My Stepfather the Toilet

By WimpHub

Hi, my name is Jessica, and I am 17 years old. I am 5'11" tall, with short, spiky black hair and dark eyes. I am told I am pretty, and my 36-23-36 figure certainly seems to attract the boys. This does not bother me though, as I am a lesbian. I have a lot of friends of a similar persuasion, and we are all into punk fashions; you know, coloured hair, piercings, that sort of thing. I get my looks from my Mom Jane. She is even taller than me, and her black hair is shoulder length and frames her very attractive face. At 37, she has put on a few pounds over the years but in all the right places. When she wears her little mini dress, she has men drooling over her enormous cleavage and long, shapely legs. One person who was completely captivated by her was James Wilson, the loser I am going to tell you about. Just 5' 2", unattractive and weedy, he was the last man someone like my Mom would go for, which is why I was surprised that she began to see a lot of him. I was even more surprised when a couple of months after meeting him, she announced that they were engaged. "I don't believe it," I said to her. "He is an ugly little creep, you can do much better than that!" "I know dear," she explained. "But he is a very rich man, with his own business and a huge house. Also thanks to his late father, he is incredibly rich." "Maybe," I countered. "But even so, how could you let him near you?" "It won't be for long," she laughed. "I can wrap the little wimp round my little finger. After the wedding, I have plans for him!" She did not elaborate, but I knew, like me, she had an incredible cruel streak in her. I had a feeling that the future was not going to be entirely happy for Mr. Wilson. His first marriage had not been exactly happy, the two children Tom and Mary, born in the first years of the marriage were mixed race. This was as a result of a long-term affair his wife had with a black guy. Because he was besotted with her, and totally weak, he stayed on until she left him for another black guy when the kids were 15 and 14 respectively. He had never really got on with them, and their mother had taught them to despise him. Anyway, the wedding of James and my mother went ahead a couple of months later, and they went off on a two-week honeymoon. When they returned, I sat down with my mother and asked how it all went. "A complete disaster," she laughed. "He has the tiniest dick I have ever seen, and he can't last more than thirty seconds before shooting his load. Thank God I didn't marry him for the sex!" We both laughed at this, as she outlined her plans. "I have told him that I am not keen on sex," she continued. "I have insisted that in future he can perform oral sex on me, but I will not touch his cock or have anything to do with it." "And he accepted that?" I asked incredulously. "He is like a little puppy dog," she grinned. "He does just what I tell him. I have also told him I will not put up with him jerking off either. We will give it a couple of weeks, and then put the next part of my plan into action." So for the next two weeks or so, Mom made sure that her new husband was kept frustrated. It didn't help him when Mom and I flaunted our curvy bodies at him at every opportunity, either in our underwear or short sexy nighties. It was highly amusing for both of us to see the look of lust on his haggard face, as he stole a glance at our tits or barely covered pussies. Eventually Mom said the time was right, and we would bring in her sister Louise and her daughter, my cousin Alice. Louise is a couple of years younger than Mom, but with a similar figure. She is divorced, but still attracts a lot of male attention. Alice is a real stunner, with her long blonde hair, generous tits and never ending legs. Just 15, but she looks quite a bit older. Mom decided she would be perfect to set a trap for her unsuspecting husband, as she was very advanced sexually, having been active since she was thirteen. Mom invited Aunt Louise and Alice to stay for the weekend. James had met them a few times before, and had assumed Alice was older than me. You could see when he looked at her that he really liked the look of her, and on this occasion with his frustrated state, it was even more evident. On Saturday afternoon, Mom suggested we ladies do some shopping. As arranged, Alice said she would rather stay at home and sunbathe by the pool. Mom said OK, and asked the wimp to look after her while the rest of us went out. Alice changed into her skimpy black bikini, and she and James went to sit by the pool. Mom and Louise went out, but I hid in the house and watched the pool. It was not long before Alice started to work on him. As James brought her a cold drink, she slipped off her top, freeing her delicious breasts. From her actions, it was clear she asked