Chapter 7
Some things are best taught by experience. One thinks that one knows the true depths of one's love or affection for another person, but experience makes liars out of our imaginations. If we're lucky the people we love give us opportunity to be humbled by the poverty of our expectations--by the failure of our ability to conceive how completely they can exceed the limitations of our hopes and fantasies. Everyone lives in a world of sandcastles they imagine to be stone palaces, built on what they are capable of either consciously or, more often, unconsciously imagining or believing about themselves and others. Certain experiences wash those sandcastles flat.
One such moment in my life was carrying my freshly fucked, 18 year old, sister-in-law, Simone, into her mom's bedroom and discovering my pregnant 19 year old wife Sophia pile-driving her 35 year old mother, Cherie, in the ass with an 8 inch strap on.
Obviously I knew that my wife was a profoundly sexual being. She might have been relatively inexperienced when we'd started our whirlwind romance during her freshman year in college. But from the beginning she had taken to being fucked and dominated with astonishing vigor and resolve.
There in her mom's bedroom I could see the evidence in the form of a padlock inscribed with my initials tattooed as a tramp stamp on her lower back to mark her as my property. This had been an inspiration of hers very early in our relationship. A symbol of her desire to belong to me inspired by the treatment I dished out to her fuckholes with my 10inch sex saber. She was a woman of ravenous appetites who derived a profound pleasure from sex and sexual submission.
And of course, it had been she who had proposed that I should start fucking her young mother and her younger siblings. Particularly taking Simone on as my side-slut to use as a sop to my need for multiple daily orgasms during the period after our daughter was going to be born. Therefore I couldn't claim to believe her to be inhibited by normal moral strictures.
The night before she'd let he ass-ram her on her hands and knees watching a video Cherie had made me where my mother-in-law had taken the aforementioned strap-on for a drive up Simone's previously un-fucked Hershey Highway. Then she'd brought me over to her single-mother's domicile to have sex with her younger sister. Hell, Sophia had long suspected that she was either the product of her grandfather or her step-father's sexual relationship with her mom, and, when I'd revealed to her that not only was she her step-father's bastard (her mom's birth father had confined himself to sodomizing Cherie for his pleasures)--but that her step-father had eventually become her mother's master and pimp--she had clearly been aroused at the idea of my keeping her and the women in her family in some similar type of sexual servitude.
She was a true bottom bitch. And she was beautiful, of spectacular heart and mind. She was insightful and clever, and saw things that I often missed--not least that her family was ripe and ready to be taken on as a stable of sexual playthings and that I actually needed such a harem if I was going to be truly satisfied and if our relationship was going to be complete and unified. So I already should have been humbled by her ability to exceed my expectations. By her well proven ability to rise to the challenge of my prodigious cock and my attendant sexual appetites.
Never the less, experience teaches better than one's imagination. Watching Cherie attacking one of her pillows with her teeth like a feisty terrier to stifle her groans and cries of pleasure from my wife's thrusting hips was like being hit by a lightning bolt. A lightning bolt that struck my head and ran down my spine to my taint and made my cock leap up to attention.
And when my wife proposed that we should spit roast her mom and sister I practically came a gout of semen at them from across the room like a ship blasting a warning shot across an enemy's bow.
But, if you'll remember, I had naked young Simone slung over my shoulder in a near swoon after spanking her and then spending what had probably been an hour getting my big cock into her near virgin pussy and fucking her brains to a mush of pleasure. She was caked in sweat, girl cum, and semen and her ass and medium-sized breasts were both hot and tender with fresh bruises.
Sophia had warned me that Simone was especially aroused by the idea of being dominated and brutalized; probably even more than my wife or Cherie (both of whom were fully capable of orgasming just from an aggressively sexual spanking). And I had been very focused on expressing my authority over the young woman. She had demonstrated her gratitude in the form of multiple squirting orgasms while I'd ravaged her for my pleasure whilst gagging her with her own clothing to keep the little bitch from waking the neighborhood with her near canine howls of sexual ecstasy.
Doubtlessly no sexual experience in her life, including the anal-rodgering that Cherie had subjected her to on video the night before, was a preparation for the brutal advantage I'd taken of her that morning. She was stirring in my arms as I held her folded slim little frame across my back, but her muscle tone suggested that her brain was still too dick-liquified to fully appreciate what was taking place. She clearly hadn't registered that her pregnant older sister had designs on making a foursome with her and her mom. She'd been rode hard and put up wet.
My mind whirled with calculations of sexual geometry even as I strode into the bedroom and gave my wife a full throated deep tongue kiss. She didn't break her stride, the oiled dildo drilled forward and retreated, forward and retreated. The day before I had treated my mother-in-law to a couple of rounds of violent public sodomy that had left her swearing her sexual fealty to me and offering all of her children as surrendered tribute to my sexual conquest of her and her nether-hole. This dildo was neither as long as my sex-weapon, nor as girthy as the buttplug she'd worn to prepare herself for our outdoor encounter. (A plug that she'd then inserted into Simone at my instruction, and which the latter had removed without explicit permission--thereby justifying the taste of corporal punishment I'd given her that morning). Despite the deficiencies of my wife's silicone lady dick in comparison with the throbbing hog-leg that was currently dripping precum between my legs, Cherie seemed to have no complaints. Her back ran with little tremors of muscular contraction and she thrust her buttocks back at her daughter's flexing hips in a clear desire to take as much pseudo-cock as Sophia could load into her dump truck.
I figured they would still be okay on their own for a little while and whispered into my wife's ear, "Oh my perfect little wifey-slut! I don't even have words!" we kissed again and her pleasure at my praise was palpable. Her hips kept thrusting and I broke our lip lock to continue my thought, "But I think Simone needs a little breather on the bench before we give her any more right this second."
Sophia seemed to take in her sister's state of dick-lerium and hunched forward into her mom's ass chuckling a little. "Jeez, my side-slut sister better be glad that mom is ready to tag in as a side slut for her! The little-bitch got no staying power!"
Simone actually stirred in my arms at that and her voice spoke up in a croak, "That's not fair! Soph, you said you were bow legged for almost a week after the first time BD had his way with you! That you had to careful sitting down or even going pee! It's a lot."
I didn't feel like interrupting my mother-in-laws butt-ramming for the sisters to argue over who deserved more sympathy for taking my cock. I shushed them.
"Hush bitches!" I gave my wife a half-force spank on her behind to focus her and to get her back to work dildo-dremeling her mom's badonkadonk, and simultaneously squeezed Simone's ass where it rested on my shoulder making her quiver from the pressure on her well tenderized derrière.
"Daddy's hoes have better uses for their mouths" a wicked thought struck me, "one of which I'm gonna teach little sis right now. So big sis you can keep fucking Cherie in her pooper. But when I'm done with Simone in the bathroom I'm gonna teach you a lesson for fucking one of my side-pieces without asking her owner's permission" Both my wife and her curvy mother-in-law responded to my sexual threat with a tremor of shared aroused trepidation.
