Rage Against The Latrine: Chapter 25
The following day, as we cuddled in bed, I asked Natasha about her cryptic comment regarding Samantha. “If the baby is healthy, then I want to have it,” she confessed. “It scares the fuckin’ shit out of me, but everyone reckons we’ll be wonderful parents. I wanna get married after I’ve dropped it, though. I’m not getting hitched when I am the size of a fucking whale.”
I felt relief that the uncertainty had gone, and while it was early in her pregnancy, the prospect of being a father excited me. Natasha set a couple of conditions, and one of these was that sex would not stop when she “got fat.” There was no chance I would avoid intimacy with my gravid fiancée, and we consummated my promise with a few orgasms by cunnilingus, before we indulged in some rough pegging that left me drained.
Natasha was especially keen to exert her sexuality since her decision. Each day that followed, she expressed her dominance forcefully. For three days, in between Christmas shopping and media interviews, she was insatiable: barely a drop of her pee didn’t end up on my skin, and she forced my lips between her legs whenever possible. My fiancée spanked, plugged, and plundered my backside every evening as she imposed her sex drive on me. I enjoyed her dominant hedonism.
During the summer, I found a charming Grade II listed cottage for holiday let in a village three miles north of Windermere and paid a four-figure sum to rent the sixteenth century property for ten days over Christmas and New Year. The old post office on the narrow cul-de-sac possessed traditional charm with exposed wood beams.
As we packed, my bisexual lover stipulated she expected our trip to be a filthy, debauched adventure, and she wanted to push my limits. With parenthood on the horizon, the opportunities for these sorts of adventures would become more limited, and Natasha was determined to enjoy the festive break. I had booked a property with four bedrooms, as I suspected that my fiancée and I would have some additional visitors. Faye and Nessie, who had got exceedingly close in the days before and after the chart show, and were now “in a relationship”, asked about joining us in The Lake District. Bohdana, Natasha’s cousin, had pleaded to stay, as had Monika.
Jamie travelled to use the last bedroom with his partner. The non-binary student had argued with their parents over their lifestyle and, on the umpteenth day of arguments, the “boi” messaged if they could come to Windermere over the festive period. We collected Monika’s red-haired cheeky submissive from a service station near Oxford, and the provocative nymph wore tight leather trousers with a bright-pink profanity-laden T-shirt criticising their family’s political party.
Five of us had travelled in my saloon four days after the BBC confirmed Bitches Against as the Christmas Number One and the radio edit of their song played through my speakers while my car smoothly ate up the miles on the motorway. I visited my parents for a couple of hours in Preston and my folks delighted at meeting my fiancée again, as well as congratulating the two punk rockers on their musical success.
We reached the cottage in the dark and walked to the village pub for tea. Everyone was tired after the hectic week and long journey, and by ten in the evening, the house was serene as we dozed. The rented abode had two bedrooms downstairs, with a spacious bathroom and kitchen; a pair of smaller double chambers existed upstairs with a shared toilet and shower. Myself and Natasha picked the largest room on the ground floor. Faye and her new girlfriend opted for the adjacent bedroom, also with a king-sized bed.
The following day, I collected Monika, Stephen, and Bohdana from Windermere at lunchtime. Natasha’s cousin and her boyfriend, who went to different universities, beamed as they sat on the double bed in their upstairs bedroom. Stephen’s religious mother had given her son little privacy as a college student, and while the couple needed to spend Christmas Day with their families, they planned to stay with us over the festive break. We agreed to do our celebration on Boxing Day, so I frequented the supermarket to buy a large quantity of food and a larger amount of alcohol for our holiday.
Several friends of Monika, Stephen, Bohdana and Natasha visited in the two days before the festive period. Many wanted to meet the superstars, who dominated the music headlines, but also to spend time with their mates. My fiancée adored the attention and acted as the “lady of the house” with her generous hosting and domineering behaviour. One of her first instructions was that she believed Nessie, myself and Jamie – the submissives – should be naked while in the cottage, regardless who else was present.
We obliged, and the dominant exhibitionism raised the erotic tension a little, but we mostly kept sex to our bedrooms. After two weeks of debauchery, Faye and Natasha ensured the public displays of group hedonistic depravity were minimal, and apart from the odd spank or fondle, the shared areas of the house were free of sexual activity. There was also no partner swapping— the only sex I had in those days was with Natasha.
When we left the holiday home, Jamie’s brave wardrobe grabbed attention. The student had brought an eclectic blend of male and female clothing and mixed them. From scandalous booty shorts, pink kilts, fishnet stockings and elegant dresses, the “boi” adored their feminine attire, and with their long scarlet hair and graceful poise, they did not appear masculine at all, especially as a first impression.
The Christmas Eve Popbitch newsletter, entitled “Popbitches Again!” had an abundance of Bitches Against content; their chart success had propelled the unknown punk rockers into the limelight, and the band had spent seven years enjoying themselves. The gossipmongers had several tours worth of rumours and tales to publish, and the stories in the sensational e-mail about my fiancée and her friends were scandalous. Natasha made me read them aloud.
“The receptionist at a Midlands hotel observed which member of Bitches Against streak after a drunken card game through the lobby and into the car park, before kissing every lucky attendee of a stag party as she returned via the bar. When she lost again, her forfeit was to find the groom, and then the machine in the gents.”
“There are many musicians who can drink legendary amounts, but a member of Bitches Against may even have had Keith Richards, Ozzy Osbourne, or Keith Moon under the table. On a recent trip to Manchester, they had a liquid lunch, then joined a Hen Do in the afternoon, a Stag Party in the evening, went clubbing until the small hours and then did shots with the bar staff at the rock cafe until dawn. At around 60 units of alcohol, they must have been one beer away from driving a motor into the Stockport Swimming Pool?”
I read almost a dozen stories to Natasha and Faye, who chuckled as the tales flowed from my mobile phone. “Half of them are completely true, three more are mostly accurate and one is nonsense,” the red-haired lesbian replied. “But I’m not telling you which is which!”
“I reckon Yasmin or Maddison did the drinking,” I told her. “And Nats with the drunken streak and shagging the groom for a bet.”
My fiancée gasped in horror. “Fuck you, bitch! I do not lose at cards. That was Paula. She’s dog-shit at Poker. That’s why we played it. And she didn’t just have the stag, she had the entire party. Or all those who wanted to play.”
On Christmas Day, we took the creatively dressed Jamie to Monika’s house after her family invited the student to join them for their familial celebrations, and Natasha and I visited her parents. Ruslana fussed when she saw her pregnant daughter and cooed over the ring. “What’s this?” Her father thundered, entering the kitchen where we congregated. “You getting in the family way? Before you tie the knot. Disgusting that a child of mine needs a shotgun wedding.” My fiancée and her mother traded glances.
“Or… we could just be normal for today’s society, Dad. And thank you for your warm congratulations on my stunning musical success, my engagement and my pregnancy.” Natasha’s response was calm and lacked her usual profanity.
“That’s not the decent thing to do, and you know it.” He tapped me roughly on the shoulder. “And you should have known better, impregnating my daughter.”
“Well, he’s not allowed to impregnate anyone else now we are engaged,” Natasha responded. “It would fuck me right off if he did. And to be fair, it was only ten minutes after he proposed that he knocked me up! We were in the mood.”
