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Authors name: Mangemerde (deac@extremezone.com)
Story title : Sheila's Submission
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Author Note: This three-part story is a product of my twisted
imagination. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I
enjoyed writing it. Please do me the courtesy of respecting
my copyright. The written word should be always be shared
freely. No redistribution of my work is allowed without my
permission. No animals were harmed in the production of this
tale. COPYRIGHT, 2000, MANGEMERDE
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Sheila's Submission (MMF, voy, inc, reluc)
By Mangemerde (deac@extremezone.com)
Chapter 1 through 3 Complete
CHAPTER ONE - FIRST CONTACT
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I'd never really considered myself to be bi-sexual. I had
been married and had fathered two, now, "grown" children.
Other than pre-teen neighborhood doctor games and occasional
verbal fantasy sharing with my passionate wife, and now with
my girlfriend, I had never been intimate with another man.
But now here I was, naked as the day I was born, sitting in
my dining room and holding my son Jim's nineteen-year old,
diminutive penis, shoveling it into his slut girlfriend's
asshole as she lay face-down on my lap. Every muscle in his
body was taut. His ass constricted and drew his swollen nuts
to his body. I rolled his marbles between my fingers,
propelling him towards his orgasm. This was the first union
between the three of us but I was confident that it would not
be the last. It sounds hokey, but I assure you that all this
started quite innocently.
How had it all begun? I was a horny young man attending a
small mid-western college. Sorry, I couldn't resist. Growing
up masturbating to Penthouse Forum letters, I have always
wanted to write that line myself. But I digress.
I have been separated from my wife for two years. We were
always passionate but as often happens, we grew apart after
being together for twenty-some-odd years. We parted amicably
and still see each other from time to time. Liz, my twenty-
two year old daughter lives in Texas near her mother. Jim
remained in Phoenix after the split and now lives with his
seventeen-year old girlfriend Sheila. For the first time in
my life I had a house all to myself.and was loving it. The
current love of my life, Tammy, and I enjoy a fruitful, yet
sexual, relationship. During the four days a week that she
stays at my house, we seldom wear clothes and find ourselves
coupling repeatedly in every room in the house. The spacious
backyard gets its fair share of attention as well. It seemed
that all this freedom would come to an end the day that my
son's girlfriend lost her job and asked if they could move in
with me, temporarily. What else can a parent do but agree.
I never really understood Sheila and Jim's relationship. She
obviously wore the pants in that family. Even at seventeen,
she was the dominant one. She treated him very sternly and
made all of the decisions. Jim followed her like a puppy.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Sheila is
drop dead gorgeous. She has long flowing blonde hair that
hangs almost to her ass. Her ass, I should add, is firm and
tight as only a teenager's ass can be. Her tits are the size
of large grapefruits. She markets them well, usually opting
to wear too-tight tube tops or tank tops with wide gaping
armholes. I have seen no evidence that she even owns a bra.
Sheila's face is striking in a little girl-kind-of-a-way. She
looks much younger than her years. When we first met, I
playfully insisted on checking her driver's license to make
sure that my son was not robbing somebody's cradle. That was
the day before her seventeenth birthday. To this day, she has
never failed to bring lewd thoughts to my head whenever we
are together. Sheila has been the object of many of my
masturbatory fantasies. As it turns out, I was about ten
minutes into one of these sessions the first time that she
fondled my swollen gland.
It was early Saturday morning and the kids were still in bed.
I decided to do some laundry. Having only half a load, I
decided to grab the clothes from my son's hamper as well. I
stood facing the washer and slowly sorted the dirty clothes.
I found myself holding a pair of Sheila's skimpy black
panties. Panties would be an overstatement. In fact this sexy
undergarment consisted of a series of stings attached to a
small triangle of diaphanous silk. I looked over my shoulder
to make sure that I was alone then brought the garment to my
face. I inhaled deeply. It had been over twenty years, but
the aroma of young, fresh teen pussy was burned forever in my
memory. I felt my unfettered prick stir. The head began
tenting the cotton material of my thigh length robe. I
nervously checked over my shoulder feeling a twinge of guilt.
