Chapter 6 – Chapter 6

My Wife's Fucked Up Family. A Rose by Any Other Name. Part 6

I strongly advise you to read the first parts or you may not understand this story.

A Rose by Any Other Name

I arrived home tired and worn out after being used sexually for the whole weekend by Rod and Lily.

Rose was as radiant as ever, bubbly, cheerful, and full of energy. Her pert breasts invited my eyes to linger, especially after being with Lily, whose breasts were firm and nice, but too big for my preferences.

She met me at the door with a kiss on the cheek. I was overjoyed to have any affection with my darling again after a little over a month of sexual denial.

She didn't kiss my horribly swollen fat lips for the obvious reason. They barely looked human.

Then, in an unexpected turn, she mocked my appearance, "Oh Chucker, you look like the worst boxer in the ring. I heard you lost a wrestling match with Rod. Don't you outweigh him by forty pounds? Guess you were a loser this weekend." She patted my ass which I interpreted as reminder that he had fucked me.

I hated that all the sisters constantly talked about everything.

Regarding her comments, that was the first time she'd ever called me 'Chucker': the derogatory nickname the others used as a stand in for 'sucker.'

It was also the first time she'd ever made fun of me. I started to see for the first time how she was a bit like the rest of her fucked up family. I'd never noticed it before. She, however, didn't seem to notice her own failing.

I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and an ice pack.

She followed me. Standing behind me she wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me. "Sweetums," she whined, "You've punished me now for almost two months. I've got needs and not being able to mount my throne during your long penance has been hard on me."

I turned around, flabbergasted that she would even suggest such a thing with the way my lips had swelled up even more on the drive home.

I addressed her concern apologetically, "Baby, let's do something together. Just not face-sitting. My poor lips can't take it."

She frowned, nonplussed, then crossing her arms, "You served Lily and Rod for a whole weekend and after ignoring my needs for months you're going to deny me? How could you?"

I could scarcely believe her. She was the one who imposed the punishment on me. She had had a chance to reverse it. She had gotten relief with her sister Violet. And somehow she was making this all out to be my fault?"

Grabbing my cock cage she continued with her arguments, "Well the key hasn't arrived yet. So it's not like we can do anything else. And if you don't smell my rose, I'm not gonna unlock you until you do!"

This wasn't at all like my sweet wife. Or had I just not seen it before?

I desperately wanted to be with her again. We couldn't screw and I couldn't bring myself to torture my lips anymore. But given her insistence on face-sitting I was going to have to resist her ultimatum and live with the consequences.

The key arrived four days later and neither one of us had any satisfaction in that long time.

My lips weren't fully recovered by then, but they were just about well enough to please my wife the way she wanted.

Rose waved the key in my face after a silent dinner. "Do you really want to deny me again Charles, or are you going to please my flower?"

"My Dear, I never wanted to deny you. You know it's one of my favorite activities. I just couldn't… but yes, I'm almost ready, I mean, I'll do what you want tonight." Then hoping for just one more day I added, "or tomorrow?"

In answer, Rose tugged my sleeve, dragging me along. I feared for my lips, but also really needed her. In our excitement, we left a trail of clothing all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom.

My cock was straining in my cage, that's how ready I was. Lying next to my beautiful woman, I could also smell Rose's readiness as well.

Pointing with my eyes, I looked at the cage then back at Rose, pleading with her to take it off. When she didn't respond I begged, "I finished my penance and the cage was never a part of it. Please take it off."

She was evasive, "I don't know. I kinda like you this way… How 'bout you show me some of what you learned from the other couples first."

I thought about all the things I'd learned:

On that first night, I'd learned that face-sitting could be done reverse cowgirl, and shortly after I learned about anilingus.

Violet taught me about creampie eating. From Calla I'd learned some weird bdsm stuff and Sub/dom role play.

Several of the couples showed me about cocksucking and with two couples I did receptive anal sex.

That seemed like a pretty long list. But her body was so warm next to me. No way could I wait until I'd shown her all of them.

I could refuse as she might be bluffing. Maybe she needed sex more than I did right now.

But maybe she didn't?

Imagining engaging in those things with my wife, I decided that each and every one of them would thrill me to no end – as long as Rose was a part of it.

I thought about how much I'd enjoyed licking Dahlia's asshole. How I've never even seen my wife's, and how I craved it. If we did a reverse cowgirl pussy eating session right now I would be seeing the lustful object of my imagination in minutes.

So I bargained: "I'll wear the cage all week long, then every weekend I'll show you one new thing as long as the cage comes off."

