The Best Birthday Present Ever
Copyright© 2019 by Mark Gander
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Wayne Murphy is about to get the best birthday gift ever from his twin sister and favorite lover, Wendy. What's the gift? His ex-wife.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Post Apocalypse Sharing Slut Wife Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pegging Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Nudism Revenge
“Damn, that is so fucking hot, watching Tamara peg Jordan like that ... fucking awesome!” I laughed as we saw the way that Tamara ruthlessly sodomized her second husband.
He was still gagged, while she wasn’t at this point, and both of us chuckled at some of the taunts that she sent Jordan’s way as she ravaged his cornhole.
“Come on, slimeball ... take it ... take it ... it’s what you deserve, no, better than you deserve! Take it and quit whimpering, you wuss, you cuck! You wimp! You slimy, disgusting con man! I’m gonna make you suffer as much as I can, since I have to suffer and submit myself! I’m gonna take it all out on you! And you won’t get to take it out on anyone at all!” Tamara snickered as she drove that dildo so far up Jordan’s bum that I half-expected it to come out of his mouth.
“Guess that he gets anal sex with Tamara after all!” Wendy giggled as she said that.
“Just not how he wanted it!” I agreed with my sister as she bent over and let me take her ass now.
“Oh, God, baby, this is what I need ... your cock ... balls deep up my bum! I bet that Jordan wishes that he was in your place and you in his, but tough shit! Oh, Jordan, trust me, it’s every bit as good as you fantasized about ... but don’t expect it to happen ... that’s a long way off, if ever. We’ll get plenty of anal together, you and I, just with my strap-on dildo plundering your booty!” Wendy smirked as she kept taking my dick deeper inside her tight, hot butt.
“Speaking of strap-ons ... wow, Tamara really is giving it to Jordan super hard!” I noted while enjoying my sister’s slick, delightful ass.
“He better get used to a life of servitude, bondage, pain, discipline, and strict bottoming. I don’t see any Topping in his future, do you?” Wendy laughed as I pumped in and out of her bottom repeatedly.
The way that Tamara relished doing what she did to Jordan was telling. There was clearly some pent-up frustration and rage there. Admittedly, I hated the son of a bitch every bit as keenly, but I also hated Tamara. Talk about your mixed feelings, wanting both of them to suffer, yet knowing that one of them enjoyed the suffering of the other! It amounted, in the end, to Jordan really having a very bad time.
“Looks to me that, between Tamara, you, and me, his asshole will see a lot of traffic, won’t it? It will stay stretched and never really go back to its tighter condition, will it? The butt-plugs will help with that, too. He will have at least a partially permanent gape. More if we keep it in regular use and graduate to larger sex toys back there. Your call on that issue, though. He’s your slave, not mine,” I observed while banging her booty even harder now.
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