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The Family Toilet 2 - It Gets Worse


I should have realised that Emma's mother would already have told her daughter
about my treatment at the hands of her and her friends. As soon as I entered
the sitting room, Tara asked me how my poor balls were, and Jane mimed pushing
her fingers down her throat. They laughed hysterically as I sat there feeling
nauseous, with my balls throbbing. For the rest of the evening, they amused
themselves by asking me about my day. Did I prefer the taste of older women's
shit, was their piss of a better vintage, and when I puked up after swallowing
Sandra's vomit, was it just hers or some of my own as well? They were revelling
in my humiliation and discomfort.

Finally, Emma told me to follow the girls upstairs to accept their final
offering of piss for the day, and then return, as she wanted to talk to me.
When I came back down, she instructed me to sit beside her.

"Well," she began. "You have now been dealt with by three generations of my
family. We are really making you pay, aren't we?"

"Pay for what?" I enquired.

"For being a tiny dicked wimp, a lousy fuck, a sissy and a cheat," she
explained.

"When is it going to end?" I pleaded.

"End?" she laughed. "We haven't even started yet. I can assure you that while
the four of us live in this house, you will drink all our piss and eat all our
shit while we are at home. Plus any other disgusting things we may wish to drop
in your mouth. We particularly like Sandra's' vomit idea, and we are all
looking forward to making you swallow ours in future. There will also be the
odd knee or foot in your balls to add to our pleasure. Not too often of course,
we don't want to ruin you. Your frustration is a big part of our enjoyment. My
sister Gwen is particularly keen to use her sexy body to cause you unbearable
frustration at every opportunity. And mother really enjoyed crushing your nuts
with her foot; she told me she had wanted to do that from the first time she
met you. You can expect to see a lot more of her, Sheila and Sandra."

"You said you haven't even started," I asked. "What else can you do to me?"

"I'm glad you mentioned that," she responded. "I noticed how devastated you
were when I told you that your boss George was fucking me, so I think it is
time I really rubbed your nose in it. We are going over to George's house on
Saturday, and you are going to watch me being fucked by a real man for the
first time."

"No, please," I implored her. "It's bad enough that it is happening, I couldn't
bear to watch him do it to you."

"You forget," she snapped. "Your feelings count for nothing now, it is my
enjoyment that is important, and I want to see you standing impotently by,
while George makes me come with his huge cock."

I knew from her tone that her mind was made up, and I had no choice. I was
dreading it though; George is the 28-year-old owner of the Export Company where
I work as head of the correspondence department. He is tall, extremely well
built and handsome. He also knows it, which may explain his insufferable
arrogance. He had always treated me with a sort of amused contempt, even more
so over the last few months. I realised in hindsight that this was because he
was fucking my beloved wife on a regular basis.

It was very hot when we prepared to go to George's place on Saturday afternoon.
Emma told me just to wear a pair of shorts and shoes. When she came downstairs,
in a flimsy, transparent summer dress, it was obvious that she was wearing no
underwear. Her breasts were clearly visible, as was the dark triangle of her
pussy. Her nipples poked against the fabric, indicating that she was excited
about what was to happen that afternoon. I was glad that we were travelling by
car.

When George opened the door, I saw he too was only wearing shorts. His chest
looked even bigger than when he was clothed. As soon as he shut the door, Emma
threw her arms around him, and kissed him warmly. I made to go to the lounge,
but Emma stopped me.

"No, you stand there and watch us," she ordered.

I was made to stand there, looking and feeling extremely stupid as they
exchanged deep open-mouthed kisses. This went on for a good ten minutes, with
George all the while groping my wife's braless tits, her arse and her pussy.
For her part, Emma stroked his big chest, before moving down to wantonly stroke
the front of his shorts, producing a very noticeable bulge. Finally she broke
off, and, still rubbing his shorts, turned towards me.

"Look at his miserable face George," she grinned. "His jealousy is tearing him
apart. What is he going to be like when he sees your cock imbedded deep in my
cunt?" A lump came to my throat.

We went up to George's bedroom, and I was told to strip while they removed
their minimal clothing. Emma knelt before him and took his huge cock lovingly
in her little hand. Stroking him gently. She soon brought him to full erection.


"Look at this magnificent cock pansy," she gloated. "It makes your little thing
look like a cigarette."

"A half smoked one at that!" added George. Emma giggled as she planted several
kisses on the bulbous head of George's cock.

