****** Making Full Use of His Mouth by WimpHub ******
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Making Full Use of His Mouth


The following is Michelle's own story of how her life changed completely, and
for the better after meeting a man who was able to make her happy and
fulfilled.

Chapter 1

My name is Michelle Piper. I am 38 years old, blonde, and am told I have a
pretty face and a great figure despite having two children. I have been married
for over twenty years to Bill, a weak-willed, weedy little man who on
reflection must be the worst husband any woman could be landed with. We have
two daughters, Sarah Michelle who is 18, and 16 year old Melissa Joan. Both are
very pretty, if I say so myself, and like me both are blondes.

I had been a virgin when I married Bill, and throughout our marriage had
decided that sex was vastly overrated, it certainly did nothing for me. We had
the girls early on in the marriage, so I concentrated on looking after them. I
got little help from my wimpy husband, having to make all the decisions about
the girls, and indeed everything else. As a result, I became very close to the
girls as they grew up, while they became increasingly aware of what a useless
specimen he was.

It was about six months ago that I confided in the girls that now they were
growing up and needed me less, I was becoming more and more fed up with the
unexciting and sterile life I was living with their father. Being of the age
when they were increasingly interested in the opposite sex, they began to
encourage me to find a nice handsome man to have fun with. In fact Sarah
introduced me to the uncle of her current boyfriend when we chanced to meet
them while shopping. He was gorgeous! His name was Al Cappuchino, and though I
didn't know at first, it didn't bother me after a few dates that he was a
prominent local gangster. I slept with him on our second date, and for the
first time in my life I felt like a real woman. He was a fantastic and
considerate lover, and for the first time I experienced an orgasm. I knew then
I was not going to give this man up, whatever my husband thought. Thankfully Al
felt the same, and after a couple of months we decided to confront Bill.

I remember the moment well. Al, Bill, the girls and I were sat in our lounge.
Bill knew exactly who Al was, and looked more than a little frightened,
wondering what was going to happen. Al got straight down to business and spoke
to Bill.

"It's like this asshole," he began. "I have been fucking your wife for the past
few weeks, and we have both decided we like it an awful lot. So much so in
fact, that neither of us wants to fuck anyone else." My shocked and bewildered
husband's face was a picture.

"Y-you are not serious Michelle, surely," he pleaded. "You are my wife, we have
spent 20 years together, you can't suddenly go off with someone else!"

"Oh yes I can," I responded. "They were twenty lousy years for me Bill, with
pathetic sex and a weak husband who could not make a decision to save his life.
Now I have found a real strong man who takes charge. And he makes me come,
something you have never been able to do with that tiny excuse for a cock." The
girls giggled at the last remark.

"Right," said Al, a man of few words. "You know the score, touch your wife
again and you are a dead man. Also you do exactly as she tells you, or you have
me to deal with." With that he got up, kissed me goodbye and left.

"Well," I smiled, as we all sat down again. "Perhaps we should start discussing
divorce."

"No!" exclaimed my husband desperately. "Please Michelle, have an affair with
him if you must, but don't leave me."

"You had better go upstairs," I told him. "I will need to discuss this with the
girls."

After he left, Sarah, Melissa and I got down to talking. We all agreed that it
would be no great loss to any of us if Bill left, so we set about thinking up
some ideas which would provide fun for us and the maximum humiliation for him,
and find out if he was desperate enough to go along with them.

Half an hour later, I called my husband back down, and told him to sit and
listen carefully.

"The girls and I have decided," I began. "That we will all stay together, but
as you will not be a proper husband in future, you will have to provide other
services for all of us. The first of those will be toilet service."

"I don't understand," Bill replied.

"It means you eat shit stupid!" Melissa snarled at him.

"And drink piss," added Sarah. "Lots of it, every day from all of us."

"You wouldn't do that surely," Bill exclaimed. "That is disgusting!"

"True," I smiled. "But if you want to stay you will have to put up with it.
Also, as your cock will be of no further use it will have to be locked up
permanently."

"Yes," said Melissa gleefully. "No more sex for you with Mom or anyone, ever!"