She looked at me askance, appraising her chances. "Ok, but today's Thursday, so the cage doesn't come off until tomorrow."

My loins ached from lack of sex. If she climbed on top of me, my excitement would overwhelm me yet I would have no resolution.

Could I survive another day under those circumstances?

I kept bargaining, "Well, this is our first time under the new arrangement. We should make an exception."

She wasn't having any of it, "You made the offer and I accepted. Friday! Take it…or leave it."

I countered, "Friday morning at Midnight then."

She counter-offered, "Friday morning when we wake up."

In answer, I turned around laying on my back, naked except for the cage. My cock bulged through the cage's ribs, my lips weren't quite ready, nevertheless, I could survive a little pussy rubbing.

Lying there, my sexual needs being higher than they ever have been in my life, I nervously told her the first thing I learned, "When Li.., when you, sit on my face…you might, I mean, you can face the other way."

Her face cycled through several expressions: surprise, realization, pleasure, surprise again, then a wicked happiness, as she considered the implications of the simple act of facing the other way when she queened me.

In the six months since we'd been married she's climbed on top of me dozens and dozens of times. We had it down to a well practiced maneuver. I would lie in 'the position' and she would throw a leg over my chest then knee-walk forward.

This time she scrambled to throw a leg over me given the new variation, but couldn't decide if she should place her knees inside of my arms or outside.

Then when she tried to scootch back, her foot got caught under my arm.

Awkwardly she eventually got her pussy above my mouth, ready to smother me deliciously.

Her pussy was bald like Lily's. That's the way they both kept their's.

Otherwise Lily couldn't have tricked me when she mounted my face that fateful day. Or did Lily shave hers to match just for the deception?

I gazed up at my wife's musky-sweet cunny for the first time in forever, and at her back door for the first time ever, and there it was! Her elusive starfish stared back at me. I fell in love.

For four weeks now I'd been wondering if it was pink or brown and now I finally knew that it was splendidly pink. There were tiny ridges pointing toward the center just like the other girls', and a beautiful darker halo of skin that wasn't an asshole, but wasn't regular skin either, surrounding the inner ring. My cock gave an excruciating throb.

She gyrated her hips, as if waving her sex before me in a tantalizingly lewd did play.

Then at last when she lowered her anal treat she proclaimed, "Here you go Chucker, Just what you've been waiting for." I didn't mind the insult. It seemed to add to the taboo.

As her puss approached my face the first point of contact was my nose to her ambrosial pucker.

Dahlia had been obsessed with her poop chute, in contrast to Rose, who was just discovering that it could be an organ of sexuality.

She moved so it lingered just above my mouth emanating raw sex appeal. I lifted my head and gave it a tiny adoring kiss. Rose squealed unexpectedly. "You really do like it, don't you?"

The first ever touch of my lips to my wife's pucker made me light headed. I could scarcely believe it was happening at last. I had trouble getting the words out, "I love it! You're the best."

I dropped my head back to the mattress immersed in lust. "In fact, I can't get enough."

It was only a fraction of a second later that she giggled, singing, "Ok then. I'm gonna giive it aall to you. If you're suuure…"

She lowered down just enough to close the gap. I kissed it again – repeatedly. Above me I felt her body quiver, then go tense as her butt cheeks grabbed my face. Then, presumably, she decided she liked it and she relaxed.

I kissed and licked for several more minutes until I was finished with my initial exploration. I wanted to spread her cheeks apart but discovered my arms were trapped under her legs.

Settling for an oral assault alone I ravished the area, eliciting encouraging words, "Baby, you've learned so much. Don't stop."

She tried seating her pink orifice firmly upon my mouth but I couldn't maneuver my lips and tongue well enough, so she lifted up slightly.

Of course, the feeling of her petite 120 pounds pressing the captivating rubbery flesh against me thrilled me to no end while it lasted.

I remembered how Dahlia had 'kissed' me with her rectal ring, so between licks I suggested, "If you squeeze and relax it will loosen up and tighten. Try it out."

I felt the strong donut clench and unclench as I jabbed and tried to stick my tongue inside. But even when it was loosed, it was too tight.

Still, the effect wasn't lost. To me it seemed like she was kissing back.

She only said, "Wow!"

I tried something new: I actually sucked on her asshole. I wanted to see if I could get it into my mouth like when I suck on her tongue.

It didn't work, but she started groaning, "Oh why did we never think of this before? Why didn't my sisters ever tell me how good this is?"