Her father’s face glowered, and Ruslana interrupted before he could speak. “Matthew, love. Another time. Not today.” She glared at him and the overweight lay preacher scowled as he left the room. “I told him he’s not allowed to start. And that goes for you, too. No winding him up like you always do. And no alcohol. You’re pregnant. No booze, OK?” Natasha spluttered into her coffee, but her parent did not relent.
We caught up on the latest news inside Natasha’s family; Olga had a baby girl, and Ruslana had plenty of pictures of the newborn. The Police had cautioned Ruslana’s mother, an octogenarian, for assaulting a would-be teenage thief trying to break into Bowness Village Hall. The great-grandmother also had a “new boyfriend” who was a sprightly 76 years old.
Ruslana passed a packet of photographs from the kitchen drawer to her daughter with a wicked grin; Natasha’s eyes bulged when she saw her leather-clad parent wearing a mask, holding a cane over a hooded, exposed man, face down on the ground. The pictures were all highly pornographic. “There’s this group I’ve joined, and we have set up an Onlyfans account. It came out of the swingers’ club and we have been having so much fun. We have hundreds of subscribers already.” Natasha paused over a photograph of her mother naked, gagged and spreadeagled on a double bed, surrounded by four erect pricks. “That was a great evening. I was so sore the next day. But in a good way.” The image of my fiancée’s mum urinating over a young woman as the helpless, nude submissive ate from a dog bowl was particularly arousing.
“Jesus. It looks amazing. I’d love to see it! That pic is fucking fabulous.”
Ruslana chuckled. “Yeah, that was a great session. We only do BDSM once-in-a-while but it’s amazing. Alfredo is a lecturer in photography and he has lots of people who want to build up their erotic portfolios. Jane and her hubby wife-swap and swing and they own Mount Pleasant Farm on the road to Ambleside. They converted a barn into the swingers’ club and we film there every week. Incredible fun. I’m in twenty-five videos, and Alfredo’s students come sometimes and take the stills. They’re awesome.”
“Does Dad know? Has he seen them?”
“A bit. He’s… he wouldn’t understand! Your father doesn’t like Alfredo much. Or Conan, or any of the others. He thinks they have casual morals.”
“Do they?” I asked.
Ruslana smiled. “Of course they do. That’s why it’s fun! I’ve told him I’m fucking other people, and he has to live with that or we divorce. He wasn’t happy with the situation, but I promised I won’t be too obvious and as a compromise I have to be celibate on Sundays and go to his church services as a dutiful wife. Sinner for six days, saint for one. Not the worse trade. But this is doing him good as your dad screwed me last week in a position other than missionary.” Natasha spluttered into her drink as her mother giggled. “He still can’t make me orgasm, though. Your father seriously needs to read less Bible and more Kama Sutra. He does not know where the clitoris is, or anything south of my navel. It’s a bloody wonder we had four kids.”
Natasha blushed, and I think she was grateful the conversation moved onto other topics. We chatted to Svetlana and had a nice, relaxing dinner without the drama of the previous year. The younger sister teased my fiancée over dessert. “But it said Natasha will give you spanks,” she recounted, reading from the Christmas Hit’s lyrics. “And it says she’s turned the air quite blue.”
“Fuck off!” my lover joked. “And I remember you being a little brat and you got a few swats. I was always babysitting you and Adam, and you were a fucking bitch.” Svetlana gasped in mock outrage, and after the banquet, we played board games, ate some supper before we drove to Monika’s home.
The soubrette invited us in to the lounge to meet her parents. “This is Natasha. That’s Bohdana’s cousin, the punk rocker and music legend. And this is her fiancé.” Her father’s eyes narrowed a little; he sized me up as he wondered who this person, who had spent so much time with his eldest daughter, was and what my intentions were. “John has this lovely house near London. It’s in the countryside but close enough to the station and he works around the corner from where I live. We see each other every Friday after work.”
The older gentleman was overweight but not obese; his festive jumper stretched over his belly and the green paper hat did not hide his greying and balding hair. I held my hand out to him. “Merry Christmas.”
He hummed; it was clear Monika got most of her beauty and elegance from her mother – the same blonde mane, facial features and slate-grey eyes. “He looks after me and we went to Oxford together to see Bitches Against.” Her father’s scowl deepened. Especially when the dominant teenager, tipsy from alcohol, put her hand on my waist.
Her mother’s grimace expanded. “Didn’t he buy you that outfit…”
“Oh yeah, and he took me to Agent Provocateur in the summer. I love their underwear and I chose that one which he bought for me. But Mum, look at this ring.”
Natasha showed Monika’s family her jewelled finger as her parents exchanged glances and studied me further. “What d’ya do?” Her father asked. “Where do you work?” The questions continued in a weird accent: a mix of French and Lancashire. I could tell he desperately wanted to sit me down and ask on how many occasions I had screwed his daughter.
The truth was none. I had inserted none of my body parts into his eldest child. I had been submissive at all times and done everything his angelic sadist had demanded. “Shall we get back to the cottage?” Monika asked as she stood up and swayed.
“See how Faye and Nessie are,” I airily said. “They have had the house to themselves all day.”
“They’ve just got together. They’ll be screwing!” Monika tactlessly uttered. “You know that! Wall-to-wall shagging!”
Her father cleared his throat. “Does that happen with all new relationships?” He asked, looking at the pansexual, non-binary polygamist his eldest daughter was standing next to. Jamie wore a shirt, tie and jacket with a short black skirt, fishnet stockings and colourful Doc Martens boots, and they blushed at the question.
The tipsy student giggled. “Oh, of course.” She gave her younger sister a wink as she patted Jamie on the bum. “You always screw like rabbits at the beginning, Dad. You did when you were a teenager. Grandma still teases you about you being caught kissing mum in the hay bales. I’m not a nun.”
Natasha, unusually the most sober person in the room, recognised the intensifying scowls on Monika’s parents and interrupted the blundering dominatrix to steer the conversation away from the perverted sex life of the University student.
“And make sure you leave John’s number with us when you go back. So we have someone to contact if you have any trouble,” her mother added, and Monika giggled when she reached the car.
“Honestly, my dad is awful. He seriously tried to work out if we’d had sex or not. Of course, I get laid.”
“You’re his little girl,” I told her as my car pulled away, but she didn’t understand. There were some things a child should not divulge to their parents.
“It’d turn his hair grey if he knew what I did at Uni!” she confessed, chuckling as my lover drove through the town centre.
“Quite,” I replied. “He didn’t need to know. And you almost told him!”
On Christmas Day evening, Natasha and I hung full stockings on the bedroom doors before going to bed. We had arranged with our guests that we would pay for the accommodation and food, and that would be our main present to our friends, but in mid-December, I received an unexpectedly large bonus from work, and in the small number of days after the chart show and our holiday, we did a sizeable amount of gift shopping. We both wanted to treat those who had enriched our lives so much over the previous year.
Each stocking contained a bottle of alcohol, some chocolates, a sex toy, something kinky, a book, and some clothing. No-one expected to receive them, and on Boxing Day morning we heard an array of excited shrieks from the house and shouts of appreciation.
Monika entered our bedroom, dressed in her new nightdress, holding the ornate whip to thank us; her partner wore their festive Christmas lingerie and chastity cage to do likewise. Faye came into the kitchen wearing her new Sex Pistols T-shirt, and Nessie had a vibrating butt plug from her stocking buzzing between her buttcheeks.
After breakfast, we opened the presents from under the tree. I had bought the main Christmas gifts with Natasha, and Monika unwrapped a black Latex catsuit and a scandalous lingerie set from Agent Provocateur. Jamie unpacked a new graphics card for his computer and he squealed in excitement, kissing both of us.