Here I was, a forty-year old panty sniffer getting aroused by
my son's girlfriend's underwear. I licked at the silk knowing
that it had recently been pressed tightly against Sheila's
wet twot. I was lost in fantasy when I felt a presence behind
me. I lowered the panty but did not release it. My prick
began to deflate.
"Like what you smell?" Sheila was very close behind me.
"Uhhh." I stammered, thankful that she could not see my face.
"Do you think that my underwear are sexy?" Her hands on my
hips renewed the stirring in my loins.
"What were you thinking about just before I caught you old
man? Were you thinking about my pussy?" She did not give me a
chance to answer, not that I could have anyway. "Now that you
know how I smell, what do you imagine my pussy looks like?"
Her hand crept slowly around my waist, her fingers parting
the
break in my robe. I felt the head of my dick pressed against
the cold steel of the washing machine. I was very hard as
the fingers of her right hand encircled my swollen member.
"One of us is turned on by this whole thing" she whispered in
my ear. I felt her tits pressed soundly against my back. Her
nipples were sharp spikes drilling into me. It was obvious
that Sheila had lots of practice holding a man's cock.
"We shouldn't be doing this" I was finally able to make
words.
"Should I stop?" Her hand glided softly from head to nut
gently squeezing at the end of each stroke. I could not have
stopped her if I tried. I no longer had the will power. I
felt her left hand in motion. Sheila parted my robe to my
chest and began rubbing small circles around my nipples. They
became pebble hard immediately. It dawned on me at this time
that my son's slut girlfriend was going to make me cum. I
knew Jim was just down the hall and could join us at any
moment, I just didn't care. I was going to let this vixen
take me over the edge, consequences be damned.
" I asked you what you imagined my pussy looks like?" she
repeated.
I looked down between my legs and saw her small hand jacking
me off. Pre-cum dribbled from my slit and was quickly wiped
down my shaft by her pistoning hand. My nipples became
harder as she gently squeezed them. I was close to cumming
now and ignored her question. I moaned, ass clenched, closed
my eyes and prepared for my release.
"I asked you a question," she said sternly. Abruptly her hand
ceased its motion. She pinched the root of my staff between
thumb and forefinger, squeezing quite hard. Sheila's
fingernails dug deeply into my sensitive nipple. My orgasm
had stalled. Cock and nipple alike throbbed at the sudden
attack.
"Ow! Please." my voice weak and pathetic, desperately needing
the release that was so close. My hips involuntarily thrust
forward and back hoping to recapture the lost momentum. Her
grip was unrelenting.
"Answer the question old man. Talk dirty to me!"
"I imagine that your pussy is tight and wet." I spat out
desperate for her to resume her cock play.
"Go on."
"I see my self laying between your outstretched legs licking
you from clit to asshole." The words came easily. I had
thought these thoughts many times before. I felt her grip on
my prick relax. She resumed her stroking. The flow of blood
returned to my prick causing a tingle that added to the
sensation. I again brought her panties to my face. "You smell
so fresh, so horny.like a little girl, a horny cock sucking
little girl. " My voice became ragged as Sheila picked up her
pace. "I see your clit. It's large and erect, sticking out
like a pencil eraser from between your lips. You are so wet.
Drops of your juice are running easily down your parted
thighs. I want to make love to you with my tongue." My
imagination was racing, her hand now a blur on my dick.
"Do I have hair on my pussy?" she whispered, her voice oozing
lust.
I have always been a sucker for a bald pussy. Imagining that
Sheila had a hairless snatch combined with her fevered
stroking of my cock was too much for me. I dropped the
underwear and gripped the appliance in front of me. "Ooooohhh
Sheila, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Please, please."
Sheila's right hand never slowed. Her left dropped from my
nipples forming a makeshift receptacle in front of my
straining organ. "Ooooohhh" the first shot bypassed her
cupped fingers and struck the washing machine with a loud
splat. My nuts tightened. She caught the second discharge in
its entirety. I was living every man's fantasy at that point.