I looked on with a mixture of jealousy and envy, as my wife slid her lips over
the cockhead, and began to suck greedily and noisily. Occasionally, she would
take it out to lick up and down the shaft, or take his large balls into her
mouth.

After a time, George lifted Emma to her feet, and laid her on the bed. She
spread her legs lewdly, and told me to kneel at the side of the bed, as George
placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt.

"Watch it go all the way in wimp," she instructed. "See how he stretches your
wife's willing pussy. " George pushed in right up to his balls.

"Oh God, it feels so fucking good," she gasped, still looking into my eyes.
"Fuck me hard darling," she said to George. "Show him how you have made me your
slut, make me sob and scream out your name, like you did last time!"

George began to slide in and out of my wife, slowly increasing the pace. All
the while, Emma was mocking me, telling George he was a nasty cuckolder, and a
bastard for fucking her in front of her poor jealous husband. Eventually she
stopped speaking, and began to moan and sob, as her climax built. George rammed
harder and faster, until he took Emma over the edge.

"Oh yes George, that's it! Oh God I love you!" George responded by filling her
with his seed.

This also sent me over the edge, and I began to sob uncontrollably.

"Look George, we have made him cry," Emma said triumphantly. That's just what I
wanted, to see him really suffer. " The two of them laughed uproariously at my
mental agony.

When they had calmed down, George withdrew and Emma ordered me to kneel between
her legs.

"Another nasty taste you will be experiencing regularly," she told me. "Get
your sissy mouth in there and suck George's cum out of me, acknowledge that he
is my man now, the man I love."

With tears still pouring down my cheeks, I began the unpleasant task of
removing George's slime from her puffy cunt. I thought that was the end of it,
but she then ordered me to suck George clean. I went to protest, but knew it
was no use. I took his cock into my mouth, and sucked of the remnants of his
cum and my wife's juices. When I had finished, I went to pull away, but George
grabbed the back of my head.

"I have not finished with you yet," he declared, as sent a strong stream of
piss into my mouth. Emma laughed as I almost choked, trying to swallow all the
piss. When he had done, Emma pulled me up by my hair.

"Now you know why George has been fucking me all this time," she said. "He is a
real man, with a real cock. You would never see a woman piss or shit in his
mouth, like all the women in my family do to you.come on, into the bathroom, it
is time for you to eat some humble pie."

I was soon on my knees in the bathroom, my naked wife standing before me.

"You really are the pits," she laughed. "First, you stand by and do nothing
while another man fucks your wife royally, then you kneel without protest while
she prepares to shit in your mouth!"

With that, she turned and pushed her backside into my face. I was instructed to
part her cheeks and push my tongue into her arsehole. Soon I felt the familiar
pressure of a stinking brown log pushing against me. I submissively opened my
mouth, and let the log drop into my mouth and began to chew. Eventually, I
swallowed that and the further two logs she had for me, before taking the
bladder full of piss she gave me to wash it down.

After this, I was made to dress and go home, being told that Emma would stay
with George until Sunday evening. When I arrived home, the two teenagers were
out, but I was surprised to see my sister in law sitting in the lounge, wearing
only the flimsiest of black night-dresses. Her breasts stood out, and the whole
of her big, shapely legs were on show. My eyes were drawn to her pretty feet
with painted toenails.

"You have had a bad day, haven't you," she smiled. "Having to watch the wife
you love so much being fucked by another much better man, knowing you have lost
her to him. Never mind, come and kneel down here. You can kiss all the way up
and down my sexy legs, before you start licking and sucking my feet."

She knew how vulnerable I was, being highly frustrated by the sight of George
fucking Emma, and she also knew because of my fetish that orally worshipping
her feet would make me worse. I had been pampering her feet for an hour, when I
heard Jane and Tara come in. They had obviously been drinking, and were in good
spirits.

"Your poor step daddy was feeling down after watching his boss with his cock in
your mother's pussy, so I am giving him a treat by letting him suck my feet. "
The girls laughed, seeing my strained, frustrated expression.

"Talking of fucking," Gwen went on. "You look as though you have been at it,
have you both come home with sticky pussies?" The girls nodded and giggled.

"Right," said Gwen. "You had better slip off your panties and let step daddy
clean you with his tongue."

I knelt before my stepdaughters and one by one cleaned their soft young
pussies, while the three women taunted me, saying they bet that, given the
chance, I would slip my little cock into any one of them, just to get a little
relief.