Bohdana and Stephen received a cocktail-making weekend class for two in mid-January and the equipment they needed. I’d also put in £100 each in supermarket vouchers so they could purchase their spirits. Natasha believed that this would bring them closer together as they did not attend the same university and they had a long-distance relationship outside of the holiday seasons. Faye and Nessie each had a voucher for ten hours of horse-riding lessons and a new camera, and I bought my pregnant lover jewellery.
In October, Faye had arranged for a photographer on the balcony to capture the moment I proposed to my fiancée, and we unwrapped a large print of the occasion. I stared at the picture, reliving the few seconds as I waited for Natasha’s answer in front of thousands of people. Nessie had found a photo on the Internet when I had met Natasha in Bristol, and my fiancée had urinated over me on stage; she framed that photograph of the golden shower which I knew would be ideal for my office. My exposure to pee play and the first time I had ever spoken to the wonderful punk rocker.
Stephen and I cooked a delicious four course meal, and we drank an unhealthy amount of booze for our festive celebrations. There was an undercurrent of sex and licentiousness without being overly sordid. The three submissives sat naked with the clothed quintet as we chatted and played cards.
That changed the following day after breakfast. Faye and Nessie went for a long walk to Helvellyn to try their new camera, and Stephen’s parents expected Stephen and Bohdana at their house to meet his extended family at their local church. The four of us drank tea in the lounge and when the doorbell rang, Monika sent her partner, wearing just his chastity cage, to answer it.
I worried it was a neighbour and that Jamie would expose themselves, but the grin on Natasha’s face was one of calm malevolence. She knew who the visitor was.
Adam, my future brother-in-law, and Joseph, his boyfriend, strode into the room in front of the bare-bottomed Jamie. My fiancée hugged them, welcoming the pair. “I thought you were away,” I told them, recounting the regret Ruslana had showed that one of her children had not visited for Christmas.
“We were,” Joseph replied. “We were in Essex seeing my folks. Only came home last night.” The tall, smiling train driver with long stubble and a shaven, tattooed head hugged my fiancée. “Anyway, tell me ‘bout you. Adam says you’re pregnant, and you got Christmas Number One, so congratulations. Good to see one of Adam’s family has some talent.”
Natasha blushed, and she sent me into the kitchen to make some drinks. By eleven o’clock, the teas and coffees had become beers, and the chatter turned more risque. Adam’s relationship had progressed considerably over the previous twelve months, and that Adam was highly subservient to his lover, the elder and taller man. Natasha’s brother cuddled up to his boyfriend on the two-person sofa, and Joseph lovingly stroked his dark hair.
I liked Adam’s company on the walk I had with him and his partner the previous Christmas. We had a lot in common – our love of punk rock and enjoyment in football – and he possessed a similar relaxed attitude to life. I had enjoyed his conversation on our hike, and did so again as we chatted. When he returned from the toilet, Adam held Jamie’s plastic chastity cage, gripping the student’s imprisoned cock. “I should get you one of these. I might get some sleep when you get the horn!”
Joseph cleared his throat and, as his boyfriend approached the couch, the dominant man pulled his lover over his outstretched knee. With a single motion, Adam’s jeans were on his thighs and the train driver exposed his boyfriend’s butt to the room. He grunted as a few heavy smacks landed on his backside, causing the submissive to squeal in pain. “The other subbies are naked. I don’t know why you think you can wear clothes,” Joseph spat when he had delivered a dozen hits on the reddened buttocks of his partner. “That’s OK, right?”
Natasha sniggered. “I ain’t seen my little bro without his keks on for at least eighteen months.” Adam blushed as his big sister teased him. “Not since I walked on him and Gary when you came down to my flat.” My fiancée recounted the act of fellatio her ex-boyfriend had given her youngest brother.
“Ads and me go to this club in Manchester every other week and several months ago he wanted to try a dom-sub relationship. He’s always naked at home. Often collared too. And that divorced guy opposite really wants him.” Adam’s cheeks reddened further, sinking into the soft sofa with his trousers and underwear around his ankles. “How many times have you flashed him? He doesn’t get it from anywhere else!”
We made lunch for everyone, and after food – and another beer – Adam became less embarrassed by his state of dress. Jamie lusted after the gay pair. The student commented on Adam’s cute bubble butt and sexy frame, and Joseph’s stocky build and commanding presence. The non-binary teen, with their long magenta hair and lithe, hairless body, touched the young men at every opportunity. After we cleaned the kitchen, the dominant trio took the armchairs, and squeezed their submissives onto a two-person sofa.
Natasha’s youngest brother sat in the middle, pressed up against us. He had the same sparkling eyes as his sister as he looked up at me and Jamie. There was a filthy, sexy innocence to him as his bare, tender flesh touched mine. Monika’s “boi” ran his hands over Adam’s supple torso, flicking his nipples as his fingers danced over the 24-year-old.
“I think your bitch is horny,” Joseph said to Monika.
“Yours too.”
“My bitch is always horny. Nats saw that before.”
Natasha nodded. “I’ve walked in on him so many times when I was at home. He’s so shameless. New partner every month. He took a lot of virginities when he was at college.”
Jamie’s hand floated over Adam’s semi-erect cock. “Look at this hair,” they muttered, running their fingers through the trimmed triangle of pubic fluff. “I do like a bit of fuzz sometimes.”
Adam blushed as Jamie slipped from the couch and knelt at his feet; hands pulled apart Adam’s knees, and the student buried their nose in the dark thatch, breathing in deeply. “Ahh, that’s nice. Smells so sexy. So virile.” The girls giggled behind him. “John, you sniff it.”
“Yes,” Natasha chuckled. “Do smell my brother’s prick!” Her eyebrows raised as she glared at me, and I understood. She wanted me to do this, and I knelt beside the student, sniffing Adam’s thicket of pubic hair. He had a thick, manly scent with a feint whiff of pee from his cock head. “Is it sexy?”
“I guess,” I muttered. Jamie pushed their nose back into Adam’s loins, inhaling deeply, before they ran their tongue over the semi-erect prick inches from their face.
“And he tastes wonderful, too. Try that.”
“Go on,” Natasha demanded. “Sample my little brother.” I had given Jamie a few licks of their cock previously as part of our bisexual games, and I had swallowed several mouthfuls of cum from the oodles of creampies I had eaten, but this was a further step along my journey to bisexuality.
It was a leap I wanted to make. Natasha’s lust for sordid experimentation was infectious. I had done nothing without my partner’s encouragement, and I had enjoyed every perverted kink we had experienced.
I had never sucked cock to completion. I had never pleasured a prick and felt the eruption of enjoyment in my mouth. I had never suckled a pair of full testicles or buried my face in a man’s loins. Since I witnessed Tubby’s bukkake humiliation, curiosity about the act had grown. I knew Natasha sensed that, and she seemed keen to nudge me further along my journey.
But there were five witnesses to whatever happened next. This wasn’t private experimentation where I could secretly explore my sexuality, but I was on public display, and my fiancée wanted me to fellate her kin. I gulped; my prick hardened at the thought. The pure depravity excited me, and I looked at the long, thin, glistening cock inches from my face. My mouth opened, and I tilted my head and impaled my lips on his dick, suckling his shaft as my nose touched his black fuzz.
I bobbed gently on his erection, running my tongue over his purple tip and rigid member. He groaned, adjusting himself as I pleasured him. He tasted as he smelt. A mixture of mild exertion, lust, and faintly of strawberry-scented soap. “My turn,” Jamie moaned, tugging at my shoulder.