A horny seventeen-year old slut was polishing my bishop,
forcing me to talk dirty to her, and was now collecting my
discharge in her outstretched hand. My cock continued to pour
scum. Two, three, four spurts.I was panting as she squeezed
the last of my cum from my body. Her palm was filled with my
whiteness.
Spent, I struggled to catch my breath. Sheila abruptly raised
her cum filled left hand to my face, covering my own mouth
while simultaneously pinching my nose closed with two of her
fingers. I struggled, turning my head sharply to get away,
but Sheila gripped me tightly, pressing her body firmly
against my back. She was forcing me to eat my own spew. Weak
from my intense orgasm and unable to breathe, I opened my
mouth gasping for air. Sheila's fingers immediately shoveled
the cum onto my tongue then held my jaw closed.
"Eat it baby. It's hot and wet and full of your lust for me."
I swallowed my load. In the past I had sometimes licked small
drops of my cum from my wrist after an unusually hard orgasm
when masturbating. I had also kissed women immediately
following a blowjob. But I had never in my entire life
swallowed an entire load of sperm. I could not remember ever
having cum this intensely before. The release certainly
justified the minor degradation that I now felt, but I would
never give Sheila the satisfaction of telling her this. I
turned, wanting to confront this little girl, this slut, my
son's girlfriend. Sheila was walking away. She turned her
head and sucked her fingers one at a time as if she had just
finished eating fried chicken. My cum was still wet on her
fingers. Cocky bitch!
"In case you're wondering" she said flippantly, "I don't have
a hair one on my pussy. Never have, never will." And then she
was gone.
I licked my lips and smiled. Never again would she humiliate
me in this way. Things would soon change for Miss High and
Mighty! I wiped my dick on her panties.
CHAPTER TWO - A SON'S DEGRADATION
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Had I been in bed, I would have (in typical male fashion)
rolled over and gone to sleep. I was spent. This was a
Saturday to end all Saturdays. I had just experienced the
whopper of all orgasms, and at the hand of my son's
domineering, seventeen-year old, slut girl friend to boot.
But I wasn't in bed, I was standing in the laundry room where
Sheila had, moments ago, caught me - a forty year old man --
sniffing her wet panties like some horny adolescent kid.
Without hesitation she had reached around my body and tossed
me off quicker than a ten-dollar whore. The wanton slut had
done so with Jim, her boyfriend, my son, in the next room.
What had surprised me, and I still felt the humiliating sting
of the act, was that Sheila had trapped my ejaculate in her
outstretched hand and forced me to eat my own spew. She was
obviously a girl who was use to being in charge. This too
would change.
With the laundry left unattended, I returned to my bedroom. I
passed the "kids" room where the door stood half-open. Two
steps passed the room her voice made me stop in my tracks.
"Suck it bitch!" Sheila was making no attempt at being quiet.
"Lick my pussy good or I'll slap the shit out of you again!"
I stepped back to the doorway and listened to this girl-child
bark orders at my nineteen-year old offspring.
"Get me off bitch! Lick that clit! If you don't get me off,
I'm gonna shit in your mouth." Kind words of love from this
gorgeous, horny bitch.
I gently pushed the door open an inch, then two, and leered
inside. Jim was laying naked on his back on the bed. Sheila
was perched with her (oh so fine) ass on my son's face, she
was facing his feet. In this position she was not likely to
see me. I couldn't even see Jim's eyes his face was so buried
between her legs. "This little girl really knows how to take
charge," I thought to myself, still tasting my own acrid
discharge in my mouth. Sheila's rump bounced forcibly up and
down, ramming her cunt repeatedly onto the face below her.
Her tits, large grapefruits, bounced tightly on her chest in
tandem with her torso.