"And no nasty jerking off to relieve yourself," added her sister. "Your balls
kept frustratingly full, with no way of relieving the pressure!" We all laughed
at the thought of this.

"In addition," I continued. "I will expect you to clean my pussy with your
mouth every time Al has emptied his balls into me, as a constant reminder of
your cuckold status. There will no doubt be other distasteful and humiliating
duties for you as we go along. I can see this is a shock for you, and you will
need time to think about it. You sleep on the couch tonight, and let me know
your decision in the morning." The girls and I got up to go to bed.

"Just think daddy," Melissa said in his ear. "Eating mouthfuls of soft, warm,
foul smelling shit every day before licking our assholes clean!"

"Yes," Sarah went on. "And being driven to distraction by your wife's sexy
body, while she teases and taunts you and denies you sexual release!" The three
of us went up laughing happily, as my husband contemplated his future.

As I expected, Bill told me next morning that he wanted to stay, and would
accept my terms. Smiling wickedly, I sent him off to work and told him his new
role would begin that evening.

When he returned from work, the girls and I were waiting in the lounge dressed
only in short robes. Bill looked apprehensive as he caught sight of us.

"Look girls," I laughed. "Our mobile toilet has arrived!" Sarah and Melissa
giggled.

"Almost time to eat shit daddy," Melissa said excitedly.

"I can hardly wait," Sarah added.

I told Bill to come over to me and pull down his trousers and underwear, so
that I could fit the cock cage I had bought that morning. He was very red
faced, standing in this humiliating position in front of his own daughters.

"My," said Sarah sarcastically. "That is going to be a big loss to womanhood!"
We all laughed out loud, as I locked up the cage.

"There you are daddy," laughed Melissa. "The end of your sex life!"

"But not mine eh Bill?" I smiled, looking up at him. "I will have Al's huge
cock to please me any time I want it. I may even let you watch sometime, to see
what you are missing!" More derisive laughter rang in my husband's ears.

I then told Bill to go upstairs and undress, and then lie down in the shower,
as we were all ready to use his mouth. He was in position when we all went up a
few minutes later, looking very uncomfortable and not a little frightened.
Melissa went straight over to him.

"Open nice and wide," she said. "You have a lot of shit to swallow." Bill did
as he was told. "Wider!" she shouted, kicking him hard in the side. He strained
to open as wide as he could, and Melissa bent down and released a huge gob of
spit into his mouth.

"He's ready for you Mom," she told me. "Go for it!"

I stood over my pathetic wimp of a husband and smiled down at him.

"I should have done this to you years ago," I informed him. "I can't think of a
better way of showing my contempt for you than filling your mouth with my foul
waste, and then watching while you eat it."

I straddled his head, lifted my robe and brought my ass down just above his
wide-open mouth.

"Make him have it Mom!" encouraged Sarah.

"Yeah," added Melissa. "Fart in his face a few times to let him know how much
you despise him!"

I did just that, as I prepared to release the first of many turds he would
receive in the future. As I strained, I could feel the shit begin to slide out
towards Bill's mouth.

"It's coming!" yelled Melissa.

"Look," Sarah said. "That big turd has completely filled his mouth, see how
stupid he looks!"

I turned to face my husband, his cheeks bulging with the filth I had just
deposited in his mouth. I told him to hold it there for a while, to savour it.
We laughed as he gagged on the awful mess, having great trouble in keeping the
log in there. Finally, I told him to start chewing, and we all watched
entranced as he struggled to chew and swallow my waste without throwing up.

"How was it?" I asked, when his mouth was finally empty.

"God, it was awful," he replied, still gagging. "I have never tasted anything
so foul."

"That's a pity," I replied. "Because I reckon you have at least another five
turds to eat before we have finished with you, and that's not counting the piss
we are going to give you to wash it down!"

I resumed my position over his mouth, and proceeded to feed him another turd.
Melissa taunted him that this was the only way he had been any use to any of
us, and that if she had her way, shit would be all he would ever eat. Sarah
agreed, and told him she couldn't wait to tell all her friends that her father
was a shit-eating ass licker. How we all laughed at his horrified expression!