James to rub sun cream on them. He spent some time massaging the cream into her tits, in an obvious state of arousal. Then suddenly Alice whispered something in his ear and kissed him. He appeared to nod excitedly, and they both got up and made for the house, hand in hand. This was my cue to run to her room, and turn on the hidden video camera. From my hiding place, I saw them go into the room and close the door. I went downstairs to wait. It was not very long before I heard Alice coming back downstairs on her own. I asked her immediately how it had gone. "Perfect," she told me. "He ripped off his swimsuit and lay on the bed, then I knelt between his legs and sucked his miserable little dick for a little while. Then I mounted him, and bounced on his cock until he came about thirty seconds later. I have left him sleeping upstairs, and the whole thing is on tape." "Great!" I exclaimed. "We have got him just where we want him!" When Mom and Aunt Louise returned, we told them all about it, and later we looked at the tape when James was in the bath. Nothing was said or done that evening, Mom decided to surprise James the next day. On Sunday evening, Mom told James to have a bath, change into his robe and join her in the lounge. She sort of hinted that the ladies would be going home, and even that he may get some sex that evening. When he came back down, he was quite surprised to see the four of us sitting round in our robes. "Come and sit down dear," Mom said sweetly. "We are just going to watch a video." As he sat down, Mom pressed the remote control. All the colour drained out of the wimp's face, as he saw himself naked on the bed with his cock in Alice's mouth. "I'm sorry," he stuttered. "She led me on honey." "Are you blaming my daughter?" Aunt Louise demanded aggressively. "No," he spluttered. "But I felt so frustrated. I'm sorry." "Sorry isn't good enough," Louise told him. "My daughter is only fifteen, you are going to prison!" "But I didn't know!" James protested. "I did tell him Mom," Alice assured her mother, with an evil grin. "At least that is what I will tell the court." "No, please," James whined, desperation in his voice. "Don't let me go to prison Jane, I will do anything!" "Yes you will," Mom replied calmly. "You can start by taking off your robe, and kneeling on the floor." James complied, and a grinning Aunt Louise stood before him. "My, you were at the back of the queue when they handed out cocks, weren't you?" she laughed, and we all joined in. Getting me told hold his arms behind him, Aunt Louise slapped James hard across the face, and brought the back of her hand across the other cheek with considerable force. "How dare you defile my daughter you pervert!" she spat. "I'm sorry," whimpered my stepfather. Ignoring his apologies and pleas for mercy, Louise slapped him back and forward with all the strength she could muster at least two dozen times. By the end he was sobbing with the pain of it, and Mom said that was enough. Replacing her sister, she two smashed the wimp across the face with the front and back of her hand. "Please honey," sobbed the wimp. "I have said I am really sorry!" "You have no idea how sorry you are going to be," Mom assured him, and proceeded to slap him another twenty times with even more force than her sister. By the time she had finished, James's face was bright pink, and he looked completely dazed. Mom reached in her bag, and pulled out a cock cage. "We can't trust you alone in the house with our daughters," she told him. "So you will wear this all the time. That way we know you can't get an erection, and will be unable to rape the girls." "But how long will I have to wear this?" asked James, looking very worried. "For good," replied Mom adamantly. "From now on, you will keep that weedy cum in your balls. I don't intend to allow you any relief ever!" "But you can't do that, it is inhuman!" he whined. "Would you prefer to go to prison, and be some big black man's girlfriend?" she asked him. "No," he muttered, and hung his head resignedly as she locked up the device. "Just think," laughed Alice. "I am the last girl you will ever fuck!" We all laughed out loud at this, as the wimp began to sob again. "Now get out of my sight," Mom told him in disgust. "We have to decide how you will pay for your depraved actions." James slunk off to his bedroom looking very miserable. After he had gone, we all sat down to decide on suitable punishments for the wimp. As I said before, I am a lesbian and a few of my friends and I have a lesbian club, which meets, after school. I suggested to the others that we get him along to a meeting, so the girls and I could have some fun with him. I outlined some of the ideas I had and they all thought it was a great idea. Next morning, Mom instructed James to pick me up from my meeting at school. "Just