The dominants chuckled, and I felt a movement behind me. Jamie’s manicured fingers, with scarlet nail varnish, came into my peripheral vision, but my attention remained on the long, thin dick of my fiancée’s brother, slowly sliding out of my mouth.
Jamie squealed, and I glanced to my right; Joseph had grabbed the non-binary student and thrust his girthy, uncircumcised manhood into their face. The horny nymph needed no encouragement to stroke their libido, and they heartily pleasured the heavy, corpulent member of Adam’s boyfriend.
Natasha uttered humiliating words to me. I was her fiancée, her submissive, and her filthy bitch. A piss-drinking, cocksucking, cum-eating anal slut, who adored her control and her domination. A year ago, I would never have considered bisexual experimentation, but under my lover’s guidance, I had embraced it.
Just like I had enjoyed watersports and golden showers, after Natasha had introduced them to me. And adored butt play and savoured female domination. I enjoyed taking the subservient role in sex, and fellating my future brother-in-law was highly deferential and servile.
My lips suckled his tip, tasting his muskiness. I ran my tongue over his frenulum, feeling every ridge and bulge in his prick. He groaned as I provided oral servitude to his thin cock. My hands rested on his thighs as I bobbed gently, suckling his erect manhood and ignoring my audience.
Natasha and Monika had spent six months subtly preparing me for this moment. The dominant women often put their strapon dildoes into my mouth, and then introduced me to the small bouts of fellatio with Jamie. My fiancée gave me a front-row seat to Tubby’s bukkake humiliation. When Natasha secretly arranged this event, they wanted me to want to provide oral service. Just like the wild party after her last show, my partner had organised a debauched sexual experience to defile me and satisfy her depraved nymphomania. Joseph and Adam had visited us to expand my bisexuality and my wonderful lover watched intently as I blew her younger brother’s prick.
My mind riven with submissive lust, I suckled the slender dick, rolling my tongue over the sensitive head. My hands gripped his shaft, and I stroked it, eager to bring the naked man to an orgasm. Natasha patted my bare buttcheeks as she squatted beside me, whispering into my ear. “Swallow him,” she demanded. “Go on, slut. Suck it all down.”
Her words punctured my dignity. I stroked him harder and harder, running my lips over his frenulum as I savoured his bitter, musky pre-cum. I looked up at him, staring into his eyes as he stared at me. Adam groaned, grunting louder with every snatched breath as his peak neared and his cock twitched in my mouth.
I did not know what to expect with the influx of cum. The warm goo hit my tongue and tickled my gag reflex as several surges of the gay man’s juices flooded into me. Natasha held my neck as he climaxed, forcing my lips against his spasming cock.
I wasn’t going anywhere. I lapped and swallowed his seed, running my tongue gently over his frenulum and piss-hole to clean his spent dick before he pulled it from my mouth.
“Swallow it!” She demanded once more. “Swallow it, bitch!” She stared at me as I gulped her brother’s cum into my stomach. “Fucking slut!” My fiancée spat as I did as she ordered, and my dominant lover ruffled my short hair as she stood.
We watched Jamie finish Joseph, and then the dominants sent us back into the kitchen to make “afternoon tea.” It was surreal to go from lunch to bisexual encounter to light snacking so quickly, but a quick break in civilities for homosexual fellatio seemed normal to everyone present.
Jamie wanted more. Deprived of the use of their caged cock, they squeezed themselves next to the tall, handsome Joseph and idly stroked and teased Adam’s boyfriend. The admiration of the train driver’s tattoos and commenting on his “massive prick” were lecherous behaviours, but the nymphomaniac was horny and clearly needed more sex.
“I think our subbies should clean out their bottoms,” Monika teased. “They appear desperate to screw each other, but they aren’t ready for shagging!” Jamie shrieked excitedly and bolted to the upstairs bedroom and bathroom. “There are kits in both bathrooms,” she added loudly, so her excitable “boi” would hear as he pounded up the stairs.
I hesitated, and Adam tugged at my arm. I tentatively led him to the downstairs bathroom. On top of the toilet, Natasha had left two jet black douches and a bottle of lube. The young man smiled as he closed the door, and I said nothing as he filled the sink with warm water, testing the temperature with his elbow.
I watched him spread a towel on the tiled ground and fill the black bulb with fluid. He lubricated the nozzle and then knelt on all fours on the floor. Adam squeezed the cleansing liquid into his arse, and I found it an alluring, sexy sight. I took the douching kit from his fingers after he squashed it and refilled it for him. Brown streaks on the white plastic spout showed he had some cleaning to do.
We both did. I helped him and he assisted me; we both needed to fill and empty three times to be comfortable that we were spotless and my fiancée’s brother squeezed my bum after I wiped it clean.
I enjoyed my saucy, risque chat with Adam. He was no less promiscuous than Natasha or his mother, and his open relationship with Joseph had never been exclusive. “He was my fuck buddy for two years before we got together,” he explained. “And that only happened ‘cause I moved in to get away from Dad. Was only supposed to be a week, but we just fucked every single day. So I stayed,” he said. “We became more serious and we’ve been together for fifteen months now.” He ran his hands over my chest. “But I do like you. There’s a dirty innocence to you.”
He stood in front of me, guiding my frame against the cool tiles of the wall. His body pushed into me, pinning me against his slender, masculine flesh. His hands rubbed my flanks, and he stared directly into my eyes. “I’m your sister’s fiancée,” I muttered, and he smiled.
“She likes it,” he replied as his fingers ran through my hair. “I can have so much fun with you,” he whispered, and backed away from me. My erect prick liked his promise, and his eyebrows flicked as he focused on my arousal. “Shall we?” He said, and opened the door, stepping into the room and smiling at his sister.
Natasha and Monika were naked and engaged in a passionate embrace. Two strapon harnesses were ready for use on the floor as my fiancée snogged the young student.
“It’s so gay in here,” Adam announced loudly, holding my hand. Natasha glanced at me, breaking her lesbian cuddle. Their bodies entwined as they writhed on the sofa. “Where’s Joseph?”
“Upstairs,” my fiancée muttered. She sighed as Monika slid down her body and gently parted her legs. Her fingers, holding the pink dildo for the discarded black harness, encircled her wet cunt, causing her to groan. The thrust into her welcoming hole made her gasp.
Monika subtly dominated her as we stood and watched. The young student rammed the sex toy into my fiancée as the teenager rubbed my partner’s clit, forcing Natasha to writhe, squeal, and whimper. Her eyes blazed with lust as the bisexual undergraduate teased and tormented her.
Adam’s hands caressed my buttocks; his finger explored my slippery hole as I took in the sapphic show between my two favoured dominatrices. Adam blew gently on my neck as he whispered in my ear, and we entered my bedroom. “I said I’m going to have fun with you,” Natasha’s brother promised, and he guided me towards the bed.
He sensed my nervousness, and he told me to lie on the duvet. I’d played with Jamie previously, but that was with Monika present and controlling the play; playing solo with another guy felt dangerous and exciting. He smelt of masculinity and lubricant.
And power.
Adam’s sexual confidence exerted control over me, as his hands swept over my bare flesh, pressing on my muscles. For fifteen minutes, the nymph kneaded and stroked my skin, forcing the heel of his hand into my tissue, before he focused more on my buttocks. It soothed and calmed my worries, and I purred in contentment before his fingers touched my opening and tickled my perineum.