When I had finished, I made Bill lick my ass clean before filling his mouth
with warm piss. He gurgled a lot, but managed to drink just about all of it.
Then Sarah moved forward to use him.

"Please Sarah," Bill pleaded. I feel sick. Couldn't you wait until later?"

"No I couldn't," she replied firmly. "I will use your toilet mouth when I want
to, not when it suits you. Now get it open, I have a big load to give you."

Sarah released her first log into Bill's mouth, telling Melissa how good it
felt to degrade her wimp father in this way, and what a treat she was in for.
My husband looked increasingly sick, as the shit was forced into him.
Eventually Sarah was finished, and after being cleaned gave way to her sister.

"Feeling sick asshole?" Melissa laughed at Bill. He nodded, looking decidedly
green.

"I have a feeling you will be feeling a lot sicker when I have finished," she
told him. "After what I have been eating, I don't think mine will be coming out
in lumps!"

She was quite right. After kneeling either side of his body facing his feet,
Melissa brought her ass down to his mouth and let forth a stream of dark brown
thick liquid, which took him by surprise and made him swallow quickly. He
groaned at the nauseous feeling building up in his stomach.

"Don't you dare throw it up," warned Melissa. "Or I will hurt you!"

Bill kept it down with difficulty, particularly as he had to then lick clean
her shit-splattered asshole. When she had treated him to her piss, Melissa
stood up, and to our surprise stepped on her father's chest. She then proceeded
to walk down his body. As she reached his crotch, she stamped hard on his cock
and balls and ground her heel into them, causing him to cry out in agony.

"Oh Melissa, you are cruel," I laughed.

"Yes," agreed Sarah. "You are a real teenage witch!"


Chapter 2

The next day set the pattern of how things would be in future. I slapped my
husband awake first thing, and dragged him to the bathroom where the girls were
waiting. We all lined up to make him drink the large amount of piss we had
accumulated overnight, with the girls, now warming to the situation, adding
several huge gobs of spit for him to swallow.

When he returned home in the evening, Melissa told Bill to wait in the
bathroom, and then followed on to have her daily dump in his reluctant mouth.
Then we would have dinner, making sure he ate every mouthful even though his
appetite had gone completely. Then Sarah took his hand and led him upstairs for
his "dessert". As if that were not enough, when my dinner had settled he was
back upstairs to receive my shit. We were having a great time, but my poor
husband was feeling permanently ill. Needless to say, he got no sympathy from
any of us only threats to beat the shit out of him if he did not hold on to it
all!

While all this was happening, Al was away on business, and I was missing him
badly. When he phoned on his return two weeks later, and invited me over I
decided to test out how Bill's cock cage was working. I made him bathe me,
soaping my whole body slowly with his bare hands, and then helping me into the
new, sexy black underwear I had bought for the occasion.

"Do you think these will make Al want to fuck me?" I taunted him. He just hung
his head.

"Do they make you want to fuck me?" I teased.

"You know they do," he replied miserably.

"Well I'm sorry darling," I laughed. "You have no chance. Only Al is allowed to
slide his cock into my wet pussy and fill it with cum." I laughed at him as I
saw tears of frustration and jealousy fill his eyes. I finished dressing, and
told him to wait up, as I would be home later. This surprised him, as I
normally stayed overnight at Al's place.

It was after one when I returned, and Bill was sitting on the sofa waiting for
me. He asked why I had asked him to wait up.

"I just thought you might like to see what a woman's body looks like when she
has been fucked properly," I told him, as I sensuously stripped off my clothes.
"Look how red my tits are. That's because my lover has been playing with them
and sucking them. See how puffy my poor pussy is, that's because the horny
bastard insisted on fucking me four times. Get on your knees and have a closer
look before you suck me clean."

I gave him a close up view of my well-fucked pussy, before ordering him to suck
Al's cum out of me. After five minutes, he said he thought I was thoroughly
clean. I agreed, but said he had not made me come, and that he would stay down
there until he had. He carried on lapping, with me giving instructions,
regularly slapping his face hard when he got it wrong. After about an hour, I
got my orgasm, and pulled his very red face away from me. He looked up
pathetically, and said he knew he wasn't allowed to fuck me, but could he
please have some relief.