"Lick me!" she commanded, then abruptly leaned down and
viciously slapped the swollen pecker that lewdly stared her
in the face. The erect penis swung to and fro. It was red ,
probably from having been slapped before I entered the
picture. I was taken by the small size of my son's organ. It
couldn't have been longer than 4 inches at best. It reminded
me of my own cock.when I was ten-years old. Now I'm no
monster, but I proudly sport 8 inches plus. Jim obviously
didn't inherit his penis length genes from my side of the
family.
"Mmmmphh." my son squealed from beneath her crack.
My son had been dating Sheila for almost a year, or I should
say that she began dating him. Sheila was obviously the
dominant one in this wacko relationship. She had been
sixteen-years old at the time. Sheila was drop dead gorgeous.
She had long slender legs that attached to the finest teen
ass known to man. Less than a half an hour ago she had
revealed to me that she kept her pussy shaved, a personal
favorite of mine. Letting my eyes travel up her sleek frame,
I saw that her nipples were standing tall, sticking out from
her body a good _ of an inch. Her tits, though not huge, were
flawless and firm. You could bounce a quarter off them,
something I vowed that I would try at the first opportunity.
Now, tilting her head back in obvious pleasure from the sound
licking she was receiving, her flowing blonde hair dipped
lusciously into the crack of her ass. Undoubtedly Sheila
would never display it to the wimp beneath her, but she was
enjoying my son's tongue on her pussy. Some people rode
horses with less vigor than this woman pummeled Jim's face
with. I looked forward to the first time that I would lower
my head between her creamy thighs.
"AARRGHHH." Sheila screamed into the air. As she came, she
reached down and began swatting Jim's puny organ back and
forth. Leaning forward, her ass now several inches above
Jim's face, I could see several strands of wet mucous
stretching from his lips to her nether region. He spoke.
"Please let me cum, please."
"Bitch, you are suppose to address me as Ma'am!" Her hand
delivered its most vicious blow yet.
"Please MA'AM let me cum. I can't hold back any longer." His
voice now pleading for release.
Sheila's right hand began tugging deeply at her own sex. Her
left went to my son's small marble sac, her fingers squeezing
tightly. Ow, I thought to myself. Jim's pecker was red and
swollen. It throbbed against her wrist. Sheila began moaning
as she brought herself off for the second time. "Cum bitch,
squirt now!" she finally relented.
Within seconds he came. His moans filled the air. He sounded
like a dying elk. I don't know whether he was wailing from
the intensity of his cum, or from the twisted abuse that
Sheila inflicted on his balls. The first blast went almost
straight up, arced and fell with a splat on the vise that was
Sheila's hand. His subsequent volleys struck Sheila's chest
as she bent over him. For such small nuts, Jim had produced
quite a bit of sperm. Sheila's hand and tits glistened white.
She raised her leg and dismounted her man-steed. With a quick
toss of her head she flung back her blonde mane, raised her
eyes, and looked directly at me. There was a momentary flash
of surprise on her face. Until this moment she had not been
aware of my presence. She smiled.
Still looking directly into my eyes she spoke to her partner,
"You've made quite a mess Jimmy, time to clean mommy up."
Without a moment's hesitation Jim raised to his knees, his
back to me, and began licking his spunk from her tits.
Goosebumps formed around her nipples. She winked at me and
raised her hand to his lips. "Don't forget this," she said
with contempt. A huge blob of cum clung to her extended
wrist. Jim stuck his tongue into the goo and sucked it into
his mouth as one might suck in a stray strand of spaghetti.
He made a loud slurping sound as his discharge re-entered his
body.
"That will be all" Sheila said as much to Jim as to me.
Having been dismissed, I retreated from the doorway and went
into the diningroom and sat at the table. I was fully erect
and gave myself a few furtive strokes as I thought about the
lewd scene that I had just been a witness to. I didn't fully
understand why my son was letting himself be treated this way
but I was obviously turned on by the act of his degradation.
I fingered my swollen prick and thought about giving myself a
quick wank to relieve the tension that had built inside of
me.
"No," I thought, "I'm going to let that smug bitch do it for
me."