He knew how to relax and to excite; the suspense gathered as he built up to his moment. The bed jolted as he retrieved items from the dresser, and I remembered Natasha’s stash of condoms beside the television in the room.
Adam wanted to plunder my butt. And I craved him to take me. I relaxed as I heard him tear the foil wrapper and felt the spatter of lubricant against my exposed skin. I sighed as his body forced my thighs apart and his weight pressed against my back, forcing my frame into the mattress. His hot breath whispered in my ear; his prick positioned at my lubricated opening. “You want me to, don’t you?”
With my burning lust, I was powerless to withhold consent. He slowly inched his long, slender dick into my sanctuary, alighting my arousal with his tenderness. Gentile, loving and sensual, Adam wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me tight.
Any reservations melted as he affectionately sodomised me. His lips nuzzled and kissed as his body sensually rubbed against mine. Slow, smooth, unhurried strokes, that were almost romantic, as Adam casually fucked me. Every thrust into my butt caused a little more friction on my prick against the duvet, and for him to sigh in pleasure.
Trapped by his body and my libido, my fiancée’s brother buggered me in our bed, increasing his pace to powerfully thrust into me. I neared my peak; the rubbing on the head of my cock was delicious, the butt-fucking was amazing and the powerlessness of our play was incredible. I panted as his rhythm increased. He pounded me, smashing his dick deep into my opening and tickling my prostate.
More intense than when Jamie did it, and more sensual than Monika pegging my butt, Adam was a skilled sodomite, and he groaned as I felt his cock pulse and my gay companion filled the rubber sheath with his cum. His warm, sweaty body collapsed against mine, pressing me against the bed as his naked skin rubbed against my flesh. He nibbled affectionately on the back of my neck as his prick withdrew from my backside.
Two giggling voices from the open bedroom door grabbed our attention and Natasha held her phone aloft. “Bloody ‘ell, Adam! You’ll screw anything that fuckin’ moves!”
“He’s a good lay,” her brother teased, rubbing his hands over my shoulder. “I could take ‘im ‘ome and have some real fun with him!”
“You’re not keeping my boy!” Natasha snapped as Adam pushed himself off of me.
He stood shamelessly in front of his sister, with the full condom drooping from his semi-erect prick, and grinned. “I heard you fuck anything that moves, too! I do read Popbitch.” He pulled the rubber sheath from his dick and tied a knot in the mouth of the latex prophylactic.
I looked to see Monika wrap her arms around my partner. “I am much worse than what that fucking newsletter says!” Natasha replied.
“Which is good,” the bisexual student added, nibbling my partner’s earlobe. “Because she has a double-ended dildo we are going to play with when you two piss off from the bedroom! We don’t want an audience.”
“OK, I’ll have a shower,” I muttered. “I feel sweaty.”
“Oooh!” Adam squealed. “Me too!”
Natasha sniggered as I walked past her and she patted me on the buttocks. “Good anal slut,” she teased.
“Hey. Let me join you,” Natasha’s brother cried as I entered the bathroom. He grinned as I closed the door, and his hands wrapped around my body. He knelt on the bath mat and stared up at me. “You’ve not come,” he said. “And I love a blowjob.”
His lips swirled over my cockhead; it was a sensation I had never experienced before and it felt incredible. His tongue curled and snaked over my sensitive prick as he bobbed passionately over my shaft. His hands squeezed my buttocks as his mouth worked my dick. Natasha’s brother was incredibly skilled at his fellatio, drawing gasps and squeals from me. My body floated with the delicious sensations cascading through my loins.
I panted, swaying slightly as his tongue twisted and rolled over my glans, and his mouth sucked on my shaft. He coaxed and drew the orgasm from my soul, sending me hurtling past my point of no return, until my body shivered and waves of cum landed in his throat.
He smiled at me as my spent cock flopped from his mouth. He had my semen on his lips and we kissed, forcing me to taste my arousal from him. “Let’s have that shower now,” he whispered. I turned the water on, and we stepped into the bath. His naked body pressed against mine as the warm water cascaded over us between the walls and the shower screen.
There was little room as he positioned himself under the showerhead, basking in the steamy drizzle. Our cocks touched as he pushed my bare buttocks against the cold tiles and his hand gripped the back of my neck as he looked into my eyes.
We kissed.
My hands squeezed his derriere and caressed his flesh as our tongues massaged. I could taste the IPA on his breath as we ground our bodies against each other. It seemed natural, but I had pangs of guilt as I lovingly embraced my fiancée’s kin.
“I love my sister’s gay boyfriends,” Adam teased when we broke.
“I’m not gay,” I muttered, and felt ridiculous for saying so.
“You sort of are when you play with me.” He saw my expression and added. “OK. I adore my big sister’s bi-boys!” He held me tight under the hot spray. “I’ve had blowjobs from four of Nat’s fellas now!” He boasted. “And fucked three of ‘em. She loves to share.”
I washed him, soaping his thin torso and feeling his powerful thighs as the orange fruity shower gel lathered on his skin. He did the same to me, as we took over twenty minutes under the hot spray.
I adored his tactile dexterity as we fondled each other under the hot water and then dried ourselves with the towels. “We get cheap train tickets through Joe’s work. I could come and visit if you don’t mind. Natasha says you have a big house in the country.”
“Yeah, anytime,” I murmured, admiring the lithe body rubbing himself dry.
“And I do like messing with you!” He teased. “Gary was good, but he was a slut. He went with anyone. You’re so much better!”
“Thanks,” I muttered. “I think.”
The gay couple dressed and left shortly afterwards, and I felt guilty as I cooked tea. Natasha noticed I was quiet in the evening, and we chatted before bedtime. “Being bi is normal. Everything just hetero is fucking weird,” my fiancée replied as I tentatively explained my guilt. “And I like my friends and family screwing my bird or my boy. Especially Adam. We were close growing up.” I bit my lip, and she giggled. “He’s going to tap you up again, you know that?”
“He wants to come and visit. I sort of said he could.”
Natasha laughed. “He used to stay with Gary and me all the time. They went off to gay clubs and saunas together.” She pressed her body against mine and looked at me directly. “You still love me and only me, right?”
“Of course,” I replied, horrified at the question. “I’d never…”
“Then fucking stop your worrying,” she snapped. “You’ve been quiet all fuckin’ evening. This is our last kinky trip before the baby and I’m not holding back. I told you that. Monika and I had an hour of screwing and do you think I feel guilty? Of course, I fucking don’t. So why should you or I care my brother buggered you up your shitter?” Before I could respond, Natasha’s lips were on mine, and we snogged.
* * * * *
The following day, after a very energetic morning bout of cunnilingus and traditional shagging, Natasha and I went for a walk and met up with Natasha’s eldest brother, with his wife and young children, at their terraced abode. Stephen Heywood was a calm, respectable man who took after his father rather than his mother. Whereas Adam and my fiancée inherited Ruslana’s lust for life and uninhibited views on sex, Stephen married his first girlfriend and then had two kids after marriage.
He was what his dad wanted for all of his children: a stable heterosexual relationship that he could champion in his church. Instead, Svetlana was a lesbian, Adam was gay and Natasha was bisexual. Two of those three engaged in promiscuous kinky sex games. Although, none were as sexually and morally corrupt as their mother, the lay preacher’s wife.
I was glad when we left the bland banality of Stephen’s life and returned to our cottage. After dinner, we watched a film as a group and then idled to the bedrooms. When I entered my bedroom, Monika had seated herself on the king-sized bed and grinned at me. “Nats and me are doing a partner swap tonight.”
