress that she was, I understood. There was nothing she took more seriously than acting. 

"My apologies, beautiful princess. I hope this is more to your liking," I moved my attention down to her belly, running circles in her skin with my tongue, making her squirm again as I tongued her belly button. 

She began to thrust her hips against my chin ever so slightly as I kissed her naval, my nostrils filled with the aroma of her wet pussy. I kissed all around the tape, and licked the sides of her thick pussy lips causing her moans of pleasure to go from soft and airy to deep and throaty. 

"Ohhhh you dirty, perverted peasant! You must feel so privileged to be licking my royal pussy lips!"

"Yes, princess, I love licking them. I only wish this tape wasn't in the way so I could taste you better!" 

"Tape? What is that?" 

"Ummmm, nothing," I replied. It hadn't occurred to me that tape didn't exist in the medieval time we were playing in, and I was in awe of her uncanny attention to detail. 

I resumed licking around her cunt, and I could feel her juices escaping around the tape, trickling down her thighs. I lapped them up thirstily as her foot started rubbing against my erect cock, and soon I felt her other foot rubbing against it, squeezing it firmly between her two small feet. 

"Ohhh god, princess, you're going to make me....ahhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned as emptied my balls onto her dainty feet. 

Anastasia looked surprised that I'd cum so easily. I was more surprised than her and I was noticeably embarrassed about it. "It's been so long, Princess Ana. I couldn't help it," I explained. 

Anastasia grinned wickedly and delivered a harsh slap to my face, "Filthy peasant! Look at the mess you've made of my perfect little toes! Clean it up this instant!" 

"Yes princess," I bowed my head, "I'll fetch a wash rag." 

"No! Use your mouth, peasant!" 

I looked at her, and then down at the sticky mess I'd left on her French pedicure. Ordinarily I wouldn't have hesitated in the heat of a moment like that, it wasn't even close to the kinkiest thing she'd ever asked me to do. But having gone so long without her freaky influence, I suppose I'd gone back to a more vanilla way of thinking. 

Seeing my reluctance, Anastasia took the initiative and pressed her toes against my lips. "Clean it, stable boy!" she said, in a demanding voice. 

I opened my mouth to accept her toes and began to lick and suck them clean of my salty spunk. I licked her arches, her soles, and the top of her feet, and made sure to get in between her pretty little toes as well. 

"Yes! Just like that, you dirty peasant! Wash my feet with your mouth! Yes! Ohhh yes!" she moaned. 

As I meticulously bathed each of her feet with my tongue, Anastasia rubbed her clit violently over the tape. I could see that with the tape in place she had to use far more pressure than normal. She could have just removed it, but as always, Anastasia was committed to the rules of our game. 

As I sucked on her big toe, she began to shake and let out a familiar screech. She was having a huge, gushing orgasm. 

"Don't you dare stop, stable boy. I want them spotless!" she growled, a lustful look in her eye. 

My sperm was already gone, but she insisted I keep on licking her feet and sucking her toes. She continued to rub her pussy as I did. Over half an hour passed and she came two more times as I showered her feet with attention. 

"My, my, princess! I never knew you had such a foot fetish!" I exclaimed, hoping I could be done with this task. Not that I had any problem suckling her toes, but I'd been doing it a long time and was ready to move on. 

"God, I fucking love the way you worship my feet, peasant! It makes my cunt so fucking hot!" Ana momentarily forgot her contrived English accent, but quickly recovered. "You serve me very well, peasant!" she hissed. "Wait here." 

She hopped up and ran up the stairs. The entire room was filled the scent of her sex. The sofa cushion was soaked. I pressed my finger on the huge wet spot and her cunt juices seeped from the fabric. 

Anastasia got extremely wet when she was horny – it wasn't normal. The girl could expel so much fluid from her body that I'd wonder if she actually lost a few pounds of water weight when we had sex. Plus she was a squirter. We had the number to Coit cleaners on speed dial. 

My wife came back down the stairs still naked, and still wearing the red tape, although the piece covering her pussy was so wet that it had lost most of it's adhesiveness and was just dangling from her naval. She was now sporting a gold, rhinestone encrusted tiara on her head from one of her old Halloween costumes. 

"I see you've gone and fetched your crown, princess." 

"A princess should not be without it. Now kiss my feet, peasant," she demanded. 

Great, here we go again, I thought. I crawled over to her on my hands and knees and planted affection kisses on her toes, hoping this could end soon. I'd never met someone who could obsess over something like Anastasia, and I knew she could very well have me playing with her feet all day and all night long if I didn't divert her attention. 

"Tell me how beautiful my feet are," she said, smiling down at me. 

"Princess, they are the most exquisite, delicate, soft, lovely, feet I have ever seen in my entire life," I told her as enthusiastically as I could sound. 

"Tell me how you love to worship them." 

"Your highness, I love to worship all of you. You're body is so perfect, so flawless, so delicious, that there is not a single part of you that I wouldn't adore worshipping with my unworthy tongue!" I poured it on. 

She moaned loudly, as though my compliments were causing her ecstasy all on their own. 

"I beg you, to allow me to worship more of your body!" 

"Peasant, you have definitely earned this," she said, peeling the tape from her supple tits. 

She sat back down on the sofa and pulled me to her breasts. I cupped them tightly in my hands, and hungrily suckled one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it hard the way she liked it, while swirling my tongue around her areola. 

"You are so unworthy of my tits, peasant, but you do such an excellent job of pleasing them!" she whined, pushing my head over to her other hard and pointing pink nipple. 

I felt her arm slide in between us and it began moving rapidly. I knew she was playing with her pussy again. Knowing there was no limit to the number of orgasms she could achieve, I expected to soon feel her squirting all over my stomach, and soon she was. 

Her warm juices splashed all over my midsection, and her cries of ecstasy were ear piercing. 

"You've soiled me with your juices, princess," I said, coyly, as I grinned up at her, curling the tip of my tongue around her nipple. 

"A privilege for you, filthy peasant!" she quietly uttered, still breathing heavily. "But since I pity you, you may soil me with yours again." 

Anastasia pushed me away and laid on her back, squeezing her boobs together invitingly. Her tiny tits were just barely able to touch when she pushed them together. The naughty, lustful look in her eyes gave me a chill. 

I quickly removed my boxers and knelt over her, pressing my stiff pole between her breasts and began to rub it against her soft flesh. Her pussy juices trickled down from my groin and helped to lubricate the friction. 

"Do you not think you should thank me for this gift, peasant? This is so beneath me," Anastasia quipped. 

"Oh my god, princess! Thank you so much for letting me use your wonderful tits for my pleasure!" I groaned, feeling another orgasm coming. 

"Get on with it then, peasant, before I change my mind! It's only my pleasure that matters, lowly stable boy! You should not think to take this for granted!" 

"No princess...no...I...I...oh god your bloody tits feel so good!" I started squirting my jizz all over them. 