CHAPTER THREE - WHO'S REALLY IN CHARGE HERE
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It was definitely turning into a weekend to remember. In the
last hour alone I had been shamelessly masturbated by my wimp
son's domineering girlfriend. This must have turned her on
more than she openly showed, because moments after leaving
me, Sheila returned to her bedroom and pummeled Jim's face
with her pussy. I know this because I heard her verbal abuse
from the hallway and found myself watching through the open
door. No doubt Sheila had left the door ajar so as to attract
my interest. Her plan worked.
After being discovered, Sheila had smiled at me and continued
with the humiliation of my son. After having cum on her
chest, she dutifully made him lick his ejaculate from her
body. He performed this task with enthusiasm and zest. It was
becoming obvious from her demeanor that Sheila had intentions
of making me her slave as well. Immediately after jacking me
off in the laundry room, she had forced my own discharge into
my gasping mouth. Unlike Jim, I resented this act and vowed
to make her pay at my earliest convenience . There was no way
that I was going to succumb to this slut's wishes. She had
turned my small-dicked son into a cum eating little girly
man, but I'd be damned if she would sway me to the dark side.
The force is strong in me. I would win this battle.
I sat at the dining room table wearing nothing but my brief
robe. In my lap, my hand gently stroked my bloated dick. I
was not going to make myself cum. That was going to be
Sheila's job, my son be damned.
Jim entered the room. He had on only a pair of boxer shorts
speckled with little printed hearts. Didn't he look sweet.
Dried cum, his and hers, was caked around his mouth, chin and
cheeks. Sheila must not have allowed him to wash, further
proof of his total submission. He licked at his lips unaware
that I had been witness to the abuse that he had just been
(willingly) submitted to.
"Morning Dad." He walked past me into the kitchen. Pulling
Sheila's mug from the cupboard, he filled it with coffee.
"Where's your 'mommy'?" I asked using Sheila's own word to
describe herself.
The lean nineteen-year-old blushed at the reference. He had
no way of knowing that I had witnessed his submission, but
the humiliation that he had received at Sheila's hands must
have still been fresh in his mind.
"His mommy's right here," Sheila chortled as she brazenly
strut into the room. Damn she looked fine. She had obviously
attended to her own hygiene despite having withheld this
privilege from her boy-toy. Her freshly combed blonde hair
hung loosely over her chest. Her tits were very much on
display in a sleeveless, almost see through blouse that was
buttoned to just below her nipples. The garment hung loose on
her near perfect torso. Sheila wore the same silk running
shorts that she probably wore when she was ten. They were
pressed tight against her lower body. No effort was made to
conceal her cunt lips. The material was pressed deep into her
slit displaying a highly desirable camel toe. The leg
openings were cut high enough that, had she had any, her
pubic hair would have been sticking out both sides. The
strong smell of musk perfume swam about her. She looked like
a whore. She looked damn fine.
"Here's your coffee mommy" Jim said handing her the mug.
"That's a good boy," Sheila responded, patting him gently on
the head. "And how's my other boy doing?" She turned to me
eager to resume my submission. I had other plans.
Without hesitation, I quickly reached forward into her gaping
blouse, firmly grabbed a nipple in each hand, and pulled her
sharply to me. Off balance and more than a little surprised,
the seventeen-year old slut dropped the coffee and fell
across my lap. My son's jaw dropped, totally aghast at the
brazenness of my assault. In his wildest dream he could not
have even imagined himself doing the same thing. My left arm
fell across the young woman's back, holding her tightly in
this most submissive of positions.
"What the f." she began to cry but was cut short as my open
right hand fell like a ton of bricks across her ass. "Owwww!"
The thin silk shorts did nothing to soften the blow. My hand
raised and fell again. Ten times I smacked her ass. Tears
streamed down her face.
Jim, frozen with fear until now, stepped forward as if to
intervene. A sharp open-handed blow to his chest sent him
sprawling backward. He sat on the floor looking dumbfounded
as I returned the hand to Sheila's stinging ass. Gently I
massaged her cheeks allowing my fingers to dip into her well-
defined crack. She was wet, very wet. I felt her nipples
harden against my bare thigh. She moaned.