“Oh,” I muttered. “Is…”
“She wants to play with Jamie. I know after she’s been with him for a night, she’ll be sore and knackered.” Monika stood up from the mattress, and I admired the student in her new Agent Provocateur lingerie. She looked classy and powerful as she strode around the bed; wonderfully sexy as she ran her hands over my naked frame. Our eyes met. I wanted her.
I loved Natasha, but I lusted after them both. The relationship I had with Monika was both sexual and fraternal, but as she touched my bare skin, I needed to play with her. I kissed her and held her tight as our hands explored; she pushed against me, so she fell against the bed. I knew that look in her eyes, and I pulled her flimsy briefs over her stockings, discarding them on the floor.
Monika always tasted divine. I rolled my tongue over her delicious slit, probing at her folds and ridges, and suckled on her button, until she squealed loudly. I pressed against her G-Spot and played with her hole, drawing several loud climaxes from the dominant teenager.
After her second violent, gasping orgasm that rocked her body, causing her legs to tremble and her sopping cunt to quiver, she made me stop. “It’s too sensitive,” she complained. “Let me have a break!” I laughed, and we crept up the stairs to Monika’s room, watching Natasha through the gap in the door. My pregnant fiancée had buried her largest strapon dong to the hilt inside Jamie’s butt and we watched the punk rocker sodomise the “boi.”
Spellbound by the show.
I became captivated by Natasha’s powerful thrusts into the student’s hole. The erotic sounds of the dildo slurping, the creak of the mattress, and the grunts and groans from the two hedonists. His caged dick swung underneath him as she pounded his gaping anus with her enormous toy.
She bought the massive rubber schlong at a sex market the couple of years before we met, and “Harry” was a staggering eighteen inches long and around ten inches in circumference. The fearsome fake cock and balls weighed several pounds. The head of the unnaturally large black dildo painfully stretched my hole, and we had not used it since she first showed it to me. We had plenty of toys we could use, but that was one we avoided. Jamie groaned and squealed as my fiancée decimated the submissive teenager’s butt with a phallus few men could take.
Monika’s finger touched my anus, and she pushed gently, whispering in my ear. “I brought my strapon. It’s more your size.” She giggled, and I understood. And five minutes later, I was bent over on the bed, squealing as she pressed her cock into me.
I always adored Monika’s sensual domination of me. She slowly and intimately fucked me, pushing her rubber prick past my ring and pleasuring my erotically charged body. Unlike Natasha, whose animalistic rogering of Jamie left them both drained, Monika’s powerful, rhythmic penetration was a tender utopia. My prick danced as her thighs slapped against mine, and her hands gripped my waist.
My mind floated; I drifted into a delicious, sensual heaven as I arched my back to force her cock to slide over my prostate. My dick sparkled as we tenderly screwed. Monika knew how to pleasure me, and within ten minutes, the delicate stimulation from her dildo became too much and my orgasm replaced the pre-cum spewing from my cock with cum. I collapsed on the wet spot on the duvet, grunting in pleasure.
That night set the tone for the final few days; every evening I had a different partner as the house turned into a kinky swinging paradise. The next day, I had Nessie in my bed, who had overdosed on lesbian loving during the festive break and itched to have the other side of her bisexuality satisfied. The submissive provided wonderful blowjobs and the well-endowed woman loved cuddles, kisses and cunnilingus. I suckled on her bosom, sliding my tongue over her erect nipples, and I licked and fingered her cunt for her to enjoy several morning orgasms before I roughly fucked her doggy-style.
The following night, after the New Year celebrations, Bohdana joined me. I gave her a naked massage, using warmed oils to soothe her tired muscles and to plunge my fingers deep into her shaven womanhood. Her vanilla partner was not keen on rimming her, and I had no hesitation in running my tongue over her earthy whorl while I pressed against her G-Spot.
Spending an entire night with Jamie was the most sexual time I had; Monika’s “boi” was insatiable, and they negotiated the removal of their chastity cage from their dominant. The pansexual non-binary student gave wonderful massages and awesome handjobs, keeping me at the point of orgasm for an eternity. A sensual shower followed by sixty-nine was delightful, as I received my second mouthful of cum in a week. However, the nymphomaniac woke me at 4am to blow me and then railed by arse before breakfast in the lounge, in front of Monika and Natasha. Their exceedingly high libido was exhausting.
I complained the following day, and my fiancée took the young student to bed that evening, leaving me with Monika once more. She was the only woman, other than Natasha, that I passionately kissed, and we had a wonderful night of intense cunnilingus followed by rough, energetic pegging.
Natasha admitted the following morning that she needed sleep as the insatiable sex drive of Jamie and the never-ending libido of my fiancée had meant they spent most of the night screwing. My pregnant lover showered and padded back to bed, to be woken by a phone call at 11am.
“Mum wants to borrow a pair of submissive bitches,” Natasha said as she walked naked into the lounge from our bedroom, holding the phone aloft. “Their young sluts are unwell and they want to film some fucking nastiness.”
“I’m game,” Jamie replied without asking what Natasha’s mother had planned. “You flagged around five in the morning,” the cheeky pansexual “boi” teased. “I need someone with stamina.” Natasha scowled. “That’s the problem with the older woman,” he said to me and I felt my lover’s glare ice from the other side of the room. “No staying power. Too innocent.”
“I’m going to fucking turn your buttocks the same shade as your hair,” my lover barked. “And tell Mum to do the same.” The non-binary submissive playfully giggled. My fiancée promised me that there were balaclavas available, and the thought of witnessing Ruslana and her associates film erotic content appealed. Because of my nudity, the evidence of my arousal was plain, and thirty minutes later, I arrived at Mount Pleasant Farm with Nessie, Jamie, Monika and Natasha.
The converted barn – the swingers’ club – was awash with activity. Despite the exposed location, the extensive building was warm and cosy. Three dozen people – ranging from the mid-twenties to the mid-sixties – in various states of dress milled about the large room, filled with beds, swings, sofas, puffies and cameras. Ruslana, dressed in a matching black lingerie set, sat on a stool beside a bar, holding a phone, and threw her arms around her daughter as we crossed the playroom. “Thank you! I know you said you’d be interested, but I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”
“Of course I was fucking serious,” Natasha replied. “I wanted to see this place you love. And for John to make his porn debut!”
Ruslana sipped at her drink. “This is some setup,” I muttered.
“Yeah, it’s good. We always have fun here. But our group is doing a lot of filming today in the other room. We want to do some femdom-femsub and femdom-malesub. And our men pulled out.” She looked at Natasha, Monika, and Nessie. “Fancy domming? We got masks, so you don’t get recognised.”
“Yeah, but I need a full catsuit,” my fiancée casually remarked. “I’m inked.” Jamie’s partner shook her head at the thought of actively taking part; she wanted to watch the debauchery and not participate. Nessie, however, eagerly volunteered to join the female submission. It felt ridiculously relaxed. My partner’s mother nonchalantly discussed with her daughter about starring in pornography while dressed like a Victoria Secret model. It should have been taboo.
Ruslana took us to a changing room with lockers. A naked middle-aged lady with wavy brown hair and a nervous expression on her face glanced at us as we entered. An appendix scar on her short frame, along with the odd patch of cellulite, and a thick, wholesome bush. She looked like a “real woman” as she toyed with the athletics clothing in her hand. “This is Kat, our female sub.”