I looked at her, miffed, as I panted hard. Once again I'd cum much faster than intended. 

"I trust you know what you must do now," she said, curling her lips into a devilish grin. 

"Yes, me lady," I said, still slightly dizzy from my orgasm as I lowered my head to her cum soaked tits and began to lick them clean. 

As I licked my cum from her tits, my wife indulged herself by licking away the spunk that had gotten all over her fingers. "This is actually quite tasty," my princess said, with a naughty smile. "You must share the rest of it with me." 

"I'd be delighted to, your highness," I lapped up a huge amount of semen on my tongue and inserted it into her mouth. 

Anastasia slowly sucked my tongue clean as if my sperm were some sort of rare delicacy then pushed my head back down to her tits. I licked up the remainder of it, held it in my mouth, and delivered it to her with a passionate kiss. 

We kissed each other frantically for what felt like a very long time. My hands caressed her silky body as she wrapped her legs around me tightly. My dick was beginning to stiffen again, and I could feel her moving her hips, rubbing her slick crevice up and down against the shaft. I could feel that the drenched strip of tape had all but fallen away. 

I arched my back to try and enter her without using my hands to insert it. She sensed this and immediately broke off our kiss, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me away. 

"How dare you try to violate me, peasant!" yelled Anastasia as she slapped me twice. "Your filthy peasant cock is not fit for my royal pussy!" 

"I'm...I'm sorry, I was just...." What I was, was dying to fuck my wife. 

Anastasia grabbed the arm of the couch and pulled herself out from underneath me. 

"You will be punished, stable boy!" she said, planting her feet on the floor and standing up. "Lay on your back!" 

I did as instructed, wondering what my punishment would be. 

In the past, Anastasia had occasionally played a dominant role in our sex games, though she was more naturally inclined to be submissive. As a top, she had little experience, and the only punishment she ever seemed to implement was spanking. 

My wife turned away from me and lowered her butt onto my chest. Looking over her shoulder she explained. "The nerve of you, peasant! How could you think you were deserving of my royal treasure? You are better suited for cleaning my arse! Now, filthy peasant, you will lick me where I shit!" 

That's it? I thought, as she pressed her ass back against my face. I had licked her ass before plenty of times, willingly. Though I had to admit, the way she had put it just then did make it sound far less appealing! 

"Get your tongue in there, peasant! Lick my shit hole! Taste it, you filthy pervert!" 

I slid my tongue out of my mouth and began to lick around her puckered sphincter. All her talk of shit was causing some trepidation on my part. But I knew her ass was fresh and clean as she had just showered before coming down stairs. All I could taste were the plentiful pussy juices that had trickled down into her crack. 

I licked her ass thoroughly, loving the taste of her cunt juices, and loving the sounds of her ecstatic moaning even more. Her wet snatch was leaking all over my chin as I pushed my tongue into her tight hole. 

"Ohhhh yes, my little arse licker! Get it in there!" Anastasia wailed, grinding against my mouth. 

"Ahhh!" I muttered into her ass as I felt her slap my stiff cock. 

"How dare you attempt to put this pitiful thing in my cunt!" she said, slapping it again, "As if you could even satisfy a woman like me with such a wretched little thing!" 

Much to my surprise, slapping my cock around the way she was actually made me harder! I was no pain freak, but every time she did it, I felt a slight sting, and then a pulse of blood shooting into it that made me even stiffer. 

"I should chop it off for your insolence!" she barked again, slapping my cock around some more. 

Slapping my dick barely hurt at all, but I was starting to think she was taking her role a little far. Chopping my cock off sounded anything but erotic, but I knew there was no limit to how far she'd go to stay in character, and I supposed her words were plausible given the situation. She was a 'princess" after all, and I merely a servant.

I simply continued to tongue her ass as I could feel her pussy juices flowing more freely on my chin. I knew she would cum soon. 

"Oh my, peasant! Ohhhhhh yes! You are doing such an amazing job cleaning my hole! Ohhhhh god! I forgive you, you pitiful thing! I'm going to cum all over your face!" 

In a mere moment she pushed herself back further, forcing my tongue out of her ass and placing her pussy squarely on my lips, just before a huge gush of her fluids came pouring down into my mouth, completely soaking my face. 

"Ohhhhhh look what you've made me do!" she cried out, ecstatically. "Stick your tongue out and clean me at once!" 

"Yes, princess!" I mumbled into her snatch. 

I enthusiastically tongued her sweet tasting pussy hole as her juices continued to flow. Anastasia continued to grind her pussy against my mouth, moaning increasing louder. I knew she was trying to cum again and it was only a few short minutes before her body began to quiver and she unleashed another waterfall into my mouth. I swallowed as much of it as I could, savoring my wife's flavor. 

Once she stopped shaking, Anastasia swung around. I could see the tape still dangling from her naval. She hurriedly tore it off and planted her saturated cunt right back on my mouth. "You've really earned this the way you licked my arse! More, peasant! More of that wonderful mouth!" she groaned, her glazed eyes staring down directly into mine. 

Anastasia's orgasms could come in waves, and that's what they did. I ate her pussy like a man possessed as she rode my face. I swallowed one squirting orgasm after another, wondering when she'd ever get enough of it, but truly not caring. I loved eating my wife's pussy. 

She'd drenched the sofa cushion under my head to the point where it couldn't absorb any more, and I felt a puddle forming around my ears. 

Her incredulous cries of ecstasy were becoming hoarse. 

Her legs wouldn't even support her anymore and she was now leaning over the arm of the sofa behind my head to support her self. 

I'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had by the last one, but when it was finished, she limply rolled off the couch and landed on her back on the floor. 

I looked down at her from the sofa and admired the huge, satisfied smile on her face. "My princess, I hope I have pleased you, satisfactorily." 

"Yes, stable boy," my wife said, her gaze lost in space, "very satifunctionly!" She badly mispronounced 'satisfactorily'. "I would reward you, but you've exhausted me for the moment." 




Accidental Cuckold Ch. 03



PART 3 – Ana's Been a Bad, Bad, Girl. 

I sometimes woke up to the aroma of coffee brewing in the morning. The day after Christmas I woke up to the aroma of my wife's wet pussy. 

The bed was squeaking, and the sheets were damp underneath me. 

I opened my eyes and there she was right beside me, her stocking covered legs parted, fucking herself profusely with one of her dildos. Behind her I saw her toy box, which I hadn't seen for almost a year, sitting open on the dresser. 

"Damn! Having a good morning, princess?" I spoke with my fake English accent. She still had the tiara on her head so I wasn't sure if she was still in character. 

"Oh my god, his cock is so big!" she whined, accent still present. "He's fucking me so good! What have you done to me, peasant? You've turned me into a bloody whore! I've spent the entire morning letting the soldiers fuck my royal pussy!" 

"You...I...who..." I was tongue tied as I watched her screw herself with the toy, my cock came to full erection. 