"Who's in charge now mommy?" I said, taunting Sheila as my
hand dug deeper into her groin.
"LET ME UP THIS MINUTE!" She began struggling against the arm
that held her in place. Again my hand raised and attacked her
bottom. Tears returned to her eyes. She squirmed helpless on
my lap. Jim started to rise from the floor. Sheila screamed
at him, "Sit your faggot ass back down, NOW!" She was
desperate to regain the control that she was so use to
wielding.
" I have a better idea Jim. Get your wimp ass up and come
stand at this wench's feet." Jim looked desperately back and
forth between Sheila and I. He was clearly torn about whose
command to obey. A swift crack to Sheila's ass ceased the
kicking of her legs and demonstrated to Jim who was in
control of the situation. Jim moved meekly behind the prone
body.
I spread Sheila's legs slightly exposing a dark wet spot on
her tight running shorts. Jim turned away not wanting to see
her obvious uncontrollable excitement. "I suggest that you
look at it or you'll not forget the time you will spend over
my knee when I am done with your hot whore girlfriend." His
eyes reluctantly returned to the moist junction between her
legs. My fingers moved deftly over her slit, pushing the
soft, thin material deeper into her pussy. Sheila moaned,
"Please." She was obviously loosing her resolve.
"Pull her pants down boy." I said to my son.
"No, please." Sheila panted as she squirmed in my lap. Her
motion only drove my turgid member deeper into her belly.
"Ohhhh." She was unable to control her newfound feelings of
submission. Jim grasped the too-tight material and began to
work the shorts down her legs. He dropped them to the floor
at my feet. Keeping a firm hold across her back, I pushed
Sheila's right leg off of my knee, exposing her gaping
crotch. Her asshole winked open and closed as clear puss
oozed from her cunt and ran down her thighs, puddling on my
leg.
"She's a hot little slut don't you agree?" My son could not
take his eyes off of the sight before him. His now hard, boy-
pecker pushed at his heart-covered boxer shorts. He
unconsciously licked at the caked cum that covered his face.
He was not use to seeing his slut-mate spread so openly
against her will. The act was made even more appalling
because it was his own father who was forcing the display.
Sheila involuntarily humped her torso up and down. Both
children moaned at the same time.
Dragging my fingers through the leaking goo, I abruptly
inserted a finger into the helpless girl's puckered flower.
Her anus resisted but was no match for the well-lubricated
intruder. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she squealed, I added a second
finger to the mix. Both digits were now sawing back and forth
into her rectum. Jim, eyes riveted to the deflowering
unfolding before him, began rubbing at the material covering
his penis. "Take it out" I ordered. Without hesitation his
underwear dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and
kicked them to the side with Sheila's discarded shorts.
"Your boy-toy's pecker is quite hard," I said to Sheila who
was unable to witness Jim's erection but undoubtedly felt
mine stabbing her from below. I removed my fingers and
dragged more of her wetness to her hole. Holding her cheeks
apart I told my son to stick his pecker in. His eyes widened,
unable to imagine himself violating his mistress' shit hole.
"Noooooooo, please, don't let him fuck my asshole. I'll do
anything, but please don't let that wimp fuck me." She tried
desperately to get away but I held her tight and gave her
three more blows to the inside of her already red thighs.
"I've got news for you slut, you'll do anything AND you'll
take him up your ass." I grabbed my son's cock by the head
and pulled him toward his girlfriend's ass. With my help, his
small prick had no problem entering her nether hole. Sheila
struggled, although with less vigor than she had displayed up
until now. I reached under her leg and began flicking my
fingers across the nub of her clit. This once domineering
slut quickly began pumping back against my son's thrusting
cock. Jim began playing with his own hard nipples,
alternating from one to the other while his free hand rested
on Sheila's hip. It was probably the most control that he had
ever had over any girl.