The model smiled at us. Kat was the wife of another lay preacher, and when the mum-of-two confided in Ruslana that her low libido husband was frustrating her, the nymphomaniac slowly corrupted the frustrated housewife. Experimental lesbian sex with my fiancée’s mother scratched an itch, but the depraved grandmother continued to corrupt the unsatisfied wife with a threesome, a trip to the swingers’ club, then membership and now her first starring role in the perverted OnlyFans video.
The five dominatrices wore masks, as did Kat. Only Nessie filmed without, as she shamelessly flaunted her sexuality. The exhibitionist wanted to be recognised. I watched the suave Alfredo direct the scenes and the mature dommes captured their submissive, stripped her and then shaved her fulsome pubic hair bare. The sobbing looked genuine as they made her “look like a fucking whore.”
After Kat’s forced depilation, they spanked her, fucked her with a strapon, and tied her to a bench with a vibrator strapped to her cunt. The air smelt thick with arousal as the group of dominant women toyed with the middle-aged housewife.
Kat could not resist climaxing. She screamed and cried as a tsunami of orgasmic energy smashed into her body and left her exhausted. After a quick break for lunch, they filmed Nessie, tied to a St Andrews Cross. Ruslana, Natasha and “The Baroness” paddled, whipped and spanked the young submissive, before they anally penetrated the squealing Londoner with stout strap-on dildos.
Then it was the turn of the male subs. Jamie refused a mask and chatted to the female dominants about their kinks and their sexuality. The wild hedonistic exhibitionist had few limits and was eager to try any sexual activity Ruslana suggested.
They filmed Jamie’s first scene, and I watched as they sat the naked student at a dresser and applied an excessive amount of make-up to their skin. Bright red lips, black eye shadow, and rouge blusher slapped onto their face as the two cameras captured every moment of the student’s humiliation.
They teased the “boi” about their chastity cage and submissiveness, as the dominant women dressed the non-binary undergraduate in a pink dancing leotard, tights and a tutu. The submissive beamed as the dominatrix made them strut in the feminine attire.
The following scene involved masked gentlemen from the room next door. The women spanked Jamie, wrote “WHORE” on his forehead in lipstick, and then thrust their sub’s mouth onto the erect dick of a male volunteer. I saw a different side to Ruslana; she dominated and degraded the young student, pushing the back of their head to force the stiff shaft between Jamie’s lips. They groaned as cum filled their mouth and they swiftly replaced the spent prick with another stout cock.
Jamie loved it; the bisexual hedonist adored the rough treatment as the men fucked the student’s beautified face. The makeup became smudged as the swingers savagely took the submissive’s mouth.
They filmed the strapon dildos going into Jamie’s backside from Natasha and The Baroness. My fiancée, dressed head-to-toe in a black Latex catsuit and a full rubber mask, looked divine; the black material moulded to her body and my cock stiffened at the very sight of my favourite punk rocker.
The OnlyFans group filmed another video where the submissive worshipped the feet of the mature women, and then a final film where they removed Jamie’s chastity cage and repeatedly edged him. They cried and begged, but Natasha gleefully tormented Monika’s “boi” with their own unspent horniness.
My heart pounded as they cleared up after their two-hour filming marathon with Jamie. Their lust bore into them as the “boi” kissed Monika, begging their partner for a release. She refused and teased her desperate lover as the dominatrices readied the room for me.
It felt weird talking to a group of strangers about my kinks, especially as one of them was my future mother-in-law, but Ruslana was aware of my perversions. She knew what I liked and was keen to play with my sexuality.
Alfredo strapped me face-up on a bench, wearing just a Latex balaclava. The Baroness was the first to enter my field of vision. Dressed in a dark rubber bustier with matching briefs and sexy stockings, the elegant woman strode towards me. Her heels clacked on the temporary floor, and she leaned over me with her cosmetically enhanced bosom, filling the provocative outfit.
She was in her early to mid-fifties, with dark brown hair and a wicked smile as she traced my skin with her mahogany cane. My prick rose in anticipation; Ruslana and the team had not scripted the scenes with me in advance, but they had discussed my kinks, limits and given me a safe word.
Boiled Eggs.
And she lowered her rubber briefs and perched her hairless slit over my lips. Intense muskiness. A powerful ripeness from her sweaty, greased cunt, that I eagerly devoured. Her weight bore down on my forehead, pressing the back of my skull against the padded bench, as I provided cunnilingus to the mature woman.
“Mistress Jet,” with her leather outfit that displayed her bare, sagging breasts, was older than the Baroness. Her hairy cunt splayed as the buxom, overweight domme sat on my face for me to eat out her fragrant snatch. She rocked her hips as she covered my face in her slippery arousal until she orgasmed.
They brought Kat – their female submissive – for me to pleasure, as well as another mature dominatrix. Each lady had her own piquant taste that lingered on the tastebuds, but I adored Kat’s freshly shaved cunt on my slick face. I could have enjoyed being there all day, but after fifty minutes of filming, my tired tongue was a little grateful that Alfredo ended the scene.
The second video started after Ruslana flipped me on the bench, so my knees rested on the floor and my stomach pressed against the padded top. They tied my hands together, pinning me to the furniture.
The cold lubricant rubbed into my anus suggested what they would do, and the blunt head of Maria’s strap-on dildo stretching my ring confirmed it. I groaned in pleasure as the woman slowly and gradually opened my backside.
I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensations in my butt as the amateur porn star defiled me in front of my partner, my friends, my future mother-in-law, and the cameras. Every single one of their “hundreds” of subscribers witnessed the penetration of my backside and each thrust rammed into me felt deliciously sordid. A deep humiliation and an incredible feeling of lust; I zoned out, savouring every strike of my pounding.
They swapped again and again. Every time I came close to orgasm, they changed penetrators and my arousal cooled to a simmer. I loved the long, thin dildo of Sandy – a young housewife of a similar age to myself, and adored the experienced technique of the Baroness. Natasha slammed her stout cock into me, pounding my butt with powerful, deep thrusts. Every woman was skilled, measured and fantastic; they blended into a wonderful anal gangbang where I grunted and groaned with delight as the pre-cum poured out of my prick and soaked the padded bench I was lying on.
When Ruslana pegged me with a wide, long rubber cock, Monika led the handcuffed “boi” to the bench, an inch from my nose. If Jamie wanted to cum – and they did – the only option they had was to fuck my mouth. “Open up, slut!” The nymphomaniac plundering my butt demanded, and I took Jamie’s slippery, noisome dick between my lips.
They groaned as my tongue explored his member. Jamie and Ruslana spit-roasted me on camera. I fellated the non-binary student as my future mother-in-law butt-fucked me with a large sex toy. My horniness swirled as I grunted into Jamie’s prick, desperate for them to orgasm. Eager to taste thick, juicy cum for the third time in a week.
Ruslana slapped my butt, forcing my body back-and-fro with powerful thrusts of her toy into my sanctuary that rocked my mouth over Jamie’s dick. They gasped with every lick of my tongue over their erect prick. The slutty student groaned, with their cock quivering and then several jets of their cum fired into me.
My skin sizzled with embarrassment. I had just sucked Jamie’s dick in front of Ruslana on camera. I had never felt so ashamed, or so horny, gasping into the bench as my future mother-in-law continued to defile me, sliding my body over the mat and rubbing my prick as I did so.
I was close to orgasm when she stopped and untied me. Alfredo called my second scene was a success and if we had not run out of time, Ruslana said they could have filmed a piss-drinking video, too.
