The Family Toilet


It is two thirty in the morning, and I am laying in the bath, hands and feet tethered, naked except for the restrictive cock cage I am made to wear. My face is covered in female saliva, the result of goodnight "kisses" given to me by my wife, her sister and my two teenaged stepdaughters. I am nauseous from swallowing the cum of four different men direct from the pussies of the four women, together with the good half gallon of piss they had forced into my mouth during the course of the previous evening.

My balls still ache from the collision with my sadistic sister in law's knee when I did not follow her instructions quickly enough. My body is covered with the drying, and now freezing piss sprayed there by the four boyfriends of the above mentioned ladies. The only sounds I can hear in the still night are the moans and cries of ecstasy from my wife in the bedroom next door, as she is enthusiastically fucked by her lover, my Boss. All I can do is contemplate how I got into this position in the first place.

It all started about a year ago, when I moved to a new town to start a new life after divorcing a wife who had constantly cheated on me. I met Emma in a pub, and knew immediately that she was the woman I wanted to be with. An attractive redhead with a gorgeous figure, she was the same age as me and we appeared to have a lot in common. As we got to know each other, I was pleased to note that she did not mind the fact that I had a short, weedy frame and looked a little effeminate. She soon found out about my foot fetish, and even indulged it on occasion. She even found my jealousy whenever she looked at, or spoke to other men quite endearing.

Her daughters were a problem. Jane was then 17, and Tara 16. They both reminded me of Spice Girls. Jane, with her short black hair, slim figure and dour expression reminded me of Posh Spice, while blonde Tara always tied her hair up to emulate her favourite Baby Spice. From the start, they made no secret of the fact that they disliked me, and showed me no respect whatever.

This did not put me off, however, and during our short courtship I met other members of Emma's family, most notably her sister Gwen. She is a tall, dark haired woman, with an extremely attractive, though stern looking face, and a figure I would describe as chunky. Not fat, but with large breasts, wide hips and big but shapely thighs and calves. I was in awe of her from the start, and to be honest a little frightened. For her part, she let me know she was not impressed with me, often calling me wimp or pansy to my face.

In spite of all this, Emma and I were married, and everything was fine for the first few weeks. Then Emma became disenchanted with my small cock and woeful lovemaking technique. She let me know in no uncertain terms how she felt, calling me little dick and limp dick in front of the girls, who happily copied her. Because of my inadequacy, she refused to do the things I liked, like playing with and sucking my cock. It was not long before she was refusing me sex very often, because she got nothing out of it. This led to my fatal mistake.

About eight months into the marriage, and out of sheer frustration, I visited Mrs Payne, a woman who lived two streets away. She was well known in the area for giving sexual favours in exchange for cash. It was on one of my visits to her that it all started. As she was seeing me out of the front door in her dressing gown, I spotted Jane, my elder stepdaughter at the other side of the street. Unfortunately, she saw me too and came across to speak to me.

"Oh dear step daddy," she began. "You have been a naughty boy haven't you? Just wait until mother hears about this!"

"No, please Jane," I pleaded. "Don't tell your mother about this, I will do anything you ask."

"Yes you will," she replied ominously, and we walked home together in silence.

All evening, as we sat in the lounge together, Jane had a wicked smile on her face, and I was frightened that at any moment she would tell her mother everything. Fortunately she didn't, and I went to bed in a more peaceful frame of mind.

We all arose next morning, and Emma and Tara went off to their respective jobs. I was on a week's break from work at the time, and Jane was unemployed. She was sleeping late as I tidied the house, and at about ten o'clock she called down the stairs to me.

I went to her room, and found her standing naked, hands on hips waiting for me. I had never seen her naked, of course, and was shocked. I quickly took in her breasts, which looked even bigger than they were on her slim frame, the gentle womanly curve of her belly, and her jet-black bush, which contrasted with her white skin.

"Enjoy my body while you can step daddy," she muttered. "You will not enjoy what it does to you in future." She lay on the bed, her legs wide apart. "I think we will start with a little cunt lapping. Get your pansy face between my legs, and lick me until I have come three times."

I dutifully knelt between Jane's legs, and commenced lapping at her young pussy. All the time she was encouraging me and giving instructions. I was kept down there for over an hour until she had come three times. As she pushed me away, I thought for a moment that if that were all I had to do, it would not be so bad. That changed when she ordered me to go to the kitchen and bring back a pint glass.

