****** In the Family by Jim Anderson ******
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In the Family


I really get off from telling these stories. In case you think my products are
just works of imagination, think again. They may be embellished a little, but
all have foundation in experience.

I've been married a long time, well over ten years. My wife, Bridget, has never
been particularly interested in sex, apart from wanting the several children we
now have. Otherwise, she behaves as though it's an unwelcome duty. The longer
we've been married, the worse it gets. She lets me, but boy does she make me
know it. And she doesn't tolerate any variations that might make it more
interesting. I sometimes think she's training me for necrophilia, as fucking
her must be like fucking a corpse (except a corpse probably wouldn't look
bored, and wouldn't stop me from trying other things).

It made me think there must be something wrong with me, making so little
impact. I've kept trying, for years, to get her to tell me what she'd like,
indicating there's nothing I wouldn't try with her. This gets ignored. She has
very occasionally let me lick her pussy, and starts appearing to enjoy it, but
then pulls back and stops me if my tongue gets too intrusive. Why does she keep
denying herself, which is what I think she is doing? On about three occasions,
she's even let me slip a little way up her ass, when she's been half asleep and
I've lubricated myself well enough to slide in. She's even once at least
appeared to start enjoying that but quickly put a stop to it. Any suggestion of
using a vibrator, whether by me or by her, gets instantly rejected.

I wondered if it was that I'm not big enough, being fairly average, and she
does have a large pussy. Or whether she's into girls but refuses to admit it.
I've hinted several times that she might like to try other, larger men (hoping
that she'd let me watch, but I didn't mention that). Or even women (which I'd
certainly hope to watch). Instant rejection, with a furious glint in her eyes,
and several days of abrupt treatment. This made me wonder whether she's into
sexual domination, as she sure is bossy. I've hinted too that she could abuse
me if she liked, when I've been particularly crude and rude. No response.

Well. I've never been particularly violent, or even forceful, but I had to try
something. The position had always seemed worse because of the comparison with
her slightly older, unmarried sister who often stayed with us when in town.
Karen was better looking than my wife, mainly because she knew how to use her
body to its full effect, and dressed to kill. Sadly, she had become a confirmed
lesbian, and didn't have much time for men any longer.

I suspect she knew I held obscene longings for her, which she did nothing to
discourage by parading about the house in her little panties or even completely
naked at every opportunity. She had a very firm, muscled body, with tight butt,
sinewy legs, surprisingly big tits, and a six-pack stomach that I'd not seen
before on a woman. She worked out all the time. Bridget was even more shy when
Karen was around, covering up her less firm body all the more as Karen stripped
off. An odd pair.

One day, when I'd had far too many beers around the swimming pool, and semi-
nude Karen was chatting alone with me, she noticed I couldn't stop looking at
her pussy and challenged me. In my confusion, I confessed that I was as horny
as hell, because sex with her sister was so unsatisfying. Some excuse. But she
became sympathetic, and we started talking about how we might bring Bridget's
instincts out of the little closet where she kept them well locked up. (I'd
prefer it if Karen had just let me go down on her, but the discussion with her
seemed promising).

I told Karen I didn't mind what Bridget's instincts were. It would just be a
relief to find some. Well Karen had a HOT imagination. She suggested, as
Bridget would never agree to any experimentation, that we had to do it against
her will, and ride out the consequences afterwards. Fine by me, I said. We'd
start trying to see whether she liked other, larger men, and whether she liked
being abused. At the same time, we'd see whether she responded to me being
abused. Karen meant abuse of me by her, in front of Bridget. I agreed, and we
fixed that Karen would return that evening with a couple of unusually well-hung
men, who enjoyed non-consensual fucking. Our kids were away for the whole
weekend.

Around six they arrived, with Karen. Bridget seemed tense. She got more tense
when Karen proceeded to shed her clothes in front of these men Bridget had
never met before, and insisted that we all did the same. The other men stripped
fast. Their cocks were HUGE, uncut, and swinging low. Bridget couldn't believe
her eyes, and said indignantly that she was going to leave. I was quite nervous
at exposing how much smaller my cock was, in front of these monsters. But I
couldn't stop now, and told Bridget that I was going to let these men fuck her
in front of me, whether she liked the idea or not.