I felt a twinge of jealousy hit my stomach. I knew it was silly to be envious of an inanimate object, but said object was taxing my wife's pussy and she loved it. 

"Ohhhhh fuck meeee!" she whaled. "Fuck me soldier! Hurry and deposit your seed in my royal pussy and let the next man in line take his turn!" 

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Princess Anastasia!" I yelped, half-way serious. 

Her body quivered, tensed, and she doused the sheets with her squirting fluids. Her arm did not stop moving however. 

I grabbed her wrist and pulled the dildo from her pussy. Rolling on top of her I yelled at the imaginary army of soldiers behind me. "Be gone! Off with you! This is the woman I love! I'll have no more of this! I'll fight you all to the pain of death!" 

Anastasia giggled. "Why would you save a wretch like me? There have already been hundreds of them inside of me! Why would you still love me?" 

"Because you are the owner of my heart, my fair princess," I said, looking her in the eyes. "Like I told you last night..." 

"I will always be your princess, tainted or not," she recited my words proudly as she pulled me closer to kiss me. 

"Babe, please, can we be ourselves again? Enough of Princess Anastasia," I said, removing the tiara from her head and placing it on the nightstand. 

Anastasia frowned. "But I like being a princess. Do you think you can call me that sometimes, you know, like even on a regular day?" 

"If it makes you feel good, why not. You are my princess, babe." 

She smiled. "Did you have fun yesterday?" 

I thought about it for a second. "Yes, I loved being your stable boy," I said, trying to make her feel good. It was a half-truth. Some moments were better than others. "I really didn't think it was cool to lock me out of the bedroom though." 

A guilty look came over her. "Sorry. Too soon?" 

I was perplexed. "What do you mean? Soon for what?" 

"Are you ok?" 

"Yeah, I guess. Are you?" 

We both looked confused. 

"Honestly, I didn't mean to. I wanted to put on my costume and surprise you but I was so tired. I dozed off."

"Dozed off, huh?" 

"Or maybe the Knights of the Round Table were in here running a train on me!" She said, scanning my face for a reaction. 

My cock stiffened and I clenched my teeth simultaneously. It turned me on to hear her say nasty things like that, but somehow it also stung me, even though I obviously knew it was bullshit. 

"What's with you and group sex with soldiers this morning? The bed is soaked!" 

"I've been playing with myself all morning. I can't believe you didn't wake up," Anastasia giggled again. 

I looked at the clock; it was already going on two in the afternoon. "I guess you wore me out last night." 

"Yeah, nice excuse, preemie. Is that why you couldn't last more than two minutes?" Anastasia said, icily, as she slid her stockings off her legs. 

"Ouch! Where'd that come from?" 

"See, I can play the role," she smiled and jumped out of bed. 

"What role? Mean bitch?"

She just kept smiling and ignored my comment. "I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you go open our next present? It's the one that has a number two on it, because today is the second day." 

"Number two, second day, that's pure genius, Ana," I mocked her and she didn't even realize it. 

I sat there wondering if Anastasia was possibly the greatest undiscovered actress there ever was. Sometimes I wished she'd stay in character since she often seemed a lot smarter when she was pretending to be someone else. 

It was Saturday so I didn't bother getting dressed. I strolled down to the living room naked, my hard cock leading the way. My wife was putting out for me again so I was about as happy as I could have been that morning, all things considered. 

"Number two, because it's the second day," I chuckled as I removed the appropriately numbered package from under the tree. 

This one was a little bigger than the first one and only slightly heavier with an odd shape. I knew she'd been shopping at the sex store but clearly the first present hadn't come from there. I was hoping this one did. I unwrapped it. 

"A dildo?" my voice cracked from my surprise. 

It was an extremely large one at that, the biggest one I'd ever seen. At first glance I'd guessed it was a foot long but the label on the package read '10 inch dong'. She had several dildos already and I wondered why she would need another one. 

Too tired to think too hard about it, I popped it out of the package and threw it in a pot to boil it, as was the routine whenever she bought a new toy. Anastasia was not overly conscious about such things but I felt better when I sterilized her toys before use. A bacterial infection from a dirty toy would mean no sex for me! 

I cleaned her toy, made some coffee, read the paper, and started cleaning up the kitchen a little better since I'd done a rush job on it the night before. An hour or so later I heard her coming down the stairs. I became instantly excited with anticipation for whatever she had in store. 

"Oh my god, Daddy! You're naked!" Anastasia feigned shock, putting her hand to her mouth. 

She'd said it so convincingly that I felt my face redden with embarrassment. 

"Uh...daddy?...uh...guh...duh...whoa..." was the gibberish that came out of my mouth. 

Anastasia's hair was tied up in two long ponytails with pink ribbon. She wore the tiniest of plaid, pleated skirts. It was so short it looked more like a wide belt than a skirt. I could see the crotch of her pink panties easily. Her sleeveless, sheer, white blouse was tied up in a bow above her stomach and her bra was visible underneath. White thigh-high stockings and shiny black shoes completed the ensemble. 

"The slutty school girl outfit," I said absently, smiling. I'd long forgotten that costume. 

"Daddy! Did you just call me a slut?" Anastasia spoke with a higher, more nasally tone than her regular voice. 

"You...uh...I...you look..." I wasn't sure how to respond. We'd done this role-play before but I had either been a teacher or a principle, never 'daddy'. Somehow I felt awkward in that role. 

Anastasia came strutting towards me. "I guess maybe I am a slut? I dunno," she smiled at me coyly as she grabbed her new black dildo off the counter where it now sat. "If I like, bend over a lot just so boys can see my panties and look down my shirt, does that make me a slut, daddy?" 

"Well, uh, I...sort of, I suppose," I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous. 

It was probably because my thirty-two year old wife made a very convincing teenager, both in appearance and attitude at that moment. And given the way I had always taken care of her and often treated her like a child - correcting her mistakes and scolding her for stupid actions - the 'daddy' role resonated with me a little too much. 

"And if I let them touch me and put their hands wherever they want, does that make me a slut?" My wife was now eyeing the dildo in her hand, stroking it up and down. 

"That's...that's not a very proper thing to do," I cleared my throat, realizing I sounded corny trying to play this role. 

"And if letting them touch me gets me so horny that I just decide to take off all my clothes? Am I slut then?" Anastasia stepped closer to me and ran her soft hand down my chest. 

"You'd be a very bad girl if you did that," my voice trembled and my cock stiffened. 

"But daddy, what if they pulled out their cocks and they were all just sooo big that I really wanted to suck them?" 

"Wanted to, or did?" I felt my heart racing a mile a minute at the thought of it actually happening. 

"What if I did? What if I spread my legs and let all of them put their big, huge cocks wherever they wanted and fill me up with their cum? Would that make me a slut?" she asked casually, running her hand down to my cock and gently caressing he shaft. 

"Y...yes..." 