I remembered all those inappropriate moments when Dahlia would talk publicly about her flower. I remembered how, in my weekend with them, I learned that unlike the other sisters, when she talked about her flower she meant her ass and not her puss. Apparently, I knew something Rose didn't.

She stayed perched upon me, ass to mouth, for at least thirty minutes, I only knew because the clock chimed, otherwise it felt like no time at all passed.

I enjoyed my flavorsome treat more than I could have imagined. It was the best appetizer ever.

Using her fingers on my chest to balance, she would occasionally pinch my nips – a new pleasure of mine since Cadence did it to me.

When I started licking lower, past her peri, I sensed that the sensual feelings I was giving her changed to a more sexual energy.

I sneaked a swipe from her tender perineum to her dripping chasm, allowing me to kiss, then

lick, the opening to her cunt. After so long, it was nirvana.

Her entrance was wet and tart like I remembered it. In practiced choreography, she bounced while I tongue fucked her.

Next she sat squarely and firmly on my mouth so I could get my tongue deeply into the recesses and lick the insides of her canal. I reached as far as I could, savoring the way her cuntlips intermingled with my mouth's lips.

This penetration always warmed her up so we could move on to me licking up and down the groove while she started to slide and rock. It only hurt my lips a little so I was overjoyed to do it.

What was new was that her butt cheeks were pressed to my face too. Her asshole was right over my eyes but I couldn't focus, being too close.

The novelty of eating her gash this way drove us both to new heights.

My cock was as hard as it could be, crammed into that too small a space, and it was leaking more precum than I usually make.

Normally, I would jerk off about now, sending my jiz high in the air. But my hands were still trapped and my dick was still captive.

She too was creating more juice than normal. I couldn't get enough of her tasty slickness, in my mouth and on my face.

When she was getting closer to her orgasm she laid flat with her head on my thigh. Her face was right next to my straining dick. I hoped to all hope, she would want to free me. She didn't, though she did lick a little of my liquid through the cage.

Her butthole was no longer available to me, but now she could apply her tiny (compared to Lily's) clit on my lips. As usual, I would push out my lips, giving her clit a long kiss. My nose was actually inside her labia, fucking her like a small penis.

But I wanted more this time, I wanted her to treat me roughly like Lily had. Lips be damned.

Luring her to compete with her sister. I said, "Go on, rub it on me, like you do when you lay on top of your vibrator. Make me your dildo, like Lily did."

That did the trick. The pressure increased as she ground her nub on my lips. She circled her hips, getting all the best parts of her cunt on all the best parts of my mouth.

Our passions rose. Finding a moment when I could say a word, I interjected, "Harder!"

Her grinding changed from slow and firm to frantic and vigorous. Knowing that she likes to nestle her clit within my pursed lips I maintained that shape giving her a target on which to pound.

When her sister Lily had ground hard on my lips I was just along for the ride. But holding my lips out for Rose punished them much more. Regardless, knowing the stimulation I was giving her clit was all the reason I needed.

As she approached her climax all motion stopped. I was being smothered by her horny pussy and I loved it. If I died here at least I would die happy.

She kept riding my face moaning and going on about how much she was enjoying it, how close she was to creaming me.

I've felt her pussy contract before, but the feeling from this angle was brand new. Her thighs squeezed my head, her labia seemed to vibrate on my nose, and best of all she mewed little gasps of pleasure the whole time.

In the throes of passion she blurted out, "Ooooh, The plan's working." and wasn't even aware that she was letting the cat out of the bag.

Frozen there plastered on my mouth, she waited for the afterglow to end, continuing in her thoughts, "Oh Charles! I'm so happy right now. I'm so so very glad you passed all the little tests."

It instantly occurred to me that she had orchestrated the trial to test me rather than as punishment for having sex with Lily. After all, who in their right mind would punish a person by making them have sex?

I mean, I enjoyed most of it greatly and I tolerated all of it just fine.

It angered me, however, when I thought back to being left in the red light district in drag. I could've been killed.

Did she have a part in the details or was that all on Calla?

And just what was the purpose of the tests and how did I pass?

Rose rolled off me. When she recovered she looked at my re-swollen lips, troubled, "Is that how it happened?" Then added tenderly, "We don't need to do that again. Your poor lips."

Sometimes she baffles me. She saw them last week and seemed totally callous to my plight, but now her reaction was the exact opposite.

"But Rose, I like pleasing you with my mouth and I like it rough too. We need to keep doing it – I, I just need a break after."

Rose was quiet for a time after that before moving on, "And did you really like licking my, my back there?"

