Angel's Story

This story follows on from "Dealing with Wimp Husband and Son," and tells of

Angel's engagement to Adam up to and including their wedding day. The story is

told by Angel herself. My thanks again go to Stefano Milanese for his input of

ideas.

Chapter 1

I could not quite believe my ears at first. I had Adam on his knees in his

bedroom, naked except for his cock cage, teasing and taunting him with my naked

body. I had got him to the point where he was shedding tears of frustration, as

I had on several occasions since our first meeting, when he suddenly blurted out

that he loved me!

"Are you serious?" I asked him. "Since I met you, I have used you as a toilet

and a spittoon, and even emptied the contents of my nose in your mouth. How can

you say you love me?"

"I can't help it," he replied. "I just do. I hate being made to eat shit and

drink piss, as well as swallowing all those other disgusting things, but I

thought if you and I were married and it was just the two of us, I could put up

with it if it pleased you. I mean if I were your husband, and able to make love

to your beautiful body, I could put up with eating one person's shit each day."

I had to smile to myself at this. I knew for a fact that if we did marry, he

would eat more shit than he ever dreamed of. I would make sure we lived close to

his family, so that they could continue to use him, and in addition he would

have to put up with being used by my family and friends. Also, I would make

quite sure he would never be permitted to come, let alone fuck me.

"I will think about it," I told him. "In the meantime, get into the bathroom,

it's time for you to eat shit."

We entered the bathroom, and I put him on his knees. Turning away, I pushed my

asshole towards his mouth. He opened wide without being told, and I felt the

familiar enjoyable feeling of a large log sliding from my ass and dropping into

his mouth. When it was all in, I turned to look at him.

"Open your mouth Adam, let me see it," I ordered. "That's good. Now, are you

really willing to have that filling your mouth every day, while you chew and

swallow it?" He nodded meekly.

When he had finished the first turd, I gave him one more, and then got him to

lick my asshole clean. I rewarded him for that by giving him several mouthfuls

of warm piss, and then told him to stand.

"I will have to find out over the next few months whether you are able to put up

with everything I will expect of you," I explained. "For example, do you

remember what I did to your Daddy the first time I came here?"

"Yes, you kneed him in the balls," he replied.

"That's right," I continued. "And I will want to do that to you on occasion,

either to punish you, or for my own pleasure. Could you handle that?"

"I guess so," he responded. "I don't really know what it's like."

"Well I will show you," I smiled. "Put your hands on your head, and spread your

legs as wide as you can."

As he got into position, I stepped forward and slammed my bare foot squarely

into his balls. He screamed as he dropped to the floor clutching his damaged

nuts.

"I don't expect you to speak now," I told him, as I watched him squirm and moan

on the floor. "But if you still want me to be your wife, crawl forward and kiss

both my feet."

Still moaning, Adam crawled over and planted a kiss on each foot. I knew he

liked feet, just like his Daddy, and I determined that he would spend a lot of

time worshipping mine with his tongue, for my pleasure and his frustration. I

told him to get cleaned up, as I left the bathroom laughing happily.

When I had dressed, I went to join Rosemary and Candy in the lounge. I told them

what Adam had said, and they confirmed that they had heard him. Rosemary was

delighted with the idea, saying I was just the woman to deal with her son, and

Candy was delighted when I said we would live close by, knowing that she could

continue shitting in her brother's mouth on a daily basis.

After discussing it at length with Rosemary and Candy, and thinking it over for

a day or two, I decided to go ahead with the wedding. We decided on a

three-month engagement, during which time I would make Adam aware of some of the

things in store for him. It was now time to introduce him to his scary future

mother in law.

I lived with my mother in a huge house bought by my successful businessman

father. He had left home when I was 14. To be more accurate, he had fled the

house with his balls barely intact, having suffered physical and mental abuse at

the hands of my mother over many years. I should tell you my mother is 42, tall

like me, with the same long black hair. She has a very attractive face, but with

sharp features, which give her a stern look matching her personality. She is

also a big woman, not fat, but with big breasts, arms, thighs, calves and feet.

When she is dressed up to go out, she looks very sexy, but very imposing. Just

after my father left, she sat me down to tell me all that had gone on between

her and my dad.