"Yes what, daddy?"

"Yes, you'd be a...a slut, Ana," I muttered, my stomach turning in jealous knots while my cock twitched.

"Oh," Anastasia said, holding the big dildo with both hands and raising it to her lips to give it a long slow lick. "I guess I'm a slut then. I LOVE big cocks in my hot, young, pussy." 

It seemed like every drop of blood in my body had gone to one of two places, my head or my cock, because I was dizzy and as hard as I could possibly get when she spoke those words. I knew it was silly to feel jealous since it was only a role-play, but that's how I felt. 

She was taking this role someplace we'd never explored before. Usually when one of the schoolgirl outfits went on she was only hot for teacher, not the school slut. 

"Oh my goodness, daddy! Look how hard you are!" Anastasia grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. "That's so naughty! Are you getting hard because of me? Do I turn you on, daddy?" 

I couldn't speak. I only nodded. Half of me wished this game would end on the spot; the other half hoped it never would. 

"Really? Wow, I never knew you looked at me like that! But I guess I am like, super hot, and sexy, and well, you're just like any other boy I guess. You wanna do dirty things to me like they do. But your cock just isn't as big as the other boys," Anastasia pouted. "If it was, maybe I'd let you put it somewhere." 

"I'm...it's...Ana," I continued to fumble over my words, now shocked more than ever by her words. 

Anastasia turned around and began grinding her ass against my cock. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? If I let you put it in me? You wanna fuck your slutty little girl, daddy?" 

I leaned back against the counter as she pushed harder against me. My hard dick was pinned between her ass and my stomach as she rubbed it with her panty covered butt, my erection pushing the cotton material into her crack. I reached around and began rubbing her thighs, which made her push back harder. 

"I'm...I'm going to cum if you keep this up any longer," I said, barely audible. 

"Oh, sorry," she said, pulling away to my disappointment. "I should be a good girl. But daddy, I have a question." 

"Whu...a...a question? What?" I was trying to shake cobwebs out of my brain. 

"I have this little pimple," she pointed to her cheek where there was clearly no blemish, "and I heard that sperm is good for your skin. If I let someone cum on my face will it make it go away?" 

I thought then answered, "I think so. But..." 

Before I could finish my sentence, she dropped to her knees in front of me and grabbed my dick and began jerking it hard and fast. "I want you to cum on my face, daddy. Pleeeeease?" 

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, unable to control myself I began squirting all over her face and hair in less than a minute. 

"Gosh, daddy. That was awfully quick! No wonder mom doesn't have sex with you anymore. And geez, that's so much cum!" Anastasia began to rub it into her skin like lotion. 

Light headed from my orgasm, I watched in awe of my dirty-minded spouse. Just when I thought she couldn't get any kinkier, she surprised me. I had often teased her about being such a sexual freak, and she'd always tell me that I hadn't seen anything yet. 

"I'd better get to school. I'm so horny now! I hope that boy with the really big cock sits next to me on the bus so I can...oh, never mind. Bye daddy!" she kissed me on the cheek and pranced away back up the stairs, making sure to take her new toy with her. 

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. The daddy-daughter thing definitely made me uncomfortable, but clearly turned me on at the same time, but why? I sat there trying to put my finger on the exact reason I felt the way I did. I was certainly no advocate for incest, nor had I ever harbored such fantasies. 

Then I suddenly felt very insecure, recalling her second reference to my premature ejaculation that day. I remembered the day before I hadn't lasted more than two minutes on any of the four times she'd made me cum. I chalked it up to having been sexually starved for so long, but she had made a point to say something about it today, twice, and not very nicely either. I felt like I needed to prove something now. 

I took a long, hot shower, and when I came out into the hallway, I encountered what I thought was a completely different character. 

"Hi, Mr. Sheldon," Anastasia said, shyly, looking down at her feet. 

Her hair was still in pig-tails, and she was still wearing the white thigh-high's and black shoes, but her costume was different from the waste up. She wore a baby blue mini dress with short ruffled sleeves, an attached white printed apron in the front, and short teardrop petticoat underneath. It covered her slightly better than the schoolgirl outfit did up top, but still left nothing to the imagination at the bottom. 

"You are..." I thought for a moment, trying to remember the name of the costume, then it clicked, "Alice in Wonderland?" 

Anastasia giggled. "I'm Anastasia, and yes, I'm playing Alice in the school play. How come you're pretending you don't know my name, Mr. Sheldon? You said I was the best student you had in our theatre company." 

"I did? Right, I'm, uh..." 

"And you also said I was the hottest piece of young ass you had ever seen," she added. 

"Yeah....you..." I coughed. I was silently cursing myself for not being able to find the right words. "Yes, you sure are," I finally pushed out the words. 

"Mr. Sheldon, I have to tell you something. I think I've been bad," She feigned a pouty face. 

"You have? Um...what did you do, Alice...I mean, Ana?" 

"Well, every time I bend over, like this," My wife demonstrated by turning around and bending over, causing her tiny dress to rise up over her ass, revealing that she had no panties on! 

"Yes, when you bend over," I said, blankly, staring at her exposed pussy and ass. 

"The Mad Hatter keeps coming up behind me and humping my butt. And then the March Hare comes and grabs my head and starts humping my face. And the King of Hearts tells them to keep doing it because Alice is a little slut," Anastasia said, remaining in her bent over position. 

"Oh, um, I see," I felt my dick pushing up my towel. "And they won't stop when you ask them to?" 

"No. But, well, I didn't really ask them to stop. It made me all wet when they did it. So I kind of kept bending over so they would do it again. And then the last time they did, the King of Hearts told them to pull their penises out, and they did and well..." Anastasia finally turned around to face me, pulled up the front of her dress with one hand and began rubbing her smooth pussy with the other. 

"And then?" I asked, my heart beating just as fast as it had in the kitchen. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "They both had really, really, huge cocks so I started sucking the March Hare and that's when the Mad Hatter pushed it in me." 

"Did you tell them to stop?" I knew the answer but asked anyway. 

"Um, well, no, I let them take turns fucking my pussy and my mouth while the King of Hearts called me dirty names. Then they shot their stuff in my pussy and the King of Hearts made me suck his big thing too, and I had to swallow it." 

I got a lump in my throat as I found myself feeling jealous all over again at the thought of them fucking her. "Why are you telling me this, Ana?" I felt like the question was more for the real Ana than her slutty character. 

"Cause I know they're gonna go tell everybody I'm a slut. I wanted to tell you first," she said, biting her fingernails. 

"Tell me first so that I could..." 

"Cause I want you to know I'm a slut," she said, plainly, cutting me off. "I didn't want you to think I was hiding it from you. I mean, I didn't want you to think that I wasn't going to be a slut for you too." 

"Oh, you wanna be a...wait, did I hear you right?" I felt my towel drop from my waist. 