knock on the door of the girls changing room," she told him. "Jess will be waiting for you." In fact there were six of us waiting for him that evening. I was joined by Katie, June, Debbie, Joan and Fiona. Katie is short, pretty with bright green hair and glasses. She has a very slim figure, with both nipples pierced. June has dyed her hair bright pink, is taller than Katie and a lot plumper, with large breasts, wide hips and big thighs. She has a pierced tongue. Debbie is probably the prettiest, with red hair, a slim model like figure and long legs. Joan and Fiona are twin sisters, both with blue hair. They are very attractive, with large tits and powerful looking legs. Both have been into weight training for some time, and Fiona is into martial arts. Both girls are very, very strong. James knocked on the door sharp at 4.30. I opened the door, and he came in to see the six of us dressed only in short toweling robes. He looked a little surprised, and was even more so when he was grabbed by three girls, pushed to the floor and stripped naked. After that, I grabbed his arms and cuffed his wrists behind his back. We then pulled him to his knees. "Time for you to meet my friends," I told him, holding him firmly by the hair. "We don't like men very much." "No," agreed Katie. "Especially wimpy sissies with tiny dicks!" All the girls laughed, and the wimp turned bright red. The girls all lined up, and I dragged James to the end of the line. "Now," I began. "Mom has told me about your foot fetish, so you can start getting to know the girls by crawling along and kissing their pretty feet. A dozen kisses on each foot, I think." With me encouraging him by dragging on his hair, James edged along planting kisses on each of the girl's feet while they verbally abused him, calling him footboy, wimp, sissy and any other derogatory names they could think of. When he reached Fiona at the end, she spoke to him. "Kiss those feet respectfully," she said. "They are very dangerous." "What do you mean?" he queried. "Oh you will find out soon," I laughed, as he obediently kissed the feet. When he had finished that task, the girls removed their robes, and showed their young white bodies in their full glory. What was immediately apparent, was the fact that, like me, they all had shaved pussies. In the normal course of events, this would have been every straight man's dream, but with all the hostility in the room, I am sure James was too scared to be enjoying this. "Don't they have beautiful pussies?" I asked him. "Yes," he muttered, totally embarrassed. "Well show them then," I insisted. "Crawl along, and give each pussy a nice big kiss." Once again, James crawled along the line, and gave each smooth snatch a lingering kiss. "I bet you would love to be allowed to slide your little dick into these young cunts," laughed June, as she felt his lips touching her pussy lips. "No chance of that," I giggled. "He will never feel a pussy around his dick ever again!" The girls all found this absolutely hilarious. When he reached the end of the line, all the girls turned their backs on him, bent forward and pulled their asscheeks apart. "Time to get to know the girls more intimately," I said. "I want you to give each asshole a nice deep French kiss." "Please don't make me do that," James whimpered. "Well you know what the alternative is, don't you?" I whispered in his ear. Resignedly, he moved forward and tentatively pushed his tongue into Joan's asshole. "Push it right in," ordered Joan. "I want you to get a real taste of me, a sort of houers d'erve before the main course!" "What does she mean?" asked James, pulling his tongue out. "Never mind," I replied. "Just get your tongue back in that asshole." I kept him there with his tongue in Joan, before making him spend another five minutes with each of the other girls. "Wasn't that nice?" I said to him when he had done. "I have an awful taste in my mouth," he replied. "I'm sure we can do something about that," I told him. With that, I took his hair and forced his head back. Telling him to keep his mouth open, I sniffed deeply clearing everything in my nose to the back of my throat. I then spat the slimy mess into his mouth. All you could hear was the sound of the others doing the same thing, before depositing their own disgusting mess into his unwilling mouth. We all laughed out loud, as he gagged and retched after swallowing it all. "That was disgusting!" he exclaimed indignantly. "It will get an awful lot worse than that sissy boy," I assured him. "If you don't win the fight." "Fight?" he repeated. "What fight?" "Well," I said, pulling him to his feet. "You are going to fight Fiona here. If you win, you can walk straight out of here. If not, then we all get to have a lot more fun with you." I got the naked Fiona and James to stand in the middle