"Is it really bad?" I asked, smiling cruelly.

"It's terrible," he replied. "Not just the frustration, my balls ache with all
the pressure."

"Oh dear," I laughed. "Just think how much worse it is going to be as the weeks
go by! Now stop whining, and get into bed. You have to be up early to drink the
girl's piss." I laughed again, as I went upstairs leaving him kneeling there
feeling very sorry for himself.


Chapter 3

Things moved on a stage some weeks later. We had known for some months that we
would have a foreign exchange student named Martina staying with us for a few
weeks, and Melissa had been in contact with her by email for a while getting to
know about her.

I said to Melissa I was a little worried about Martina coming, considering how
we were treating her father. She reassured me straightaway, telling me she had
told her friend all about it. She also had the distinct impression that the
young girl would like to be involved with his humiliation.

A couple of weeks later, Martina arrived. She was a sweet looking young girl,
dark haired with a trim figure. When we met I remarked on how fit she looked,
and she told me she played a lot of tennis. After Sarah Melissa and I had spent
some time getting to know her, we brought Bill in, naked except for his cage
for maximum humiliation in front of the girl. From our short acquaintance, I
had deduced that, behind the sweet exterior was a strong minded young woman
used to getting her own way, so I knew she would not be fazed by this.

"So, this is the one you all use as your toilet," she remarked. "I can see that
he is no use to a woman in any other way!" We all laughed at her scornful
comment, and Bill reddened visibly.

"Tell me," Martina continued. "How long has he worn the cage?"

"About two months," I replied.

"Good," she said. "And do you tease him a lot, make him cry with frustration?"
I told her he was teased regularly, but I hadn't actually had him crying.

"I have made a lot of boys cry at home," the little minx informed me. "Do you
mind if I try with him?"

"Not at all," I responded. "I would love to see that!"

At Martina's request, I removed Bill's cage and made him sit on the sofa.
Martina slipped off her dress and shoes, just leaving her sexy black underwear.
I must admit her trim white body did look very attractive. She sat on Bill's
lap, put her arms round his neck and began kissing him, forcing her tongue into
his mouth. His frustrated cock began to rise immediately. Martina fondled his
balls and started talking to him.

"Those balls are so full," she said. "You poor man, it must be awful for you
sitting at home with your balls full to bursting, knowing that another man is
emptying his into your beautiful wife, and that you will never again be allowed
to." The girls and I sniggered, and Bill whimpered, as Martina "accidentally"
brushed his cock with her hand.

"I am going to make things better," she said, with an evil grin. "I am going to
let you see my tits." She removed her bra.

"There you are," she showed him. "Aren't they lovely and soft? Give them a
kiss, suck my nipples a little."

By now, Bill's cock was fully stiff and throbbing wildly. Martina had only just
started; she pushed him to his knees and removed her panties, revealing her
dark bush. She instructed him to take her pretty feet in his hands and begin
kissing them. From there, she got him to work his way up her smooth legs until
he finally reached her pussy. As she pulled his face into her crotch, I could
see tears welling up in his eyes. She had him lapping at her for half an hour,
all the time taunting him that he would never be allowed to put his cock into a
warm, soft pussy like hers. Eventually, he could take no more, and began
sobbing out loud.

"Oh well done!" Melissa exclaimed, as the three of us applauded her
performance.

"Thank you," she replied. "I hope you will give me the chance to do that often,
while I am here."

"You can count on it," I assured her. "It gives me a real thrill to see him
crying like a baby."

"I need to go now," Martina announced. "Shall we go up to the bathroom?"

The five of us trooped up to the bathroom, and Martina put my husband on his
knees in the shower. She asked us if we only put piss and shit in his mouth,
and the girls told her they often enjoyed spitting in his mouth.

"That's good," the girl replied. "Perhaps you would also like to try this."

With that, she told my husband to open wide and proceeded to force the slimy
contents of her nose into his mouth. This delighted all of us, particularly as
it made Bill gag violently. Martina then told us to watch the next bit,
assuring us that he would hate this more than anything.