"Do you like sluts, Mr. Sheldon?" Anastasia stepped closer, pressing herself against my naked body. She took my erection in her hand, pulled it under her tiny dress and began rubbing it against her clit. 

"Yessss, Ana," I sighed, hoping to be buried inside of her soon. 

"I know we are doing Snow White and the Seven Dwarves next month and I REALLY wanna be Snow White. Do you think I can be Snow White, Mr. Sheldon? I heard she was even more of a slut than Alice," Anastasia said, pointedly, grabbing my balls. 

"You can be whoever you want, Ana! In every play from now until you graduate! Just pleeeease...." My voice trailed off as I had to fight off an impending orgasm. This time I was determined to last. 

"Please what? Suck your cock like the nasty little slut that I am?" She sank slowly to her knees and began rubbing my cock against her face. "Hmmmm," she said, looking at my woody. 

"What's wrong?" I said, impatiently. 

"You're not as big as them," she shrugged, "But that's ok, I really wanna be Snow White." And with that statement she engulfed my cock with her mouth. 

For a moment I was barely able to enjoy it, now counting the second time she'd made a reference to my dick not being as big as someone else's. That, coupled with the shots at me for being an early shooter had me feeling inadequate to say the least. What the hell was that about? Was it just supposed to be a mean and bitchy character she was playing? I hoped so. 

She'd never had any complaints before and I'd witnessed countless squirting orgasms during our sex. Reminding myself of these facts eased my mind and my waning erection came back with a vengeance. 

"Tell me what a nasty little cocksucking slut I am, Mr. Sheldon!" she pleaded as she slapped my dick against her tongue. 

"Oh, baby, you are such a nasty little slut!" I moaned automatically as her excellent technique took a hold of me. 

Her tongue was swirling around my dick as she made me hit the back of her throat repeatedly. I was fighting hard not to cum too soon. 

"Talk dirty to your little cum slut, Mr. Sheldon! Don't stop!" she gasped. 

"Suck that BIG cock you little cum slut!" I was amazed by how excited it made me to speak to her that way. 

Our dirty talk had never escalated to degrading name calling on my part, and here she was begging for it. My wife had lots of new tricks up her sleeve it seemed, and I was feeling blessed at that moment. 

"God I love you!" I blurted out, completely out of character. 

She gave me a dirty look from below and then produced the big 10 inch dildo from her apron. "Oh, hello, Cheshire Cat," she said, looking over her shoulder. 

Anastasia reached behind herself with the dildo and began shouting, "Oh my god that is so big! Are you gonna, oh! Oh yes! Fuck my pussy like a cheap slut! Yes!" 

Again my foolish jealousy crept back in. Something a lot bigger than me was working my wife's pussy and it ate at me, especially with her previous comments. I had to remind myself again that this was a character in a game, a toy no less. 




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This is for my friend Jessica, and her honesty about her taboo fantasy. Also, a special thanks to Julie for editing this story for me.

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He stepped out of the shower, water still running off his chiseled young body. As he reached for his towel he caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink on the other side of the bathroom; he liked what he saw. It was a reflection of good breeding with enviable genetics combined with eighteen years of athletic training. He was tall at 6'4" and weighed in at 225 fit and sculpted pounds. His shoulders were broad and well developed as were all of his muscles. He needed not to tense his stomach to see the cuts that defined his abdominals. He pumped his arms in rapid and intense strokes to make the veins in his biceps pop out. He had dark, fine hair that he wore similar to Joey on Friends, and large blue eyes.

He took the towel and began to dry off his body. When he got to his genitals, they began to stir. His cock, which had hung flaccid down the better part of his thigh, now began to swell and rise. His ping-pong ball sized testicles, which typically hung low in their sack about half as far as his cock, began to tighten and rise towards his body.

As it reached it's full measure of just over ten inches in length and about seven inches in circumference, similar to his biceps, a large vein protruded atop the organ which spanned from his pelvis to just before the tip. Five slightly smaller subsidiary veins branched off and down the sides of it, disappearing back inside the penis's dorsal side. Of all the physical gifts that God and Darwin had conspired to bless him with, of which there were many, his proud and mighty cock was likely the greatest.

His meat was straining inside the skin that covered it and screamed for release. It had been a week since his last lay and his biological imperative was beginning to revolt. He told himself: "Just a few more hours my friend, just a few more hours." To most people one week might not sound so bad, but to Bret Atwater, it seemed like an eternity.

Bret lived in the Township of Eastborough, Kansas (population 2000) which was completely surrounded by the city of Wichita, Kansas (population 360,000). He lived in an old money, for lack of a better definition, mansion with is mother Jillian and his father, well technically his stepfather, Ben. Bret's actual father had died before he was born and Jillian had married Ben before Bret could walk. Ben raised Bret as his own and despite the pair of half sisters that he produced with Jillian in the earliest years of their marriage, it was obvious that Bret was his favorite.

Bret got better than average grades growing up, but at a young age, it was clear that his true talents were in athletics. First with T-Ball, then soccer next was baseball, then wrestling, soon he found track and field, but it was in middle school that he found his one, true passion, football. Once he hit his teenage years, he began to focus and hone his athletic pursuits towards the gridiron.

In the fall, he played football, middle linebacker, a position that he started at on varsity from the first time that he stepped onto the field. When the season ended, he competed in Power Lifting, and then came wrestling and finally Track and field. He typically placed in all of the events or given state honors. He even played for the local Rugby Club during the summers to stay active.

He spent his first two years of high school attending a privileged, private school where he was the biggest and brightest star on campus, a constant source of school pride, and female adoration. He took advantage of his status from day one learning the art of sex with all the girls he could get his hands on. Pretty or ugly, fat or thin, popular or outcast, first year through forth, student or faculty, any race or culture, he went after them all.

His favorite of all though were the moms. The first was the mother of friend and she was amazing, patient and sex-crazed at the same time. Among his other exploits there, he had a handful of MILF's before his junior year.

At that time, Bret and Ben both felt that many major college football programs were overlooking Bret, crediting his inflated stats to being a big fish in a small pond. They decided to enroll him in the biggest city school, on a team with an already established middle linebacker. There, as in every other venue, he triumphed, both athletically and sexually.

Soon he was more prolific than ever before, girls, their moms, friend's moms, teachers, teacher's wives. More and more now the husbands began wanting to watch and this is how Bret became familiar with the Slutwife-Cuck-n' Bull lifestyle. He began to read hookups like apposing offenses. He could recognize which wives wanted to be degraded, which ones liked it rough. He could tell which husbands just wanted to see their wife get a good fucking and which ones needed to be humiliated. 

The one, non-genetic, advantage that he had over the others was his age. He was born in the grey area where he could have gone to Kindergarten and been on the younger side of his class, or he could have waited a year and been on the older side. Jillian elected to keep him to herself one more year. Now that made him eighteen years old during the summer before his senior year. As soon as he was 100% legal, he joined one of those adult finder sites that exist to help people who wanted sex to be able to meet up. He posted a profile to spread his territory beyond the limits of his school. Bret still intended to pursue the co-eds, but only half the student body had a pussy, but all of them came from one, and he was going to experience all of them that he could.