"Yes! It's better than kissing your rose in some ways. I really do like pleasuring your rose…bud."

After that we watched TV, both engrossed in our own private thoughts.

I slept horribly that night. Trying to figure out the tests, also trying to make my cock stop straining against the cage.

In the morning I saw bags under my eyes. I was still no closer to understanding why she did it, and certainly not yet free from the pain in my encased dick.

Heading back to bed I felt euphoric that at last it was Friday!

Rose was sleeping there peacefully, yet it didn't matter. I needed to wake her up for sex.

I gently, sensually, stroked her back until she drifted awake. Soon enough we were together as husband and wife, with no cage.

Over the next few weeks we established a routine. I got relief every Friday morning without the cage, and we had tension-building sex a few times during the week while I was confined to it.

We did a little Dom/sub role play the next Wednesday. The script fit naturally with me wearing the cage: I was a naughty school boy and she was the Dean.

The following Friday I ate my creampie from her well fucked pussy since we couldn't do that one on a weekday. Wearing the cage meant that my more infrequent orgasms were larger, so it was sopping wet.

We had a list and we crossed stuff off when we finished them. We started with all the easy things then moved onto things that required more preparation.

She was looking forward to watching me suck a cock and I tried to figure out which one of the husbands she would get to do it. Probably Violet's husband since they lived so close.

I was actually looking forward to it too, since Rose would be a part of it. I really wanted to see the look on her face when I took it deep. I planned to open my mouth showing off a huge puddle of cum – that would drive her crazy! It would be worth it to swallow Double Trouble's gigantic and gross load straight from the tap, just to see her eyes at that moment.

My hope was that we would do it on a Saturday so I could jerk off and shoot mine at the same time. We all worked Monday through Friday so it seemed reasonable that the event would happen on a weekend.

Sunday was clothespin day – my favorite day of the week. Rose even found a few new ways to apply the pins. My orgasms never failed to amaze when my balls were studded with the pinching instruments of 'electrifying' gratification.

One time I was laying on my back, my nuts looking like a porcupine, while she crouched over me. Her heels dug into the mattress on either side of my neck, her hands were back by my hips. In this position her anal ring was pushed forward for my total enjoyment. She rubbed her cute sphincter in little circles on my lips as I lapped away.

When she came she reached for my turgid member, and squeezed my freed cockhead between two fingers, causing me to shoot an exhilarating stream. Most of it landed on her back and in her hair. But one splat went clear over her shoulder landing on my face. She kinda smirked, seeing it.

My lips were completely recovered and there were only two items left on the list when the day finally arrived. Most of our sexual activities did me no harm and she had only ground hard on me once so far.

I was just relaxing, watching 'best of' clips from old football games on Rumble when I heard her keys in the door. Unexpectedly, when she came in, her boss was with her.

"Hi Honey, this is Paul and tomorrow I'm getting a raise, so do a good job." I knew what she meant instantly and my dick swelled to fill my cage immediately.

Paul wasted no time, taking charge, "Strip man! I want you naked for this." His words were a jumble of disjointed thoughts. "I can tell you workout. You look pretty good for a skinny guy." I removed all my clothes as quickly as I could.

He was a big guy. Maybe six-five, two-twenty.

He commented on the cage. "I would've have liked sucking your dick for a bit, but I'll settle for fucking your mouth and ass. Can I really be unrestrained? That's the part that got Rosie her raise." I nodded affirmatively and saw his dick get hard in his pants right away.

I wondered if he were gay or just in need of a blowjob. I also wondered how she had approached him. You don't just ask your boss if your husband can suck his cock.

Rose explained her thinking to me, while Paul folded his clothing, draping it on a chair, "I figured if I was going to watch you suck a cock it should be a really thick one, at least as thick as yours – or thicker."

We got ready while she kept talking, "Something about lips stretched wide around a big dick is such a turn-on. But I also wanted the guy to be, like, totally macho. None of the husbands met both those criteria,"

I was looking at the bulge in his underwear, listening to the smile in her voice, "but Paul does. That's the word around the water cooler anyway."

Paul's deep voice was commanding, "If by 'macho' you mean a total alpha then that's me. Kneel here, boy! I just wanna make sure before we start, I can be brutal, right?"

I nodded again. In response he said, "I need to hear the words from your lips, not just hers… so there's no misunderstandings."

I said, "Paul, Big Sir, I like to make people happy. If you wanted it gentle then I would give it gently. But if you want it rough then I'll like that too." He smiled from ear to ear.

"No one's ever given themselves to me fully before. Does it hurt?" I nodded again, uncertain that we were talking about exactly the same thing.