"What are you going to do?" enquired Bill, panicking.

"I am going to show you what I had for lunch," she laughed. "Now open wide!"

She pushed two fingers down her throat, and delivered a heavy stream of vomit
right into his mouth and down his throat. The rest of us gasped in amazement.

"Oh he really hated that," cried Melissa. "Look at his face!"

Much to Bill's dismay, Martina had not finished yet. She repeated the process
another couple of times until her stomach was empty. We all applauded her, and
praised her for her inventiveness. She pushed Bill on his back, and put one
foot either side of his head.

"You have had the contents of my stomach," she said to him. "Now you are going
to swallow the contents of my bowel and bladder!"

"No," pleaded Bill. "I feel sick."

"And you will feel much sicker soon," she replied without compassion. "But I
would recommend that you keep it all in your stomach. I get violent if someone
rejects my shit."

Bill could see from her face she meant what she said, and when she fed him
three large turds and a pint of piss, we could see that he was desperately
doing everything he could not to bring it all up. Fortunately for him, he
succeeded.

That was the end of the entertainment for that evening, and four of the five of
us went to bed very happy.


Chapter 4

A few days later, I was chatting with the girls while Bill was at work. Martina
had suggested that we should involve a lot more women in my husband's use as a
toilet, and we all agreed. My two sisters, Susan and Geena, had just returned
from a long holiday, travelling round the country in a convertible. Apparently
they had had a number of adventures which I was keen to hear about. I suggested
that if everyone agreed, I would have a night out with them, leaving their two
teenage daughters to help deal with my husband. Martina told me she had two
classmates staying close by, who would be delighted to come along. This meant
there would be seven teenage girls in the house using Bill for the evening,
plus my sisters and I could join in after our night out. It sounded a great
idea, so we arranged to set it up.

On the Saturday we arranged everything, I had Bill in the bedroom, naked and
minus his cage while I got ready. He of course was totally unaware of what was
going to happen. Minutes later, Susan and Geena arrived in the bedroom. They
had decided to change at my house in order to flaunt their bodies in front of
my husband, and cause him to have an erection he would not be allowed to
satisfy. Both my sisters are beautiful, Susan with her dark hair and big eyes,
Geena blonde and very sexy. The three of us laughed at Bill as we paraded
around in our skimpy underwear, watching his little cock bobbing up and down.

During this bit of fun there was a knock on the door. It was Bridget, Geena's
daughter, dressed in only a short black night-dress. Bridget is a lovely young
girl of 19, with straight blonde hair and a slim attractive figure. She is well
loved by all the family, and is a particular favourite of Bill's sister, her
Aunt Jane.

"Can we have him now?" she asked, taking my husband's hand. "Only all the girls
are here, and some can't wait much longer."

"Of course you can dear," I replied, and Bridget dragged a bewildered Bill away
as the rest of us finished getting ready to go out. Melissa will continue the
story from here.

When Bridget brought daddy into the room, his jaw dropped. In front of him, and
wearing skimpy night-dresses which showed acres of flesh, were a further six
teenage girls. As well as Sarah, Martina and I, there was Cameron, Aunt Susan's
daughter, and Martina's friends Anna and Steffi.

There's something about Cameron. Behind that pretty face, friendly smile, soft
blonde hair and sexy figure is a 17-year-old capable of real cruelty. She
fitted in with the group perfectly.

Anna was the shorter of Martina's two friends. With her long blonde hair, cute
smile and athletic figure, I knew she would drive daddy wild. Steffi was much
taller, with sharper features and a more serious look about her. She too was
blonde and attractive with a firm athletic figure. Martina had told me that
they too both played an awful lot of tennis.

Once daddy was in the room, Martina took over pushing him to his knees.

"The only ladies you don't know are my friends," she said, pulling Anna in
front of him.

"Say hello," she ordered. "Pull her nightie up, and kiss her soft blonde
pussy." Totally embarrassed, daddy put his lips to her vagina, his cock rising
rapidly.