Despite all of this, he was still suffering from a five-day drought, the reason for this, football. Fall had well arrived now, and the high school football season was coming to a close. Bret was having his best season yet and this week he went up against one of the highest rated offenses in the nation, much less the state. Recruiters from nearly all of the major college football programs, from coast to coast and border to border came to witness the irresistible force meet the immovable object. For five days, he tuned out his teachers in class, drawing plays in the margins of his textbooks. For five afternoons, he pushed himself harder than ever in practice, and for five nights, he laid awake in bed running through every possible scenario in his mind.

Friday night arrived and soon enough all of the hype and speculation finally ended when Bret lead the defense and the team to a seventeen to nothing shutout. Bret had his personal best performance including a first quarter goal line stand where he made a third down tackle with his feet in the end zone followed by a fourth down interception that he ran 100 plus yards the other direction for a touchdown.

After the game, he caught a quick shower and was taken all over town from one hotel room to another by his parents where they all met with coaches from all over the entire country. Bret's career stats combined with that night's stellar performance would have sold him on their own merit, but Ben's salesmanship skills were in overdrive and had the coaches playing catch-up the entire time. Added to all that was Jillian's abundance of charm and physical beauty; those coaches were putty in her hands.

Dozens of times throughout the night Bret could not help but notice that all of the recruiters were obviously imagining what it would be like to fuck his mother, a fact that would sour them to most people, but not Bret. For one thing, Bret knew that she was hot without the observed or stated perceptions of others, and two, he had been told at one time or another by all of his guy friends and more than one girl, about how badly they wanted to fuck his mother. His response was typically "That's okay, I already fucked yours." More often than not, it was true, and in those cases, more often than not, they knew it. Bret, Ben and Jillian pulled into their driveway as the sun began to peak over the distant horizon, all of them knew that Bret had his choice of any program in the country.

That had been Friday, it was now Saturday afternoon, and Bret was up, showered and began to walk out the aches and pains that he felt every morning after a game. He soon felt better and fired up the PC in his bedroom and wasted precious little time logging in to see about his possible conquest for the night.

The profile name that he had chosen for the adult finder website was "10inch Nick". 10 inches referring to his cock and Nick from his middle name Nicolas. There was a girl on the yearbook staff that he was fucking who agreed to take pictures of him nude, some aroused, some not, in her bedroom, with his head out of the picture. Next they took close up shots of his cock next to a beer can to show its relative girth and next to a ruler to show its length. In the field where he was to describe his interests, he entered "Young, HUNG, and full of cum. I pack some serious meat and am willing to fuck single, attached, or married women, with or without their husband there."

From day one, his in-box was filled with messages that so-and-so has sent you a message and wants to meet you. He received "let's meet up" and "we can travel" messages from all over the state and before too long all the adjacent states. It seemed that the entire Midwest wanted Bret to fuck them or their wife and Bret quickly set out trying to accommodate them.

For the last few weeks, he was contacted by, and trading messages with a couple that went by "Eve & Ken in Wichita". They were an early forties couple that had blown their load over his profile. The wife had been fingering herself to his pictures ever since she had laid eyes on them. They posted no pictures of Ken, but the ones of Eve were gold. She was a hot blonde with a great ass, both wide and thick. She was thin enough to tell that she was in shape and meaty enough to look like she could fuck like a thoroughbred. Her face was always blurred out, but he somehow knew that she had to be pretty. The rest of their photos were taken at a variety of hotel rooms. Some were of her on all fours, some she was playing with her pussy, or she was spread out on the bed. Other pics showed cum, presumably from a guy they met up with, splattered on her chest, or leaking out of her swollen cunt lips. "Eve & Ken in Wichita" claimed to be in the lifestyle for years and that Bret was the most impressive specimen they had ever come across. He had also come highly recommended to Ken in the website's chat room by a man that had watched "10inch Nick" wreck his own wife three times already and was planning on many more.

The last contact that he had with "Eve & Ken" had been the previous weekend. On Friday night, the couple sent him the message that they were ready and eager to hook up sometime. It was at that point that Bret sent his make-or-break demand and told them "She must do Anal, or I am not interested". Later they would reply, "she's never done anal before in her entire life". Bret reinforced his position by informing them that "She will for me". Soon enough the two replied, "She is willing and a little excited by the idea". By this time it was Sunday, and Bret offered the couple the following Saturday to do the deed. Eve & Ken sent a message back to let Bret know that they had something big on the night before and that if all went well they could make it Saturday, otherwise they might have to reschedule with him.

Bret was happy to see, when he had logged on that all had gone well for "Eve & Ken" better than expected as it turns out and their message ended with "Tonight at the Hilton, Room 451, 8:00pm". Bret smiled to himself and sent them a message "I'll be there".

He switched off his PC right as a single knock rapped at the door followed instantly by Jillian swinging his door open. "Oh!" she said somewhat startled "I thought that you were still asleep".

Bret noticed that his mother was dressed up much more than normal for a typical Saturday and she had an enthusiasm about her and Bret read the situation instantly and could have predicted her next words. She said, "Well, we are so proud of you honey... Anyway, Ben and I-" "Are going to have a weekend getaway..." "I know, I know" Bret finished for her.

"That transparent am I?" she joked. For years, as long as Bret could remember, about once or so a month Ben and Jillian would take weekend getaways. When he and his sisters were younger, they had sleepover babysitters, now they were just given notice and they went.

"I want you to swear that you will have no more than three friends over, and NO GIRLS!" the mother instructed her son. He knew that by technically not breaking the structure of the oath his mother demanded of him by Bull-fucking Eve in front of her husband in some hotel room, he was probably breaking it in substance. He chose to skirt around it and simply say, "Okay mom" "Okay" she repeated as she moved into hug him. She handed him a folded piece of paper "This is the information about where we will be staying, call if you need anything... I'm so proud of you." she said one last time as she left his room.

Had he bothered to read the note instead of hastily stuffing it into his pocket, Bret would have learned an inconvenient truth, but his mind was already on that night's festivities. They say that a watched pot never boils and this day Bret learned that lesson well. As he watched movies on TV, he did all kinds of calisthenics, push-ups, sit-ups, squats and dips; he wanted his muscles to be bulging when he finally got Eve on the bed. In what seemed like days, the hours did pass and 7:30pm finally arrived.

Some twenty minutes later, he arrived in the Hilton lobby and waited another painful five minutes before getting on the elevator. Soon he found room 451 and knocked. Three seconds later Bret's life changed forever; BEN opened the door! The two men's eyes met and each looked as though they had just seen a ghost and each turned as white as one. A rosy cheeked Jillian with wine glass in hand came staggering in to view.