When I handed her the glass, she placed it between her legs, and let forth a stream of yellow piss, which did not stop until the glass was three quarters full. Handing the glass back to me with a contemptuous grin, she instructed me to drink. I gagged as the pungent aroma reached my nose, and she just smiled and told me to continue.

It took me some time to get it all down, as I kept on gagging on the foul liquid, but finally the glass was empty.

"That was just to show you how it tastes," she explained. "In future, I will piss directly into your mouth, that will be much more humiliating for you. You can go now, I will call you if I need anything else." I left the room with my head bowed, having been totally humiliated by a teenage girl.

She did not in fact call on me again that day, and the evening was spent fairly normally, except for Jane's infuriating smirk every time she looked at me. I went to bed after the others, and as I was passing Jane's room the door opened.

"Come here step daddy," she said.

I moved towards her and she told me to open my mouth. Being a few inches taller than me, she bent slightly and spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth.

"We will have more fun tomorrow," she laughed, as she closed her door.

Again next day, Jane and I were left alone. This time, I got the call about eleven. She was in the bathroom, naked again and as she turned round, I saw that the crack of her backside was covered in shit, She had obviously squeezed her cheeks together when relieving herself, to leave a large residue of shit.

"I have had an accident step daddy," she said in a little girl voice. "Be a dear and lick me clean would you?"

"No," I insisted. "You can't make me do that, it is too disgusting!"

"You don't want mother to hear about your little trips out do you?" she enquired.

I knew I was beaten, and knelt behind her, tentatively licking at the stinking mess around her arse. If I gagged at the piss, I positively retched at the taste and smell of her waste. It took me twenty minutes to lick her totally clean, and I don't know how I kept from throwing up.

"Thank you step daddy," she said sweetly. "I have got some laxatives, so you will probably be eating all of my shit this afternoon!" I heard this information with nausea and dread. Licking her clean was bad enough, but actually eating a lump of shit? It did not bear thinking about.

It was at about five that I got the call I was dreading. Again in the bathroom, Jane ordered me to my knees. I was instructed to part her cheeks, and put my mouth as close to her rosebud and open wide. I did as I was told, and as she strained I saw the beginnings of a large log appear. It dropped into my mouth, and was half in and half out as she moved away. I was facing the door, and was mortified to see Emma and Tara standing there looking at me! I found out later that this had been set up. Emma walked over to me, and forced the rest of Jane's log into my mouth.

"Don't let us stop you eating," she said sarcastically. "When you have finished, clean yourself up and come downstairs. We have a lot of talking to do."

I cleaned up and went downstairs with a terrible feeling of foreboding. In the lounge, the three women were sitting together on the sofa. I sat meekly in the chair and awaited Emma's judgement.

"Jane has told me everything," she began. I think we should get a divorce, don't you?"

"No, please," I begged. "Don't leave me, I don't want to live without you."

"Well, if you stay, it will have to be on my terms. For a start, as you have been acting as Jane's toilet, you may as well perform that duty for Tara and I. Secondly, as I am unable to trust you with other women, I shall have to have your cock locked up. It will be no loss to me, because you might as well know now that your boss George has been fucking me for the last eight months, ever since your staff Christmas party. This last remark shook me to the core, and a sick feeling of jealousy knotted my stomach.

"Well, know you know," Emma went on. "On the assumption that you accept my terms, I think Tara should take you upstairs and use you. A sort of late 16th birthday present."

Tara laughed excitedly, and grabbed my hand.

"Come on step daddy," she said. "Come and take my bellyful of piss in your sissy mouth. The first of many!"

I followed Tara into the toilet, and she lifted her skirt and removed her panties.

"You have seen mother and Jane's pussies," she said coyly. "But this will be the first time you have seen mine."

She lifted her skirt to show me her young pussy covered in fine blonde hair. She asked me if I liked it, and then told me to kiss it a few times. I obliged, with my small dick tenting in my pants. Tara then turned round and got me to kiss her backside a few times. She was revelling in my humiliation, as her sister had done before.

Finally, she got me to sit on the floor with my hands behind supporting me, and my head tilted upwards. Squatting, so that her pussy was right above my mouth, she let go a steady stream of piss, all the time squeaking with delight. When I had swallowed it all, she had me lick the last few drops from her pussy.

"That's all for now," she told me. "But I am going to have so much fun with you in future. You are going to be a broken shell of a man by the time the women of this family have finished with you!" With that, she laughed, and left me sitting there with a filthy taste in my mouth.