He was made to kiss her several times, and then Anna turned her back to him. He
was told to kiss her smooth young buttocks a few times before parting her ass
cheeks and kissing her rosebud.

"Isn't it a beautiful asshole?" asked Martina. "You will soon have the pleasure
of seeing it open, as it drops a large lump of shit into your mouth, and then
we will all have the pleasure of watching you eat it!" This caused a ripple of
laughter from all us very excited girls.

Steffi was then introduced to daddy, and he became equally familiar with her
pussy and asshole as his little cock waved around, with nowhere to go. Then it
was time for the main business of the evening. Cameron asked if she could go
first, as she was the most desperate. She stood astride daddy's head and lifted
her nightie.

"Look at my pussy uncle," she commanded him. "To a real man, that will be a
source of great sexual pleasure. To you it is just a drinks dispenser. See my
ass? Something for a man to admire and fondle. To you, all it will ever be is a
fast food outlet, starting now!"

She squatted over his mouth, as we all watched in anticipation. After a couple
of farts, we saw a thick, dark brown turd slip easily into my father's gaping
mouth. She like us watched him with delight as he began to chew on her shit.

"Oh I love this!" she squealed. I never knew it would be so much fun to shit in
a man's mouth and see him swallow it!"

And fun it was for all of us, as one by one we squatted over the wimp's face,
and released our shit into his mouth, following up with copious amounts of
piss. Then each of us made him lick our dirty asses spotlessly clean, before
lapping up the last drops of our piss. Amazingly, he kept all of it down, and
equally amazingly, retained an erection all the way through his ordeal.

Bridget, the last girl to use him, was just emptying the last drops of piss
into his mouth when the doorbell rang. It was my maternal grandmother Shirley.
She had not been invited, because Mom did not know how she would react to our
treatment of daddy. She is a lovely woman, with red hair, and has retained the
slim figure she always had when she was a dancer years ago. She is now a widow,
and shares the huge family home with her brother Warren. As I greeted her, I
tried to steer her towards the kitchen. She would have none of it, and made for
the lounge. As she opened the door, daddy was lapping the last drops of
Bridget's piss and it was quite obvious what had been going on. I dreaded her
reaction.

"Well," she said with a huge grin. "At last my pansy of a son in law is being
treated the way he deserves. Well done girls, I hope you have crammed his
miserable stomach with your piss and shit!"

"We certainly have grandma," I said, relieved. "We have really given it to
him!"

She looked down at my humiliated father, and reminded him that it was polite to
stand when a lady enters the room. He stood up quickly, forgetting that his
cock was still erect. Grandma stepped forward and slapped his face hard several
times.

"How dare you have a hard on in front of your mother in law!" she yelled.

"I am sorry Shirley," daddy whined. "I can't do anything about it."

"Oh but I can," grinned Grandma, as she kicked off her shoes and began to
remove her skirt. "Bridget, Cameron could you hold his arms please, and Sarah
and Melissa, hold his legs apart for me will you?" The four of us willingly
jumped up, and held him in position.

Grandma stood in front of daddy, her shapely dancer's legs, and large but
pretty feet enhanced with red nail polish on display.

"Please Shirley, don't," daddy pleaded.

"Sorry Bill," replied Grandma. "I have dreamed of doing this almost from the
first moment I met you, and no amount of begging will stop me. Now brace
yourself, this is going to be painful."

"Hurt him Grandma," Cameron urged.

"Yes," added Bridget. "Bust his balls, make him scream!"

Without warning, Grandma slammed her foot savagely into his balls. Before
anyone could react, she did it again much harder. Daddy screamed in agony, and
as we all let go he dropped to the floor. With the extreme pain that had shot
up his body, there was no way he could hold on to all the shit he had
swallowed, and he puked it all up before writhing on the floor.

"Oh Grandma," I said in sheer admiration. "That was awesome!"

"Yes agreed Sarah. "You are the best Grandma!"

Grandma walked over to daddy, and pushed him on to his back with her foot.

"I am glad you emptied your stomach," she told him. "Now you have room for your
mother in law's piss and shit."

"And Mom's, Aunt Susan's and Aunt Geena's when they return," I added.