"Is that... Oh... My God! Bret, what are you doing here?" Gasped Jillian. At that moment the reality of the situation hit Bret like a doomsday meteor impact. All those weekend getaways his parents had gone on over the years had been hook ups for young men to fuck his mother while the only father he had ever known watched. Ben, used his middle name Kennedy to come up with Ken and Eve came from Evette, Jillian's middle name. The cum splattered tit's in their profile pictures were the very same pair that he had nursed on as an infant. The semen was dripping from his mother's swollen cunt lips in those pictures. Bret had stroked his cock to pictures of his own mother and she had played with her pussy looking at pictures of his cock. Ben had been taking Bret's mother to get fucked by strangers for years. 

Bret was full of anger and excitement, despite how badly he didn't want to, he couldn't help but to read the situation, as always, and he knew, Ben wanted humiliation and Jillian, his sweet mother, wanted fucked hard and degraded.

"Bret Honey..." Jillian began. "I'm Nick mom!" he said as he stepped inside the room closing the door behind him. "Son, what are you talking about?" asked Ben. "Nick, fucking ten inch Nick." Bret explained to them. The couple both went silent and shades whiter as the realization struck them. Bret remembered how excited Jillian had seemed earlier that day, excited, it turns out, about getting fucked in the ass by some young Bull. He looked her up and down. Her five feet and eight inches of height was exaggerated by five inch heels, off white that caused her calves to be constantly flexed and shapely looking. She wore a likewise colored summer dress which again didn't cover even half of her thigh, just low enough to cover the curves of her perfectly balanced ass between soft and firm. The dress clang tightly to her torso highlighting her 36D-26-36 figure, her hard nipples poked though the fabric betraying her lack of a bra.

Bret was aroused by the situation, he wished it had never come to pass, but it had; with little indecision he knew that he was here to be the Bull. "Um... Okay, this is awkward for all of us, why don't we just go home and we can talk..."

"No way!" Bret interrupted Jillian with authority. "You came here to get fucked like a little slut, I came here to fuck a slut, and Ben, well Benny, you came here to see your wife used like a slut" Bret said all the while removing his shirt and exposing his powerful upper body. The adults stood in stunned silence as the young stud started removing articles of clothing bearing a look that they had never seen from him before. Jillian's mind was all over the place, she decided to try again.

"Okay this needs to sto-OH!" she screamed as her son reached under her dress and inserted a finger into her bare, panty-less vagina. Her warm cum that had been accumulating all day, coated his fingers.

"Doesn't feel like you want to stop to me. What do you think Bennie?" Bret ask as he removed his finger from his mother and smeared her fuck-goo under Bens nose like a mustache. Her pungent scent filled Ben's nostrils and his cock began to stir in his pants.

"Well? What about it Ben do you think she wants to go home un-fucked?" Ben turned beet red with embarrassment. Bret chuckled at his stepfather's aroused state. "Well, that makes it unanimous then doesn't it?" With that he roughly pushed Jillian in the chest throwing her to the bed. "Take your shit off and sit down in that chair" Bret pointed out for Ben as he climbed on the bed between his mother's legs.

He put his hands on the insides of her thighs and spread them wide as he lowered his head to her pussy. First his tongue made contact with her labia, soaked and laden with her cum. The abundance of it clang to his face and chin and every time he moved his face away from her pussy, the strands of her cum bridged the gaps. Her vagina was super sensitive today as it was, but she could tell that Bret knew his way around a clit as he masterfully manipulated hers. Licks, nibbles and long strokes of his tongue were used in unpredictable patterns. She moaned and reached her hands down into her son's hair. She looked over to the chair where her husband sat and saw him jerking his raging little, in comparison, hard-on.

Bret moved his face away from Jillian's cunt hole. He stuck his pinky into his mouth before plunging it into his mother's sphinkter, bending his ring finger and inserting his pointer and middle fingers into her sloppy cunt and his thumb rubbed her clitoris. He reached his other hand up to her throat and lightly choked her as he then lowered his tongue to assist his thumb on her love button.

He could tell that the added stimulation of her asshole had caused her some discomfort as she began to buck and wiggle her hips. He bit, not ruthlessly, but sternly on her clit hood and curled his pinky inside her rectum to get her hips under control. It worked and he continued this two hole manipulation for some time pushing his mother to orgasm after orgasm.

Bret moved his hands to the undersides of her knees and pushed them up to her chest. This caused her ass to rise off the bed and into the air. Bret took his tongue of off of her clit, and moved it to her virgin asshole. He was pleased to taste that she had obviously taken some precautions to make sure that it was as clean as she could get it and had no taste to speak of. Having never had any ass play beyond the occasional playful spankings, every movement of his tongue excited her every anal, nerve ending. She began to grunt and make noises very uncharacteristic of her normal behavior.

She never imagined that she could cum from anal manipulations but sure enough her pussy began to leak and drip like mad and her body convulsed. Her moan turned more to soft whining. "Oh... FUCK... yeah! Eat my ass baby. Eat my whore ass!" she managed to grunt out between whimpers of pleasure.




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Once he decided that she was worked up into a sufficient frenzy he decided that it was time for head. While he could've by this point just demanded she suck his cock, and all of them knew it, he chose instead to use this opportunity to explore Bull behaviors. Without a word he gripped her thighs and pulled her thick, MILF ass to his chest as he rose to his knees. Moved his hands under her raised ass and thrust her hard, flipping her 180 degrees flopping on her face at he knees.

He grabbed a hand full of her lovely blonde hair and pulled her by it to the corner of the mattress. "Take it out Whore." He demanded of her. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she obediently reached her trembling hands to his jeans. He pulled her head extremely close to his crotch as she lowered his pants reveling that his member, still covered by his boxers, was at least semi erect. She grabbed the waste line of his boxers and tugged on them. The instant that the waist band cleared the lowest tip of his cock, it sprang up and smacked her in the face.

Jillian took the member into her mouth and groaned, impressed not just with its length, but especially the girth. Right handed, she naturally wanted to use her dominant hand to help her work this monstrous cock in her face. 

"If you're going to touch my cock you're going to do it with your wedding ring hand, Fuck meat." Bret commanded before she could grip it. She quickly switched hands as began to stroke the half of the shaft that couldn't fit into her struggling mouth.

Ben moaned from his chair as he saw the wedding ring he had bought her moving up and down the length of his stepson's superior cock. Bret pulled the cock from his mother's mouth, gripped it himself and smacked it hard in rapid succession, against her face. Each smack was amplified with the wet smack from her saliva. Quickly he pulled her hair back, inserted his cock into her mouth and began to fuck her throat in powerful, violent thrusts.

Little gag tears mixed with her mascara began to trail down the sides of her face. She was making obscene air gasps as she was choking with each stroke. Her big, blue, watery eyes looked up into her son's as he abused her mouth with his cock. She was slobbering uncontrollably; her own spit was leaking at the corners of her mouth and soon trails of saliva were dangling from her chin.