"It's just not going to happen step daddy," grinned Tara, the 16-year-old.

"Not ever, not with any pussy," added Jane wickedly, causing them all to laugh
at the thought.

"Right, that's enough," said Gwen eventually. "You have teased your step daddy
enough tonight, take him upstairs and use him if you need to, then we can go to
bed."

"Yes, come on pansy," Jane exclaimed. "Come and share the wine we have been
drinking."

I followed them to the bathroom, and they both gleefully emptied their full
bladders into my mouth, before contemptuously spitting in my face and retiring
happily to bed. I cleaned myself up, washed out my mouth and gargled with
mouthwash to take away the taste of the girl's foul tasting piss.

I got into bed, hoping that I could soon get to sleep, so that the incredible
frustration the day's events had caused would go away. I had been lying there
for about five minutes, when the door opened and the light was switched on. It
was Gwen. She walked over to the side of the bed, and slipped off her night-
dress.

"You didn't think the cock teasing was over did you?" she said, slipping into
bed beside me. "You know I am not satisfied until I have you sobbing and
begging me for relief."

With that, she pressed her soft, perfumed body against mine and began kissing
me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. This went on for several minutes, until
she lay back and instructed me to start sucking on her massive breasts.

"No doubt your wife is being powerfully fucked by her lover right now," she
told me. "So it is only fair that you should have some sexual activity."

The breast sucking lasted ten minutes, until she told me it was time to go
downstairs and start licking her soft, warm pussy. I toiled away for some
twenty minutes, my cock straining against the cage and my balls aching with all
the pent up sperm. Finally, her breathing got heavier, and she began to moan as
her climax approached. When she did cry out her release, the tension got too
much, and I began to sob loudly, much to Gwen's sadistic satisfaction.

The noise roused the two girls, and they came into the bedroom.

"Oh you are good at this Aunt Gwen," Jane enthused. "You have got him into a
terrible state."

"Yes," agreed Tara. "You will have to teach us how to do it!" I snapped.

"You cruel bitches," I yelled. "Why can't you leave me alone!"

"How dare you!" admonished Gwen. "Stand up!"

I stood before the three women, and Tara stepped forward cupping my balls in
her tiny hand.

"He needs to be punished Aunt Gwen," she observed. "I really want to hurt him.
" I looked into her innocent young face, and saw only cruelty in her eyes.

" You are right," agreed Gwen. "Squeeze the little wimp's balls Tara. " The
young girl slowly tightened her grip on my balls.

"No please Tara," I begged, as the pain began to shoot up my body. "I am very
sorry."

"Not as sorry as you are going to be," she retorted, as her grip got tighter.

"Oh God no," I screamed. "Please, I can't stand it!"

"Look Aunt Gwen," Tara shouted excitedly. "I have got him in agony, I love it I
want to keep him like this for hours!"

"Keep on squeezing," encouraged Gwen.

"Yes," added Jane. "Squeeze as hard as you can, and twist them!"

I felt Tara squeeze as hard as she could, as she viciously twisted at the same
time. I screamed in absolute agony as Gwen clapped and cheered Tara's efforts.
After what seemed like an age, she eventually released her grip, and I dropped
to the floor clutching my abused balls.

"Well done," laughed Gwen. "You have a real talent for that young lady!"

"Thank you," smiled Tara. "I enjoyed it so much, it gave me a tingle in my
pussy. I didn't realise I could be so cruel!" The three women laughed again, as
they each aimed a kick at my naked body.

"Do you think he has been punished enough?" asked Jane.

"Oh I know," responded Tara, and whispered to the other two.

"Good idea," remarked Gwen. "Go and sit in the bath pansy."

I took my aching body to the bathroom, and sat in the bath as instructed,
closely followed by the three women. Tara came forward first, grabbing my hair
and pulling my head back viciously.

"I know you hate this step daddy," she smiled. "But we love it!" Open very
wide."

I knew what was coming. I opened up and received the first load of Tara's warm,
foul smelling vomit in my mouth. She followed up with two more loads, until she
could give no more. The other two also filled my mouth until their stomachs
were empty, and when Gwen finally pulled my head back up, I puked it all up
violently. They then went back to bed, leaving me with my face and body covered
with our combined vomit. I wondered if my life could possibly get any worse.

It could, and it would.

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