Rose added, "I like controlling him and seeing him controlled, but the first time I actually knew what it does to his lips, well, I wanted to quit it all. They edited a lot out of the videos they showed me. So watching them, it took me awhile to appreciate how he handles the abuse. I guess what I'm trying to say is his lips might swell up pretty bad."

She turned to me, "Did I get that right, Baby?"

Yet again I nodded in the affirmative, adding to what she told him, "It's not that I like swollen lips. It's that I like making her happy so much."

As I was saying this I was still processing her words. Apparently the sisters had made videos and showed them to Rose. The revelation shook me to the core. How many videos? Who saw them? Where were they now?

Paul stepped out of his underwear. His cock popped out and in its erect state it was maybe four or five inches long, but man was it thick!

Rod and Pete and Cadence had interesting cocks, but this was magnificent.

My mind was preoccupied with two thoughts now. Would it fit in me? I mean, it was as thick as a bottle. And just what was on those videos and just what did they show and not show Rose?

Paul stepped up to where I was kneeling and looped his tighty whities behind my neck.

Without another word he placed the head of his thick cock at my lips. Obediently, I opened as wide as I could, trying to see how much I could suck. I really hoped I could get the head in between my lips. If I could get the head in I figured I could get the shaft in too.

I used to be turned off by cocks but the excitement of doing this in front of my wife made me see his cock as a wonderful tool for our kinkiness.

The head went in ok, and yes my lips were indeed marvelously stretched. I only took my eyes off Rose's glee-filled face when I needed to see what I was doing.

I heard her ask me, "Are you happy, sweetums?"

I wanted to tell her I was only happy because she was happy. But her words got me wondering if she was only happy because I was happy.

Kneeling there with the giant cockhead between my lips I tried to push forward but the spear was too dry. Paul let a large gob of saliva drop on his cock then rubbed it in for lubrication.

I've sucked several loads of cum now, even swallowed a gigantic one from Violet's cunt, and while I thought eating a guy's cum was gross, Paul's spittle was somehow a thousand times worse.

I pulled back, intending to wipe off the offending sputum, but Paul yanked on both ends of the underwear which was wrapped behind my head. The soaked cock bore its way into my mouth coating my taut lips with his disgusting discharge.

It insinuated itself its full four inches between my spit-coated lips, making it that much easier for him to bottom out. My face touched his hairy stomach, surrounding me in a 'beard' of dense pubes.

When Rod fucked my mouth it went some limited distance into my throat but I never really had my lips pressed into his torso. Rod was also well trimmed.

But with Paul, the hair smelled entirely different, different than a woman's too. It was manly and strong and more wiry. At times my wife's odor faintly resembles urine and fish but this was closer to sweat. It wasn't nice at all.

Meanwhile, Rose was too far away to smell a thing. I could tell she was getting off on the visual of Paul's cock in my mouth. Not only because of the expression on her face, but because she told me how exciting it was to see my lips pulled so tight.

She pulled her vibrator out of her purse and applied it to her mound directly through her dress.

Her enthusiasm got me revved up. I pictured my mouth stretched and distended around the fat shaft. Imagining what she saw gave me reason enough to love it.

In fact, the grosser it was the more I reveled in the twistedness of the situation. To my way of thinking about it, they would get more pleasure the more I hated it, which in turn made me love it more.

Paul, being fully inserted in my mouth, wiggled about, causing my head to shake with his movements. He was holding the band of cloth tightly, pulling me hard onto his cock while grinding his hairy nuts against my chin.

Briefly I looked away from Rose into Paul's eyes. He said, "Dang, you're a great slut! I'm going to really like breaking you in."

Immediately he started jamming his short dick in and out of my mouth, ramming my lips against his pubic bone on each thrust. Rose was moaning which set off my own moans.

She was talking alternately to us both, "Fuck that mouth. Take that cock. Give him what he wants. Suck it good." She kept up the filthy tirade the whole time he abused me.

Paul was pretty verbal too, "You're my cocksucking whore. I'm pounding your face-hole and I'm gonna fill it up. I've never been able to fuck a mouth like an ass before and it's great!"

I heard the vibrator's pitch change as she rubbed herself in different ways. I also heard Paul grunting as he tugged on the underwear. For my part, I couldn't help but make a pained noise each time he mashed into me.

Paul was absolutely brutal. Far worse than either Lily or Rod who just wanted to get off. He seemed to like the viciousness more than the feeling of my warm mouth.