“Later,” Natasha promised, when she spied the disappointed look on my face. “We’ll give you your golden showers at the cottage!”
We chatted to Natasha’s mother at the bar in the club; several of the members fornicated in the seats opposite, but we talked as if this was normal. Natasha gleefully told her Latex-clad mum about my antics over the previous few weeks, involving Svetlana urinating over me, and Adam fucking me. She loved embarrassing me and Ruslana ran her hands through my hair. “You trying to do all the family?” She teased.
We had a drink at the bar, conversed and snacked before we washed, dressed and drove back to our accommodation.
When we arrived at the cottage, I stripped; I had got used to wandering around the period property with no clothes on, and I liked the vulnerability of my nudity. Faye, Stephen and Bohdana returned from their walk, and after I cooked dinner, we packed our suitcases. There were still three boxes of wine, and dozens of bottles of beer left; I did not want to take this with us in the car. Natasha and Monika whispered conspiratorially, and my fiancée summoned me to the bathroom.
A bath on the far wall dominated the downstairs room where I had kissed Adam. “Get in?” I asked, and she nodded. I climbed into the tub just as Monika entered the room and gave my fiancée two pairs of handcuffs. Natasha fastened my wrists to the handles on either side of the bath and pressed the plug into the hole as she leant over me.
“See ya later, piss boy!” Monika chuckled as they exited the room, turning the light off as they departed and plunging me into darkness. It left me alone with my thoughts; I relayed the previous few weeks through my mind, everything from the party in Brixton, to the pregnancy test, chart show success and then the trip to the Lake District.
I thought back to sucking Adam’s cock, and being showered with piss alongside my ex-girlfriend. The past few weeks had been a litany of sordid adventures and my erect prick wept as I remembered the golden showers, pegging, blowjobs and more.
Monika was the first person to enter the bathroom; my eyes burnt as powerful lights eviscerated the darkness, and she wordlessly pulled her trousers to her thighs and perched on the lip of the bath. Golden piss sprayed into my face from the gorgeous hairless snatch as the dominant teenager leant forward, jettisoning her delectable champagne over me.
Distinctive, lovely, and humiliating, I longed to touch my erect prick as I gulped a mouthful of her acrid nectar. I wanted to push my lips against her crack and savour her essence. I needed more, but she shook her cunt free of piss, and left me stewing in my excited senses.
So did Nessie and Faye. The women entered, defiled me, and then departed. Each time I got a taste of their pee as they covered me in their waste. The puddle underneath me grew, stinking the room in the harsh scent of urea. I felt sticky and dirty, but my body cried out for more of the humiliating treatment.
Bohdana and her partner entered. I expected Stephen to use the upstairs toilet, as he was fiercely vanilla and heterosexual, but Natasha’s cousin held her partner’s cock and aimed it over my body. He covered me in his watery excreta, watching as his pee arched from his dick and splashed as it landed on my flesh.
When he finished, Bohdana shook his prick and then stroked it, drawing her boyfriend’s cock into an erection. Her hands became a blur as I focused on the end of his veiny shaft, listening to him grunt and watching his dick twitch. Stephen closed his eyes, looking up at the ceiling as his partner gave him a handjob, just a foot above my face.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth, waiting for his eruption. Bohdana smiled at me, staring as her lover groaned and several spurts of his warm cum landed on my chest. “You’re quite the slut,” she teased as her boyfriend panted, and she squeezed the last few drops of his seed from the end of his prick onto my forehead.
And then they left me, bathing in cum and piss. It felt as if every few minutes someone came to call. Jamie and Natasha entered together. Their sizeable cock, free of the chastity cage once more, bobbed as they walked. “Got a drink for you,” my fiancée called out, as the “boi” knelt in the bath, either side of my chest, and leant forward, pressing their prick between my lips. I ran my tongue over their glans and frenulum, enjoying the taste, when I received a mouthful of pee. I spluttered, and the stream continued.
Jamie filled my mouth with their waste; they treated me like an extension of the drain. I never digested what humiliating words my fiancée uttered. I focused on gulping the acrid nastiness flowing from the prick. Harsh with a bitter aftertaste, Jamie’s pee was a constant delivery that I gulped straight into my stomach.
My throat burnt. and my eyes streamed. Sheer vile depravity, as Natasha ordered Jamie to fill my belly. My mind floated as I digested every drop of the amber piss to come from their thick, meaty cock. My stomach churned as their flow ceased, and they clambered out of the bath. I stared at my fiancée, holding the gag with the funnel. I didn’t know she had brought it on the trip, and I begged her not to force me to drink her pee. I didn’t think my bloated tummy could cope.
She giggled. “I’ve had two pints of beer. That’s going right down your fucking throat.” She was true to her word; she placed the funnel between her legs and her honey flooded into my mouth. The watery bitter champagne had a nasal harshness and my insides churned. Everything smelt and tasted of piss as I gulped down my second bladder’s worth of liquid waste.
When she finished, she left me stewing in the bath with a rebellious stomach of pee and a raging erection. I dry-heaved and burped, desperate to expel the unwanted nastiness. But after a few moments, my tummy settled.
I was grateful to Faye for removing the gag ten minutes later when she urinated over me. My stomach wouldn’t allow me to swallow any more pee and when she left, I struggled against my cuffs in the cool room while inhaling the strong, acidic smell.
I smiled at Natasha as she sauntered into the bathroom, flanked by Monika and Jamie. She knelt on the floor and kissed me on the cheek. “Do you want a shower and to come to bed?” She asked. “Or we can give you another bellyful of piss?”
“Can’t drink any more.”
She chuckled and unfastened me. “Fucking lightweight,” she teased. “If you believe Popbitch, I drank the pee of six sailors in Plymouth!” I showered, we went to bed, and we cuddled. I held my pregnant fiancée in my arms as we drifted to sleep.
In the morning, Jamie wore a pink PVC dress with fishnet stockings for travelling. “My parents will freak,” they explained as they stacked their case in the car’s boot. We made good time on the motorway and dropped the non-binary mischief-maker at the end of his road. They wanted to drag their suitcase along the exclusive street before knocking on their parent’s door, to ensure all the neighbours witnessed their arrival.
We arrived home before tea-time. Natasha would not let me unpack the car on my own, despite her pregnant condition, and my fiancée ordered a takeaway while I turned on the heating and started the log fire. “That was a wonderful trip,” I told her, as we sat on our couch in front of the flames with a drink.
“Yeah,” she muttered. “Everyone had a fucking good time, I think.” She gulped. “But those sorts of holidays will get rarer when we have kids.” She bit her lip. “I can’t have my child walking into the lounge and seeing Daddy blowing Uncle Adam or Monika pegging Daddy, can I?”
“No,” I replied. “But we’ll just have to be discreet. It’s possible to make it work.” She giggled and ran her fingers over my chest.
“Is my boy now into bisexual polyamory?” She asked. “I’m sure he was dead set against it at first when we got together. Did not want the ‘What goes on tour, stays on tour’ rule.”
“I’ve learnt to appreciate it,” I tactfully replied. “You like it, and so, therefore, I like it.”
She hummed. “Get undressed then. The pizza guy’ll be here soon and I think you should collect it naked.” I protested, and she cleared her throat. “I like the idea of humiliating you. So you fucking like it. That’s the rule, right? You do as I say!”
“Yes, I guess so,” I replied, and removed my clothing for my enchanting fiancée. “You know that’s always been in the case with me and you.”