The next morning, after Emma and the girls had emptied their accumulated overnight piss into my mouth, I was taken to the home of Mrs Stewart. She was a 40 year old Jamaican, who had been a friend of my wife for some years. She ran a business from her home, selling various sex aids and the like. She greeted Emma and the girls warmly when we arrived.

"So," she remarked happily. You want a cage for this sissy husband of yours? I expect the smallest size will do!" Emma laughed out loud, and the girls sniggered.

Mrs Stewart picked out a cock cage, and ordered me to drop my trousers so she could fit it. As I did so, she laughed uproariously and told my wife she was not surprised she wanted me locked up, because my little thing did not deserve to be near a woman. This caused another bout of uncontrolled laughter from all the women.

She finally got the cage fitted, after slapping my balls viciously several times when her touch caused my cock to stir. Handing the keys to my wife, she enquired whether I was being used for toilet duties. When Emma confirmed that I was, she produced two funnels.

"These are quite useful," she said. "I know it is more fun to piss and shit directly into the mouth, but these can be used in the lounge without spillage, if you don't want to go up to the bathroom. This second funnel has a wider spout, which forces the mouth open to receive any solids you may wish to make him take." More sniggering from the teenagers.

Mrs Stewart offered to demonstrate the piss funnel, and Emma readily agreed, as she knew it would be even more humiliating for me to have a stranger piss in my mouth. I was made to lay on the floor, and hold the funnel in my mouth. The black woman removed her panties and squatted above the funnel. I am sure she had prepared for our visit, because she let go a powerful stream of piss that seemed to go on for a full minute, with my family members shouting encouragement throughout.

Our business done, we all returned home. I noticed from the moment the cage was fitted, and my sex life effectively ended, that all three women in the house began to wander round the house in very skimpy clothing, showing lots of flesh in order to increase the frustration I was already feeling. In addition, I was made to sleep every night next to my wife's sexy naked body, knowing that I could do nothing to relieve the tension her presence was causing. Occasionally for a change, I was made to sleep with a naked Jane or Tara, giving them whatever oral service they required. In a very short time, the frustration was beginning to get unbearable.

For the next couple of weeks, nothing special happened. I swallowed the waste of all three women when they were at home, and I was constantly teased and taunted by them with their scantily clad or naked bodies. Then one Friday, Emma announced her sister was coming for the weekend. This worried me, because Emma told Gwen everything, and she would be well aware of my current situation as a frustrated toilet for my wife and the girls.

Gwen arrived early evening, wearing a tight sweater, which emphasised her large breasts, and a short skirt, which showed off her big thighs and dimpled knees. I could not help thinking this was for my benefit. She sat herself down and spoke to Emma.

"My feet are killing me," she stated. "Would it cause your poor husband uncomfortable frustration if he were to lick my feet and suck on my toes?"

"Undoubtedly," confirmed Emma with a smile.

"Good," laughed Gwen, kicking off her shoes and motioning for me to kneel in front of her.

As soon as I took her pretty foot, with the scarlet toenails in my hand, my cock strained hard against my cage in a vain attempt to get erect. It did not subside for the whole hour she kept me down there worshipping each foot in turn.

A short while after dinner, Gwen stood up.

"It's no good," she said. "I can't last any longer, I badly need to shit. Come on pansy, let's go upstairs so you can eat it all for me!"

When we got to the bathroom, she decided to tease me a little bit. Slowly lifting her skirt, she removed her sky blue panties.

"I've noticed you before, lusting after my body," she began. Now you are going to get an intimate look at my pussy and my backside. Aren't you lucky?"

With that, she raised her skirt and pushed her dark bush into my face. Not for the first time, I was made to kiss a pussy that I would never ever get to fuck. Then she turned, and I was told to push my tongue in her arsehole to coax out the shit. It was not long before the first log started sliding out towards my mouth. She was not kidding that she needed to shit badly. She dropped five logs in all. And watched me closely as I chewed and swallowed each one. When I finished, I could not hold them down, and vomited violently into the toilet bowl. Gwen laughed her head off.

"You have got a whole weekend of my shit to take," she grinned. "And you will be seeing a lot more of me in future. I am going to be your worst nightmare. I will use my body to have you sobbing with frustration, and have you throwing up constantly with all the piss and shit I will deposit in your sissy mouth!"