Actually, at times I didn't even have a chance to close my mouth and suck. He just kept pounding into my open hole.

By now in my journey I'm pretty good at knowing how swollen-up my lips are, and they were more swollen after five minutes with Paul than after forty-five minutes with The Happy Doms.

After one particularly savage battering I thought I felt my lip split. I was just about to call it off despite how hot it was, but then Paul, thankfully, said he wanted my ass.

I surprised myself thinking about being ass-fucked as a thankful respite.

Paul grabbed my wrists and yanked, pulling me over onto my side. He then dragged me across the carpet. My heartbeat doubled from the excitement of such a thrilling game.

Rose screamed at the sudden assault prompting Paul to tell her, "Don't worry, Dearie. We're just having fun." Then he asked me, "Aren't we, my little plaything?"

Still being dragged, I called back to her, "It's not over the line. Let him have his fun."

When we got to the couch he dropped me on the floor as he moved the footstool where he wanted it. Then lifting me up, he threw me over the footstool face down, saying, "You've got a sweet ass."

Rose gasped and with my head hanging over the side I answered, "It's ok honey. I'm fine."

Paul growled to answer her, "Yea, he's fine. He's gonna be a lot more 'fine' when I stretch his girly hole."

I knew without a doubt I was going to get fucked. I knew how large it was in my mouth. I knew what it felt like when Pete fucked me with his thinner cock. And I started to feel fear.

Then I heard Rose repeat that one word, half in a daze: "Stretch." and I realized that she was hypnotized by the thought of his cock stretching my ass.

I lifted my head to look at her. She was holding a condom and lube in her hands, but she was frozen, gawking at his fat cock behind me.

Her absolute fascination created a desire in me to please that was so great it reduced my fear.

I called her name, "Rose." Then again, "Rose." Her trance was broken. "He's gonna need those." She crossed the room, bringing them to Paul. "And Rose, will you hold my hand."

I didn't have to tell her why I needed her. But I could see it took her a moment to think it through.

Lying there, waiting for it. I was excited to do this with my wife, I wanted to see her get hot and bothered, I was wanting Paul to enjoy himself too, a little bit I hoped it would feel good, but mostly I felt like she would love me that much more after.

Taking my hand, she knelt by my side. From that vantage point she would easily see his cock entering my ass. She definitely saw when he upended the tube, squirting globs in my crack.

As the moment came closer my breath became ragged. You would think, having been fucked twice before I wouldn't be nervous. But, one: his cock was dangerously thick, and two: I knew he would be ruthless.

The condom wrapper ripped open and the tube clicked closed so I knew he was ready.

When he touched the blunt end to my bung it was like touching a watermelon to your ear.

He pushed and I felt pressure, but nothing happened. Then he grabbed my hips and pushed hard – still nothing happened.

Paul sounded angry, "Don't worry. I'll get it in."

I remembered how Lily had used several progressively larger butt plugs on me the day Rod took my ass. I used the word I knew would turn Rose on, "If you stretch me out with something it'll loosen me up for Paul." The only thing in the house I could think of to stretch my hole was a cucumber we had in the fridge.

Rose followed my advice, "Here let's try this. "I didn't know what she meant until she clicked it on again.

I feared it would still be too big. It was bigger than the cucumber. And since it was kind of hard and unyielding, in Paul's alpha hands it would tear me up, "Rose, you should do it."

This time a much smaller vibrating blunt object was pressed to my hole. It went in, not super easily since it was a decent sized dildo, but she made it fit.

The vibrator was an eight inch, penis shaped, black silicone cock. About the same thickness as mine, just a couple inches longer.

I felt the flared head pass my ring. It was pretty tight so I was glad we opted to start with it.

She worked it in slowly, getting a little deeper each time. "Chucky, this is amazing. I can't wait to tell the gang." She fiddled around with something in her purse again, then resumed warming up my reluctant canal.

Paul said, "Twist it around and side to side." So she did.

"Oh boy! That's so much hotter." She told no one in particular. "This is so great getting your ass ready for my boss to fuck. Are you hot Charles?"

I nodded. "Use your words, Charles. Are you hot?"

"Yes," I answered, half faking it, "Oh I'm so hot. I'm hot to get fucked and stretched by Paul's fat cock."

She pulled the vibrating cock out of my ass and holding it up in the air proclaimed, "Can you believe this whole monster was up your bum. Didn't you love it?"

She poked me in the side so I knew it wasn't a rhetorical question, "yea Baby. I just loved the way you shifted it around in there, getting me ready for a world class reaming."