of the room. I told them that the rules were that if either party shouted mercy, the other would be declared the winner. James protested that his arms were cuffed, but I told him that it was fair, as Fiona was only a girl. To be honest though, seeing her tower above the little weed, he would not have had a chance with both hands free. The fight began, and, as I expected, did not last too long. Immediately, Fiona kicked the wimp twice in the stomach. As he bent forward winded, she pushed him hard up against the lockers. Kicking his legs apart, she brought her knee up forcefully into his balls. He screamed out in pain, but before he could speak Fiona pulled him forward, then pushed his head down as she brought her knee up, catching him on the chin. This caused him to fall on his back, dazed. As he did so, Joan and I grabbed an ankle each and pulled his legs wide apart. "Kick him Fiona!" I urged. Fiona did not need asking twice. With a huge grin she stepped forward and kicked James square in the balls twice in quick succession. He really screamed this time. "Mercy, mercy!" he cried very loudly. "Ignore him Fiona," I yelled. "Keep kicking the bastard, bust his balls make him suffer!" Again Fiona came forward, and laughing loudly began to smash her bare foot into James's balls at two-second intervals. "Oh God," he yelled, in extreme pain. "Mercy, mercy, you win please stop!" Totally ignoring him, Fiona continued to kick him as hard as she could. In the end the pleading just became a series of agonized sobs, as the unbearable pain shot through the wimp's body. Finally it stopped, and I looked round at the other girls to see that they were as turned on as me by the pain Fiona had inflicted on the sobbing sissy. No one more than Fiona herself, who looked flushed and very excited. "God I enjoyed that!" she exclaimed. "Me too," I agreed. "Great job Fiona." The other girls joined in with a round of applause. I gave it a few minutes for the pathetic sobbing to die down, and then knelt beside my stepfather. "Oh dear," I laughed. "Looks like you lose. We will be having some more fun with you. I am sure you will do exactly as you are told, you don't want me to let Fiona loose on you again do you?" "No," he replied quickly. "Good," I said. "Let's go over to the showers." Grabbing his hair again, I forced him to crawl along the floor using only his knees. He looked so ridiculous; the girls could not stop laughing at him. Once in the shower area, I got him to sit down on the white tiles. "Just for now," I explained, jerking his head back. "All you need to do is keep your mouth wide open." James obeyed immediately, and Debbie stepped forward. Straddling his head, she brought her smooth pussy to within an inch of his open mouth. "Take a deep breath toilet," she instructed. "I have a very full bladder!" With that she let forth a strong stream of dark yellow piss, which James struggled to swallow. He managed it without spilling too much, but gagged violently when she had finished as he caught the full taste of the foul liquid. Giving him a few seconds to recover, I yanked his head back again to serve the next girl. June decided on a slightly different approach. "I will fill up your mouth," she explained. "And then tell you to flush. I will keep doing that until I have finished." And that is what she did. Four or five times she filled his mouth with her warm pee, and then barked out the order to flush it down his throat. The rest of us roared with laughter at James's humiliation. The other three girls followed quickly afterwards, emptying their very full bladders into my stepfather's stomach. "I feel sick," he moaned afterwards, with all that piss swilling around inside him. "Lie down," said Debbie. "I will help you feel better." Wondering what she had in mind, James lay on his back. Without warning, Debbie turned and sat very heavily on his bloated stomach. To our great amusement, he turned and violently threw up all the piss he had just swallowed. He then sat up to try and catch his breath. As he rested, I caught sight of three young black guys from the school passing by. They were Tony, Mike and Jason, who belonged to a similar club to us girls, for gay guys. I tapped on the window and beckoned them over. They came into the changing room. "What's up Jess?" Tony asked. "I just wondered if you boys would be interested in getting a blowjob from a white sissy," I asked, pointing to the kneeling James, who had a horrified look on his face. "Who is he?" asked Mike. "My stepfather," I explained. "Is he a faggot then?" added Jason. "Starting right now he is," I laughed. "Drop your trousers boys, he is all ready to please you!" I went over to James, and he pleaded with me not to let this happen. He insisted he was not gay, and found the idea of sucking a cock repulsive. I told him he