She was true to her word that weekend. I received several helpings of piss and shit from her, and on Saturday night I was made to sleep naked in her bed. She teased and taunted me until I was sobbing and begging for relief. She just laughed at me and carried on until I was a total wreck. I was pleased when she went home, but knew I would be regularly in for the same treatment from the callous bitch.

As if all this were not bad enough, Emma's mother decided to get in on the act. She phoned my wife and told her that she had two friends of her own age who had had bad experiences with men, who would be only too pleased to spend an afternoon treating me the way Emma and the girls did. The upshot was that I was sent round to Emma's mother Barbara on Saturday afternoon. I was told to go to the back door, which would be left open for me.

I entered Barbara's lounge; to be confronted by three grey haired women all wearing similar short black slips. All being between 55 and 60, their bodies showed the signs of age. Their tits sagged a little, and their legs were covered with varicose veins.

"So this is your sissy son in law with the toilet mouth," remarked one of the women, who I found out was Sheila.

"That's right," confirmed Barbara. "And he is our toilet for the whole afternoon."

"He looks scared," remarked the other grey haired woman who was called Sandra.

"So he should," laughed Barbara. "He is going to be very sick before he leaves here!" The women laughed wickedly as they led me to an adjoining garage, which had rubber sheeting all over the floor.

"I am glad you weren't any later," Barbara told me. "We are all bursting!"

I was made to lie on my back on the floor, and Barbara came forward and placed one knee either side of my head. She pushed her grey pussy close to my mouth, and told me to open wide. The bellyful of piss she had been saving up was slowly emptied into my submissive mouth, and I dutifully swallowed every drop. After I had licked her clean, she was followed by the other ladies, who gave me an equally large drink.

They sat chatting for a while, as I licked and sucked their gnarled old feet as Barbara had instructed. They had all taken laxatives to ensure they would each have plenty of shit to give me, unfortunately, they all seemed to work at the same time and they were all ready at the same time. With me still on my back, Barbara straddled my head facing my feet, and pushed her flabby smelly arse in my face.

"Open up pansy," she cried. "I have a real load for you!"

She did too. It took me an age to chew and swallow all she had, and I still had two others to service! Sheila came next, and gave me a similar size load. By now I was extremely nauseous, and did not think I could hold it all down much longer. I couldn't soon after Sandra took her place, because she unloaded a whole stream of liquid shit that slid straight down my throat. After that, I just threw up everything I had swallowed.

They kept me there for several hours, until they could piss and shit no more. Finally, I was pulled to my feet, and told by Barbara that they were going to give me something to ensure I remembered them. I was told to stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my head. As I did so, Sandra and Sheila knelt either side of me and pulled my legs wide apart. Barbara came and stood directly in front of me.

"This is going to hurt you badly pansy," she announced. "It's for all the women who have been mistreated by men." I had already guessed what was coming.

She stepped back, and swung her leg back and forward a few times as if practising.

"Please don't do this," I whimpered.

"Oh look, he's begging," laughed Barbara. "I love that, because I know it is not going to make any difference. Brace yourself sissy!"

With that, she took a step forward, swung her leg and smashed her naked foot squarely into my unprotected balls. I screamed in agony, and grasped my crotch.

"Please, no more," I gasped.

"He's had enough," sneered Barbara. "Shall I stop?"

"No," yelled Sandra. "Kick the bastard harder, ruin him!"

"Yes," agreed Sheila. "I want to see him vomit again!"

Thoroughly enjoying herself, Barbara kicked my balls three more times in fairly quick succession, each one seeming a little harder than the last. On the third kick, Sheila got her wish and I vomited violently before passing out.

When I came round, they were all standing over me.

"Nearly time to go," grinned Sandra. "I just want to show the girls something I saw in a German porno movie."

She knelt beside me and grabbed hold of my hair. After instructing me to keep my mouth open until told otherwise, she leaned forward, pushed two fingers down her throat and spewed violently into my open mouth. She repeated this two more times until she had emptied the contents of her stomach over me. It was the worst thing that had happened to me .The smell and the taste of her vomit were far worse than all the piss and shit I had been made to swallow so far.

I limped around cleaning myself up while the three women laughed at my discomfort. When I had dressed, they pushed me out of the back door, telling me that they would see me soon. They had enjoyed abusing me so much, I knew they weren't kidding.

I staggered towards home, and certain further abuse, praying that Emma and the girls would not hear about the extra things my mother in law and her friends had done to me, knowing that they would undoubtedly add it to their repertoire.