She shouted and struggled, but we quickly got her downstairs in the quiet
family room, removed her clothes, slapped her enough to show she'd better
comply, and made her stand naked in the harsh light before us all. She looked
more angry than scared. The enormous boners of the two monsters ought to have
scared her, and mine was as big as it ever gets. We got her tied down on her
front over an upholstered bench, with her ass and legs hanging over one end,
and her head the other. We fixed a device in her mouth to keep it open, but
limit her ability to speak coherently at us. Karen helped us do all this with
such great enthusiasm that I realised she felt horny about her sister as well.
I was sure looking forward to doing different things to Bridget that she
couldn't stop, when Karen reminded me that I was to receive some similar
treatment. She made me lie on my front on a similar bench, tied me down
similarly, and attached some device to my cock and balls that I couldn't see.
She made sure that Bridget could see (glare furiously at) me, and I could see
Bridget, aided by several large wall mirrors. Then the fun began.

The first monster cock was thrust up Bridget's reluctant asshole, at first
slowly and then fast and hard. All the way. In and out. Often. She shrieked her
protest. Until the other monster cock was pushed into her open mouth, choking
off her complaints. Karen hung some nipple clamps on her tits as well, and
weighted them so they hung down each side. Karen also brought out an enormous
vibrator, and somehow stuffed it up Bridget's pussy while her other organs were
fully occupied by monster cocks. It hummed pleasantly. I was greatly enjoying
all this, although worrying whether I'd still have a wife afterwards. Bridget
didn't appear to be enjoying it at all. But she was still more angry than
scared. And she sure was getting well abused by these vast cocks. It was fun
when they decided to swap positions, and she had sight of the cock from up her
ass before it was placed inside her mouth. A large brown pyramid of her shit
was on the top, and there were shit deposits smeared down the cock too. Her
eyes bulged. But inside her mouth it went. This time her choking noise was a
bit different, as she got to taste and eat her own shit for the first time.

Karen now went to work on me. The bitch got out a very big strap- on, which I
hadn't expected. I thought she meant enjoyable face- sitting, pussy and ass
licking, and maybe a little bondage. She meant ass fucking, electrical torture
of my cock, and a lot of whipping. So I suffered a partially similar experience
to Bridget, at one end at least. And Karen really whipped me. And used the
electrical current on my cock to keep my constant attention, by maintaining a
constant level of pain throughout. I began to notice, between the surprisingly
pleasurable discomforts Karen was inflicting on me, that Bridget was beginning
to change. She was going with the flow. She was breathing heavily. Panting.
Grunting. And she was staring at what Karen was doing to me, with an evilly
abandoned and wanton glint in her eyes (like it was nothing compared to what
she was going to do). Her two monsters were still thrusting away inside her,
and the vibrator was still humming, and Bridget began squeaking, yes squeaking,
with evident pleasure. Her squeaks seemed to time with Karen's thrusts up my
sore ass, and her whiplashes on my bruising body each time as she withdrew the
strap-on. Had we found the slut in Bridget at last? Oh yes, we sure had.
Whether Bridget had been turned on by the abuse from strangers with very big
cocks, or by the sight of me being abused, or even just by being forced, wasn't
at all clear, but who cares. We'd found her sexuality. I didn't mind if she
kept being fucked by other men even if not me.

Karen hadn't finished with me though, the bitch. Having suffered for Bridget's
sexual enlightenment, Karen saw a better opportunity to degrade me. She placed
a spacer device in MY mouth as well, and brought the monster cock that had just
come out of Bridget's ass over towards my face! OH NO, I thought, helplessly.
The only attractive feature of it (apart from observing the glee on Bridget's
by now very dirty face) was the abundant shit from Bridget that had also stayed
on this huge cock. I liked the idea of eating her shit, but not the serving
implement. No choice was offered. While Karen intensified her ramming the
strap-on in and out of my ass, the shitty monster cock was thrust into my
mouth. I started choking, like Bridget had been. Not at all nice (although
there was something about it). As I ingested the bits of Bridget's still warm
shit, the bastard ejaculated his abundant cum right inside my open mouth and
down my choking throat. And kept on for ages. And stopped me from dribbling
much of it out. He made me swallow as best I could, or let it trickle down
inside me otherwise. Uuugggh.

Bridget was in a state of complete abandon by now. I suspect she'd have
volunteered to take several more men if there had been some. Her monster cock
in her mouth had cum at a similar time to mine, so she had tasted the same but
obviously liked it a lot more than I did or maybe it was the complete
humiliation and abasement I had suffered, from her sister and her monster
cocked friend, that really got Bridget off. She just couldn't stop wiggling in
ecstasy.

I would find out in the coming weeks.

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