had no choice, and that he would suck cock any time he was told to, or else. Without accepting any more argument, I dragged him over to where the smirking boys were standing in line, their cocks beginning to rise in anticipation of what was about to happen. Tony was first; he grabbed James's hair and ordered him to open his mouth. "You had better suck me good white boy," he warned. "Or there will be trouble!" He forced his dick into James's mouth and began to move it back and forward over his tongue. That's it Tony," I encouraged him. "Fuck his sissy face, let us all see what a faggot he really is!" Tony began to pump his cock faster and faster, holding on to my stepfather's head. Eventually he announced he was ready to come. "Get ready cocksucker," I said to James. "He is about to fill your mouth with his thick cum, get ready to swallow it." With a yell, Tony released his load, and we laughed as we watched James desperately swallowing before the cum spilled out of his mouth. Tony eventually pulled out and pulled up his trousers. "Not too bad," he remarked. "He will get better," I promised him. "I will make sure you get to see a lot of him!" We all laughed, as James groaned before putting Mike's cock into his mouth. When he had satisfied all three boys, James struggled to his feet. "What are you doing faggot?" demanded Jason. "I thought you were done," replied my stepfather. "We need to piss boy," Jason went on. "Get back on your knees." James knelt down, and the three boys stood round him, aiming their dicks at his mouth. Simultaneously they began to piss. Obviously it was too much for the wimp to cope with, so it began to overflow. When this happened, the boys decided to have more fun by spraying their piss all over his face. This added to his humiliation and degradation, and had all us girls laughing uncontrollably. When they had done, the boys got dressed, thanked me for the fun and left. "Can I please go home now," begged the soaked and very nauseous James. "You haven't finished eating yet," Fiona told him. "I don't understand," he replied. "She means," I explained. "That you are going to eat shit." "You surely don't mean that," he protested. "That is awful!" "Listen faggot," Fiona spat at him. "I am going to empty my bowels into your mouth, and you are going to eat it understand? Now let's get over to the showers>" She dragged him forcefully by his hair, making him crawl over to the shower area, where she laid him on his back. Ordering him to open his mouth very wide, she squatted her pert ass over his face. "Make him have it all Fiona, called Joan. "Fill his mouth with your stinking filth!" "Open up toilet," ordered Fiona. "I feel a nice soft turd sliding out!" Within seconds, a good-sized light brown turd slid from her asshole and slid into James's mouth. He gagged immediately at what must have been an awful taste and smell. Fiona turned to force the whole thing into his mouth. "Now eat it faggot," she commanded. "Let me see you chewing it, or I will rip your balls off!" Extremely scared, my stepfather began to chew on Fiona's waste as though it was the tastiest thing he had ever eaten. "Eat my sister's shit sissy," Joan piped up. "If I had my way shit would be the only thing pathetic cunts like you would be allowed to eat!" "That's right," added Debbie. "Now swallow that shit loser, before we beat the shit out of you!" Finally James managed to get the whole of Fiona's turd down, before she presented her ass to him once again. "Lick me clean toilet, finish the job properly," she instructed, as we all laughed to see his sissy face pushed between her cheeks. Disappointingly for me and for them, none of the other girls needed to shit. I assured them there would be plenty of other times, as I would certainly be bringing the wimp back. This cheered them all up as we said our good-byes. When James and I returned home, Mom, Aunt Louise and Alice were waiting for us. "Hello dear," said Mom to James. "We have eaten, but we have your dinner almost ready." "I'm really not hungry," replied her husband, his stomach still full of Fiona's shit. "Nonsense," she countered you must eat!" She picked up the low coffee table and put it in the middle of the room, and told James to kneel in front of it. "My knees are a bit sore actually," James explained. "I have been on a stone floor all afternoon." "Listen," she spat. "You are going to be on your knees a lot in future for one reason or another, get used to it. Down!" James knelt, and Alice brought in two large dog bowls laying them side by side on the table. With a huge smile, Mom turned away from the table, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Squatting over the dog bowl just in front of stepfather's face, she let two large turds slide from her ass right into the bowl. She then moved over to the other