Sheila's belly relentlessly rubbed my engorged dick on every
downstroke of my son's dick. My need was growing. I knew that
I would soon need to complete my dominance over this slut by
using her as a receptacle for my pent up discharge. My hand
moved from her clit to Jim's nut sac. I rolled his marble-
sized rocks between my fingers and squeezed ever so tenderly.
Jim suddenly wailed in a girlish fashion, turned his head
toward the ceiling and began pumping his load into Sheila's
clenching asshole. I knew that once these two kids were alone
again, Jim would pay dearly for this indiscretion. Maybe,
just maybe, I would be inclined to watch Sheila's revenge.
Jim finished and stepped back, aghast at the sight of his
sperm dripping from the anus of the woman he idolized. At
this point he realized just how much trouble he was in.
Sheila lay panting across my lap. The combination of Jim's
dick and my finger action had made her climax at least twice
that I had counted. I looked down. The mere sight of Sheila's
battered groin made me ooze pre-cum onto the belly above me.
It was my turn.
Scooping three finger's worth of my son's scum from her
distended hole, I tossed Sheila to the floor at my feet.
Roughly pulling her head to me, I jammed the fingers into her
mouth. "Remember this?" I gloated, reminding her that she had
humiliated me in such a fashion a little over an hour ago.
"Not so high and mighty now are you?" Grabbing a handful of
her beautiful blonde locks, I pulled her face to my groin.
"You will now mouth-love me woman!" I instructed boldly.
Her lips touched my ready cock. She licked at the head,
scooping the viscous pre-cum into her gaping mouth. She
looked at me. There was true lust in her eyes. Her proffered
tongue ran down the shaft and swabbed my tight, drawn nut
sac. This would not take long I thought. She pressed her lips
to the underside of my gland and made the return trip to the
head. My dick was throbbing. My release was the only thing
that mattered. Taking my head into her cavernous mouth at
last, she slowly speared herself on my rod. Inch by lovely
inch sunk deeper into her mouth. Jim's dick was responding to
the spectacle in front of him. Instinctively I knew that it
would be a long time before he saw any further release.
Sheila would show him no mercy after the degradation that she
had just experienced from him. My close-cropped pubic hair
moustached on Sheila's lips. My log was firmly entrenched in
her sucking throat. I was close.
"Now" was all I said as I gently stroked her bloated cheek.
Sheila's seventeen-year old mouth began feverishly consuming
my rod. My dick pistoned her open cavity. In, out, in, out. I
began to swell. My eyes shut tight, I began pumping jism into
her mouth. I allowed a moan to escape from my lips
acknowledging to all that this bitch was a first class
cocksucker. "Don't even think about swallowing my cum. I want
to see your mouthful when I am done." Sheila looked me
straight in the eyes. This was her final act of submission.
She understood that not following my command meant further
humiliation, even painful, indiscretions. Her lips milked the
last of the spunk from my tool. She removed her mouth,
opening it wide so that I might inspect its contents.
My newfound girl-slave was indeed very beautiful. Here she
knelt between my outstretched legs. Looking down over her
shoulder, I saw her ass glisten fire red. A small puddle of
Jim's discharge dripped slowly from her groin to the floor
beneath her legs, testimony to her degradation that she had
received at my hands. Her back was ramrod straight, thrusting
her chest proudly toward me, her nipples strong and erect.
Sheila's face was that of an angel. At this moment, she was
undoubtedly the most beautiful woman that I had ever come
across (pun intended). Her mouth was full. A pool of my
whiteness rose from her clenched shut throat to the back of
her teeth. She awaited my instructions.
"The boy looks hungry," I told her, "feed him." Her face lit
up like a youngster on Christmas morning. I was allowing her
to recapture some of the dignity that was taken from her when
I let her wimp boy-toy fuck her in the ass. She was grateful.
The softness faded from her eyes as she turned toward Jim. He
helplessly opened his mouth waiting to receive his father's
secondhand offering. Sheila was in control again, at least
for as long as I wished her to be.
-THE BEGINNING-
Mangemerde can be contacted at deac@extremezone.com - Your
comments and criticism are encouraged.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others
outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to HAVE
unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You
only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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