To be honest, I already knew quite a lot of it. I had often seen them through my

barely open bedroom door, heading for the bathroom, he naked, her in her

night-dress. They would emerge sometime later, with my dad looking distinctly

nauseous, and my mom with a satisfied grin on her face. Other times, they would

go into the bedroom before dinner, and emerge half an hour later, with dad

holding his balls, tears running down his face. I asked Mom why I never heard

any noise at these times, and she explained that she forced a pair of her

piss-soaked panties into his mouth before cruelly kneeing or kicking his balls

savagely over and over again.

I also remembered on several occasions when Mom invited two of her old school

friends and their husbands for dinner. After they had eaten, Mom would take the

husbands into her room, while the wives took dad to the bathroom. I would hear

Mom's cries of pleasure as the two men fucked her. Later on the wives and Dad

would come out and go into the bedroom. Mom told me later that the women loved

to watch dad sucking the cum out of Mom's pussy, and then sucking their

husbands' cocks clean while they verbally abused him. I do remember hearing the

words "faggot" and "pansy" coming from the bedroom on these occasions.

Anyway, we arrived at my Mom's hose, and Adam immediately looked terrified as I

introduced him.

"You were right," she observed, as she looked Adam up and down. "He is a real

shit eating wimp isn't he?" I laughed as I agreed with her, and Adam's face went

a deep red.

"Do you suck pussy boy?" she asked, and without waiting for his answer, slipped

off her panties and pulled his head between her legs as she sat down. She pulled

her dress over his head as she kept him lapping for over an hour. She remarked

that he was pretty poor at it, and would have to give him plenty of private

coaching before the wedding. Eventually she let him out, and he emerged with a

red, sweaty face covered in her juices.

"As you are almost family," she announced. "You can come upstairs and serve me

in the bathroom." She took his hand, and dragged him upstairs, with me following

close behind.

"Better get in the bath," she told Adam. "I have had a bit of a bad stomach

lately, and don't want to make a mess."

She got in the bath, lifted her dress and straddled his face, preparing to shit.

When she did, I realised what she meant about a bad stomach. A huge stream of

dark brown liquid shit oozed from her ass, and slid straight down Adam's throat.

A mixture of gagging and choking sounds came from him as the foul waste hit his

mouth.

"Don't worry," Mom laughed. "Next time I will make sure it is nice and solid for

you. I much prefer to watch a wimp male chewing on my shit! Now lick up the

remains of it from my ass."

Adam cleaned Mom up, and we went down for dinner. Strangely enough, Adam did not

have too much of an appetite! However, that first meeting left him in no doubt

what to expect when we visited Mom.

A few weeks later, We were invited to a party where I knew a lot of my old

school friends would be. I decided this would be a good opportunity to carry on

Adam's training. After mingling for a while, I sought out Bob, a tall

good-looking black guy I had been at school with. He had been the class stud,

and it was well known that he was extremely well endowed. I introduced him to

Adam, and he looked at him will ill-disguised contempt. After chatting for a

while, I whispered in Bob's ear, and we told Adam to follow us outside to the

back of the house where it was quiet.

We all stood by the back wall, and I removed my panties and handed them to Adam,

instructing him to watch. I began kissing Bob passionately, as I unzipped his

fly and drew out his magnificent cock. I heard Adam gasp at the size, as I

stroked it to erection. When it was fully hard, I put the knob to the entrance

of my cunt, and asked Bob to push it in.

"You will have to get used to this when we are married," I told Adam, looking

directly into his crestfallen face. "Watching other men fucking your wife, and

filling her with their cum."

On this occasion, Bob did not last very long before shooting a decent amount of

cum up inside me, but that did not matter, it was not the point of the exercise.

When he withdrew, I kissed him again and he returned inside. His cum was now

dribbling back down to the entrance of my pussy.

"A new taste for you to get used to," I said to my Fiancé. "Get on your knees

and suck the cum out of me. I hope it tastes good to you, you will be drinking

gallons of it in the future!"

As he was on his knees lapping away, a young girl came out of the hose. I

recognised her as Caroline, the young sister of a girl I was at school with. A

pretty young thing, with short red hair, a button nose and freckles. Her small

stature and slim figure with small breasts made her look a lot younger than her

16 years.

"You have him well trained," she laughed, and I agreed with her.

"Whose cum is he sucking out?" she enquired. I told her it was Bob's.

"Ooh!" she squealed. "He is really big isn't he? Tell me, is it true that you

make him eat your shit, like my sister told me?"

"Oh yes," I smiled. "And not only mine, his Mom's, my Mom's, his sister's and

lots of others."