Paul reached over to retrieve something from his pants pocket. A minute later he gave it to Rose, "Have him sniff this. It's poppers."

She put the bottle under my nose and I inhaled deeply. It smelled like feet. On the other hand, my head felt light, my asshole seemed to relax and open up – inviting Paul to fuck me, and I just felt good."

He lined his stubby giant up against my sphincter again and pushed. This time the head popped in with some effort.

The initial entry was bad. I practically tried to climb into the footstool in my attempt to get away. Through gritted teeth I told him, "Stop, hold on. You gotta wait. I need the poppers again before you go on."

Additionally, lying prone on the stool my cock cage bumped into the wood on the side of it. While it hurt to have my cock bent back I was more concerned that the metal would scratch the wood. And definitely more concerned about my ass. I squeezed Rose's hand hard and she returned the squeeze, stroking my back as well.

The pain stopped as quickly as it shot through me. Then it was gone.

Paul, however, didn't know that. He said, "I'm not stopping for anything. You're my whore and I'm gonna fucking breed your tight ass." He pushed again, driving in the rest of the way. It wasn't anywhere near as deep as the dildo had gone and for that I was grateful.

Rose gave me another hit from the bottle, kissed me on the cheek, then moved back to watch the intrusion of my distressed rectum.

"It's awesome!" She said, "How your asslips suck on his cock when he's pulling out. It's like they don't want to let go." I felt her touch my anal ring with two fingers, one on each side of his pistoning cock, so she could feel my asshole grasping at it.

From my point of view, the vapors helped and I was becoming more accustomed to the violation, but I definitely wanted my asslips to let go.

He started really pounding into me. His hips slammed into my buttocks sending ripples through my flesh and his balls bounced against mine each time he bottomed out.

The pain was gone now being replaced by a slight burning friction from the condom sliding through me so fast. Also, (and it didn't happen with Rod or Pete), but Paul's cockhead was massaging my prostate just right.

Paul was grunting and groaning and making all manner of noises. Between incomprehensible exclamations he would shout things like, "You are the best fuck ever." Or "You can take it like no other."

I felt pretty good bringing him such pleasure. Proud that I was better than others.

I let go of Rose's hand so I could put mine on the front of the couch and push back each time he crashed into me. I wanted to control where his staff rubbed inside me to maximize my pleasure, but I also wanted to bring him off quickly.

Paul noticed, saying, "That's right pansy. Fuck yourself on my hog. I knew you would like my big pole. You're a good fucktoy."

I heard the vibrator going again so I looked back to see what was up. Next to me Rose's hands were buried under her sundress and the noise was clearly coming from the area of her clit.

Paul was slapping my butt and pounding me hard, driving me into the footstool repeatedly. The constant attention on my prostate was making me leak pre-cum all over.

I pushed back and lifted my ass up as high as I could to help Paul bang my hole. My head drooped and I started involuntarily making the sex sounds I make when I'm going to cum.

Beside me Rose was mewing too. She called out, "Everyone try to cum at the same time!"

Paul must have agreed 'cause he started a countdown from ten, punching my ass with his cock on each number.

When he reached 'one' he bellowed loudly, "Shit! I'm blasting my cum in your ass you filthy slut!" Saying that, he leaned over my back speaking softly in my ear, "You were truly the best cocksucker and ass-slut I've ever had. No one else has ever taken everything I've given."

Rose gave a few muffled cries then slumped against me too, taking my hand in hers again.

Words can't describe how much their orgasms got my engine going. My dick throbbed in its cage a few times, then I simply lay exhausted under their weight on me.

I didn't think I'd cum, but when we all disentangled the footstool had a big cum smear on it. I didn't even think I could cum without getting fully hard, and I couldn't expand properly stuffed in the cage.

When Paul left, Rose traced her fingers wistfully on my cage, then gave me the key, "Well, I guess we're done with this." She looked disappointed.

Unlocking it, I pocketed the key and winked, "I think I might need to be jailed once in a while – but only if I'm bad."

The next big event was a month later when Rod was having a birthday party.

I felt awkward since not only had I had sex with everyone there, but they'd all seen the videos and I didn't know what was on them.

I just pushed through the awkwardness in denial as we all socialized. There were however, a few things worth mentioning:

At one point, Violet and I we're talking. She said that my name, Charlie, reminded her of the Good 'n' Plenty jingle, and since I was so giving that should be my nickname. I blushed, but I liked the idea a whole lot better than 'Chucker.' I still had negative feelings toward Calla for inventing the original nickname.

At another point I overheard Dahlia and Lily celebrating how they had schemed to turn me into the family sex slave.