bowl and emptied her piss into it. "No please honey," James begged. "I have already been made to eat shit today, Jessica will tell you." "You don't think that is all you are going to get do you?" laughed Aunt Louise, as she squatted and added a further two large turds to Mom's offering. The sissy began to cry as he saw what he was going to be made to eat. "Oh of course," I laughed. "You haven't had any of mine yet have you?" I got over the bowl and had a nice healthy shit of my own. "What about you Alice?" said Mom. "He should certainly eat yours too." "Sure," replied Alice. "But I have had an upset tummy, I don't know what it will be like." "Don't worry," said her Mom. "He will eat it whatever it is like." I saw what Alice meant as she crouched over the bowl. A long stream of dark brown totally liquid shit slid on to that of the rest of us, like some evil smelling chocolate sauce. We all laughed, and Mom remarked that it looked really appetizing. We moved to the other side of the room, to get away from the smell as we watched the wimp start on his meal. We laughed like drains, as we watched him simultaneously gag, retch and sob as he tried to swallow the foul meal we had prepared for him. While watching, I told the others everything the girls and I had done to James that afternoon, and they thought it was hilarious. Mom was particularly pleased about the cocksucking, and vowed to watch him do it very soon. While James was alternately chewing on the shit and lapping at the piss, the phone rang. It was Debbie. Apparently, the girls had told their Moms about the afternoon fun, and they were keen to add to James's degradation. I told Debbie to get them all over to our place as soon as possible. When the four women arrived, I kept them in the kitchen until James was about to finish the plate of shit. When I saw him pick up the last piece, I brought the four plump, attractive Moms in. "Hi," said Debbie's Mom to James. "We heard how much you entertained our girls today, and wanted to thank you. We understand that you love to eat shit, and we thought the least we could do was to let you have some of ours." With that, each of the ladies squatted over both bowls and emptied their bowels and bladders. Walking round to the once again sobbing James, they each presented their asses, so that he could use his tongue to remove the residue of shit from them. "Enjoy your meal," laughed Debbie's Mom, after they had adjusted their clothing. Then the four giggling women made their way home, leaving a very ill looking James to digest their waste. Finally all the shit had been eaten, and all the piss drunk. James had thrown up four or five times during the meal, and was now sitting quietly trying to recover. As we sat there, Mom asked young Alice if she thought James had been punished enough today. "There was one thing I was thinking about," the girl replied. "What's that," asked Mom. "Well," Alice went on. "Jess was telling us about the girl who kicked Uncle James between the legs and made him scream. I would quite like to know what that is like." "So you shall dear," replied Mom. "Would you like to do the kicking?" "Oh yes please!" answered Alice excitedly. "No please Jane," begged stepfather. "I am still in pain from earlier, I really couldn't take any more." Totally ignoring his pleas, Mom and Aunt Louise laid James on his back, and pulled his legs apart. I got down and held his arms above his head. With an excited smile on her face, Alice kicked off her shoes and stood between James's legs. "When you are ready dear," urged her Mom. "As hard as you can honey." Alice swung back her shapely young leg, and smashed her bare foot into her Uncle's unprotected balls. Probably from the earlier pain as well as this kick, James screamed out in pain. We all laughed at his distress, and Mom gave Alice more encouragement. "Very good honey," she congratulated her. "Now give him another half dozen, as hard as possible with a run up. I really want to see him in agony!" Alice took a few steps back, ran up and really whacked the wimp hard. The scream that came from him was the loudest I had heard that day. Now really getting into it, Alice added another five equally powerful kicks, bringing the same response. We were all proud of the way she ignored the wimp's pathetic pleas, and applauded each kick. "Well done darling," said her proud Mom when she had finished. "He really deserved that." James was in a real state, sobbing and writhing in agony on the floor. "Stop whingeing, and go to bed," said Mom, without an ounce of sympathy. "Now you know how things are going to be, prepare yourself for lots more shit eating tomorrow. Oh, and set your alarm, we want you up and ready to receive our morning piss!" The four of us laughed uproariously, as James limped up to bed clutching his poor abused balls.