He could feel his testicles trying to tighten up, the sensation that came right before his ejaculation. As much as he did want to shoot his load down her throat, he fought off the urges. Needing to cum and holding it was a mind game and he knew the longer he held off, the more that would build up. And he was determined for this to be his best performance.

As he was skull fucking his mother he happened to look at the mattress behind her; there was a one foot diameter wet spot in center of the bed. He hadn't realized how much she had cum when he ate her out, and was still contributing to it as he abused her mouth. His Bull instincts kicked in. He pulled his cock from her mouth, a long trail of spit and pre-cum connected them for a moment before he flipper her around now with her ass and pussy facing him.

Bret looked over to his dad, who had already cum all over himself in the chair and was cleaning the mess with some tissues. Ben looked up to see the younger man looking at him and froze. Bret gestured towards his straining hard cock.

"You wanna do the deed here?" Bret asked him. Ben stumbled as he came out his chair, and then greedily reached for the massive cock. He stroked it a couple of times as he looked at it in amazement and then eased it into his wife's pussy.

"OH... So Fucking big!" Jillian cried as Bret began to inch his beast slowly into his mother.

"You like that slut?" Bret asked of her.

"Yes!, Fuck Yes!" She cried out as he moved another inch into her.

"Then say it cunt!" Bret demanded as he eased out slightly before thursting the few inches he had already stretched her back in.

"I love your big cock! Fucking me like a Pig Whore!" she bellowed as he moved a few more inches into her.

Soon he felt his tip against her cervix and looked down, sad that the last few inches of his meat wouldn't be going into her, but excited now, knowing that he could begin to seriously fuck her.

He pushed the back of her head down, forcing her face into the massive wet spot that her pussy had made. He pushed down slightly on the small of her back moving the back of her hips down and moving her clit upwards so that it touched the bottom of his shaft. Bret began to fuck her in ernest. Slowly at first, but hard and focused, he felt her warm pussy oozing the entire time causing a queef with each in stroke and a wet squish at the end.

The thought of her own son plunging in and out of her as her face was pinned to a mattress wet with her own juices was by far the sluttiest thing Jillian had ever done, and it was pushing her into overdrive. Soon she began to thrust her own hips back on Bret's cock.

As the fucking grew in intensity the labia began to roll up inside of her with each thrust and then roll out with each retraction. Their rhythm was perfectly synchronized as Bret was fucking her for all she was worth and her screams and whimpers, even though they were going directly into the cum soaked mattress, were filling the room. Her hard clitoris was pushing into the soft underside of his cock, milking it with each stroke. After each child had been born Jillian had done extensive kegel exercises and they soon came into play as she instinctively began to rip his cock with her cunt muscles.

All of these sensations began to overtake Bret's willpower and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back for long. Despite his best efforts, the first shot fired deep in her fuck tunnel, he had pulled his cock nearly out as the second and third shots fired into her, but a suction had been formed by her labia around his cock head and he had to push on her ass with one hand before it was finally pulled free with a vulgar and audible popping sound. Jillian's vaginal walls continued to spasmatically contract a few times causing a snapping sound as the last few shots of her son's load coated the exterior of her vagina and ass.

The last bit of cum that was dripping out of his cock tip, he wiped on one ass cheek before giving her a solid slap on the other. His cock was still hard as a rock as he stepped back away from the bed. Jillian kept her face down for a moment before rolling onto her back, blushed and winded. Bret noticed Ben had cum on himself.

It was only seconds that passed in silence, no one knowing what should be done next but to all there it felt like hours. In the uncomfortable silence Bret realised that even though he was their son, in this hotel room he was also their Bull. He stepped over to Ben, grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him across the room to the bed and lead Ben's face into Jillian's semen soaked pussy.

Jillian grabbed her husband by the hair and held him there. Ben was hesitant at first, but then began to get into the activity slurping and slopping up as much of the fuck mixture as he could. It was pungent, salty, bitter and stringy. At first, a few times he thought that was going to vomit but caught himself and soldiered forward. Rutting in her ravaged vagina like a pig in slop.

Bret's cock had not shrunk an inch and was still ready for action. He pushed his father out of the way and lifted his mother to her feet. "Lay down on the floor." He demanded of her, which she complied to. He sat on the edge of the bed at her feet. He reached down and lifted her lower body, sliding her torso to rest against the bed, her ass in the air and her head, neck and shoulders on the floor.

He looked down into his mother's eyes as he spat upon her puckered ass. "It is time to earn my services here tonight." Bret smirked at her as he moved the head of his cock to her brown eye. She squirmed and bucked a few times crying out as he forced his cock into her back door. After a few minutes of trying he was able to push the head forward past the sphincter. She began to cry out loudly enough that Bret was worried that the people in the adjacent rooms might call the cops. He reached down and again lightly choked her as he continued to inch his mighty cock into her lately virgin ass.

For the first several minutes her asshole was working against her, trying to clamp down and push her son's monster cock out causing her intense and undo pain. Soon she got herself to relax and the cock dipped deep enough to fill her up but not so deep as to damage anything. Sodomy was an art form, not enough and you don't get the job done and too much results in a hospital visit. Bret began ass fucking her like a champ. She squealed and groaned and grunted slutishly while being choked as her son plundered her ass savagely.

This went on for the better part of twenty minutes before he felt the load approaching, and the ultra tightness and warmth of his mother's rectum was too much to resist and soon he shot another massive load deep in her bowls with no effort to withdraw this time. He lifted the hand from her throat and she gasped and groaned intensely as Bret pulled his cock from her colon. Her ass gaped after he withdrew, wide enough to swallow a golf ball. Bret moved down her body moving his ass and cum coated cock to her mouth. She accepted it with no reservations as she lovingly cleaned Bret's softening cock.

Bret's got to his feet as his spent mother slid down to the floor at his feet. Bret felt light headed as he looked to Ben who had of course, once again covered himself in his own jerk juice. In silence Bret put his clothes back on and left the hotel room without speaking a word.

He got home and showered for the second time that day, it was nearly midnight when he stepped out of the shower and dried off. As he opened the bathroom door he saw Ben in his PJs and Jillian in her nightgown. They were standing at their bedroom doorway kissing each other tenderly. Ben had a pillow tucked under one arm. They stopped kissing and looked up at Bret. Ben walked down the hall. "Goodnight son." Ben smiled at Bret as he passed him before turning into Bret's Bedroom.

"Mom?" Bret asked of his mother. "Your father will be sleeping in your room tonight, you will sleep with me." She told him, now with the authority of a mother to her child. "When your sisters are here we will wait until they are asleep before we switch, when they aren't we won't pretend that we are something else between the three of us."

Bret didn't know what to say. "Finish drying off and then come to bed honey." Jillian said as she turned back into her bedroom shutting the door behind her, leaving Bret alone in the hallway.