It couldn't be true, my punishment was over, and I had the key. But that didn't stop them from thinking it was true. And now that I knew they were somehow behind things I saw them in a new light.

I also overheard Dahlia telling Rod that since he was the birthday boy maybe he deserved a blowjob? To my way of thinking, Lily would be the natural giver, but they looked sideways at me when she said it.

The small talk was interrupted when Lily brought out the cake, happily announcing that after the cake there would be presents.

We all sat around plates and forks while Rod blew out his candles.

Dahlia snickered, "What did you wish for Rod?"

Unashamed Rod answered, "I wished someone would crawl under the table right now and give me a blowjob to remember."

I looked at Lily but noticed that at least half the room was looking expectedly at me. But not Rose: she was as surprised as me.

Looking around the room. No one hadn't seen me naked, and most of them had even seen me suck a dick before.

And I even wanted to do it. But it seemed wrong that they would just expect it from me. I didn't want them taking advantage of me.

Finally, it was the glint in Rose's eyes that convinced me to do it.

I started to say, "Well, it is a special day." But I never got to it.

Just then Lily got upset, "I went to all the trouble of making this fucking cake and no one's eating it. You all want to stare at a stupid blowjob instead. Well, screw you all. Rose, you and Chuck should stay over tonight so we can all enjoy my cake right now."

To me it was obvious that she didn't want her husband to get the BJ. Instead, she wanted us to sleep over so she could grind her cunt on my face later.

All around the room the bickering began.

Rod complained that he was hard now and he was the birthday boy.

Pete and Cadence wanted to eat.

Rose sat in a chair next to Rod. She already had helped herself to a piece of cake and she was perfectly situated to watch me blow him.

Calla and Dahlia were arguing about plates of all things.

Finally I got angry. I slammed my fist on the table, jabbing the air with my fork: I let them have it.

"I can't believe you people. You're supposed to be a family but you guys are more concerned with your petty sqaubbles and sex lives to see what's important.

I turned to Calla and Cady first, "You two designed your little game but you left me out on 51st street dressed like a cheap whore with no money! Did you ever stop to think what could've happened?"

The group mumbled. Rose was shocked – which reassured me. Calla and Cadence seemed sufficiently shamed, so I moved on.

Pointing at Lily then Dahlia, "And you two schemed to arrange all the times I had sex with you people. Who else planned it?" Rod and Pete and Calla raised their hands sheepishly. Then Rose did too."

I was about to let loose on her when Lily came to her rescue, "Actually, Rose thought she was in on it, but she just thought she was doing it to help you come out of your shell. She didn't know the truth."

Rose got mad now, "And just what's the truth!"

Her eyes came to rest on Rod last, so he volunteered, "Lily and I needed a sub to make our marriage work, and he's such a natural. We didn't think it would hurt anyone. But then it kinda snowballed. Once others joined the plan it just morphed into him being slave to all of us."

Cady spoke up next. He was wearing his party dress so he spoke in a feminine voice "You guys tricked me." His eyes burned into Calla's, "You too! Who didn't know the scheme?" All hands went up except for his, Rose's and Ted's.

At least one person in each couple was guilty and there was a lot of blame to go around.

Angrily I addressed the crowd, "From now on I'm not doing anything I don't a hundred percent want to do. For me…and Rose. And you can all go to Hell."

Rose was still mortified, "Sweetums, I feel so bad. I should know my family better. I'm really just as much to blame as everyone else." She knelt ceremoniously before me like a knight before a king, "You're right. It was wrong of me. I'll be your slave for as long as you say the punishment should last."

I looked around the room. Several faces were contrite, a couple of the group said they were sorry. Calla spoke for everyone, "Charles. You're a thousand times right. We treated you badly. From now on we'll do better. You get our full respect. You've earned it. So we're sorry we tried to make you a slave. You're not our slave."

I turned to Rose. "In a marriage when you do something wrong you don't just get punished. You say your sorry and you mean it. Then you move on and no one has to be a slave to make it right."

Charles. I am sorry. I should've known. I should've never punished you either. You know, I would've been your slave to make it up to you. I would've made you so happy as your slave. But I can learn other ways. I'm sorry and we'll grow stronger together."

I kissed her on the forehead, "Who knows Rosie, you might like being a slave once in a while, and I might like owning you a little, that is, when I'm not being your slave."

Then I addressed the group, "Now, about me not being the family slave…let's not be too hasty. It's Rod's birthday after all… and I think there's still some Monopoly money floating around out there.

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