Like the rest of us before her, Grandma squatted over daddy and happily
defecated in his well-used mouth. After using his tongue for toilet paper, she
got dressed and kissed us all goodbye, saying she would see us all, especially
daddy very, very soon.

After his painful session, we left daddy alone and about twenty minutes later
Mom and her sisters returned, rather drunk. They went straight over to where he
was sitting forlornly on the rubber mat.

"Look girls," Mom slurred. "It's my shit eating, ass licking cuckold. Have you
eaten lots of teenage shit tonight sweetheart?" She slapped his face back and
forwards a couple of times.

"He really is a useless piece of shit isn't he?" she asked her sisters.

"Certainly is," they agreed, and began slapping him around themselves.

After a minute or two, the tipsy ladies all realised they needed a piss rather
badly, having consumed quite a lot of beer. They all whipped off their panties,
and one by one straddled daddy's head emptying their bladders into their human
toilet bowl. After that, they settled down, and Mom asked me how the evening
had gone.

"Great," I told her. "We even had a visit from Grandma."

"Really?" said Mom, a little worried. "Did she see what was going on?" I
nodded. "Did she say anything?"

"Not much," I replied. "She just stayed long enough to kick daddy very hard in
the balls, and then piss and shit in his mouth."

"Oh dear," said Aunt Susan disappointed. "I would love to have seen her kick
the little prick in the nuts."

"Me too," added Aunt Geena.

Steffi, who had been fairly quiet most of the evening, piped up.

"I have had the pleasure of kicking a few balls recently," she informed us.
"Perhaps I could show you what it was like."

"Oh yes please Steffi," Mom replied enthusiastically. "We would love to see
that."

Despite his vehement protests and pleas, daddy was forced on to his hands and
knees. Martina grabbed him by the hair, while Anna and Bridget went behind to
hold his legs apart. Steffi stood before him, her right foot just under his
face.

"This is the foot that is going to kick you," she announced. "Bend down and
kiss it before I hurt you."

Martina forced his head down and made him kiss Steffi's bare foot half a dozen
times, before the tall girl took her place behind him.

"When you are ready Steffi," Mom said. "As hard as you can please dear."

Steffi swung her leg, and gave daddy a vicious double kick, which again had him
screaming in agony, to the rapturous applause of Mom and her sisters, as well
as the rest of us.

"I don't know about you," remarked Aunt Susan. "But this is really turning me
on!"

"Me too," agreed Mom. "Again please Steffi, harder if you can."

Steffi obliged, and dad's scream was even louder, much to the sadistic delight
of all the women in the room.

"Please make it stop Michelle," daddy sobbed.

"If we do," Aunt Geena interjected. "Will you eat Susan's and my shit?"

"Yes, yes," daddy promised. "Anything you say!"

"Ask us then," said Susan.

"Please Susan, Geena," he whined. "Shit in my mouth, and make me eat it."

"What a fucking loser!" exclaimed Bridget. "The wimp is actually asking women
to shit in his mouth! I can't believe someone could sink so low!" We all
laughed at the beaten and degraded man before us.

"Alright Steffi," said Mom. "He has agreed, so just give him two more hard
ones."

Smiling, Steffi gave him a final two kicks, putting everything into it. Without
allowing him to recover my two aunts forced him on his back, and dumped in his
sobbing mouth.

"That was fun," Susan remarked when they had finished. "We must arrange these
shit and piss orgies more often."

"We will," Mom assured her, and then turned to daddy.

"I have spoken to Al," she told him. "And we have decided you will stay here
whether you like it or not, so you will have to get used to nights like this.
Not only will you serve me, my sisters and our children, but all our friends. I
am also sure that my mother will want to introduce you to her coffee mornings
with her mature lady friends. You know, I almost feel sorry for you, knowing
the amount of female shit you are going to be forced to eat in future."

"You are a terrible liar," laughed Susan, and we all laughed out loud
contemplating what we were going to put him through in future.

Let it be a lesson to all you weak, tiny dicked little wimps out there. You too
could be eating shit, and licking dirty female asses very soon!

WimpHub@Hotmail.com

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