"You are kidding!" she gasped. "Oh Angel, could you make him eat my shit? I

would really love to use him that way!"

"Of course," I agreed, and she quickly pulled off her panties.

She turned, and presented her small, lily-white ass to Adam's face, holding her

cheeks wide apart.

"Kiss my asshole loser," she spat at Adam, now taking charge of the situation.

Adam began kissing her rosebud, and she ordered him to stick his tongue right in

and taste her. She kept this up for some time, urging him to get his tongue

further and further in.

"Oh Angel," she gasped. "He is making me want to shit. I want to fill the little

prick's mouth with my sticky, smelly waste!"

"Let it go!" I encouraged her, and finally a long turd slid out straight into

Adam's mouth.

Caroline turned to watch him.

"Let me see you chew it, you fucking toilet!" she shouted. "Come and look

everybody, I've got this creep eating my shit!"

A whole gang of girls came out, and looked in amazement, as they saw Adam

gagging on Caroline's offering. They giggled and called him all sorts of

derogatory names, and then cheered as Caroline launched another huge log into

his waiting mouth. After it was all over, Adam pleaded with me to let him go

home. I agreed, if he would ask each of the watching girls to spit in his mouth.

He did so, and they all took great delight in dropping huge gobs of saliva into

his mouth and all over his face. I made him walk home without wiping off their

spit.

We had an engagement party a couple of weeks later. Present were Rosemary,

Candy, Mary, Jane and Fiona, Mom and me. We made Adam and his dad Michael strip

naked, and took off their cock cages. All the women changed into flimsy

night-dresses, showing plenty of flesh. As we all started to drink copious

amounts of beer to fill our bladders, Michael and Adam were made to pay oral

service to all the women's feet, breasts, pussies and assholes. After about an

hour, their little throbbing dicks were stiff and unsatisfied.

I had the idea of giving each woman a numbered ticket, with whoever had the two

numbers drawn being allowed to make the cocks soft in any way they wished.

Michael was first, and the lucky winner was Fiona. She was delighted, as she had

had great fun a few weeks earlier teasing her uncle until he cried.

She made Michael stand, and told him to spread his legs. Gently cupping his

balls in her hand, she told him she would make it go down for him, but it might

hurt a little. Then, looking straight into his eyes with that innocent look on

her face, she began to squeeze her uncle's balls. As he began to cry out and

plead with her to stop, the others encouraged her.

"Squeeze as hard as you can darling," urged Rosemary. "Hurt him for me."

"Yes, make him scream," added Candy. "He deserves to suffer!"

"He certainly does," agreed Mary. "Crush my brother's balls Fiona, ruin him for

good!"

All this made Fiona more determined, and she kept squeezing and twisting despite

Michael's cries of agony. After what seemed an age, she finally let go, and

Michael dropped to the floor sobbing and holding his damaged testicles. All the

women gave the young girl a big round of applause. I looked over at Adam, and he

looked scared stiff.

And well he might, for my Mom's number came out of the hat next.

"I should warn you Rosemary," Mom said, as she stepped forward. "I have done a

lot of ball kicking with my own wimp husband, I enjoy it, and I am good at it.

This will hurt him more than anything he has ever known."

"That sounds good to me," replied Rosemary. "He is such a pathetic little shit,

he deserves to be writhing about in agony."

"Yes," agreed Candy. "Don't hold back, give him everything you have got!"

Adam looked down at Mom's powerful legs and big feet. I had never seen him look

so frightened. Mom ordered him to put his hands on his head, and spread his legs

very wide. We watched in anticipation as she stepped forward and kicked with all

her might between my Fiancé's legs. We all gasped, as Adam's whole body shook,

and I swear she lifted him off the ground slightly. At first, no sound came from

him as all the breath left him. Then he dropped to the floor, writhing violently

and crying in agony. The rest of us applauded spontaneously.

"Oh you are good," Rosemary clapped.

"Yes," agreed Candy. "You are the best! Look at him squirm!"

After giving the two men a little time to recover, the toilet orgy began. Mary

had deliberately held inside all the shit she could specially for her brother,

and took great joy in forcing it all into his mouth, and then kicking him

repeatedly as he struggled to eat everything she gave him. Similarly, Candy had

saved hers for her brother, and gave him far more than a mouthful. Determined

that he should take it all in one go she forced the huge turd into his mouth

with her bare foot, practically choking him.

"Eat shit and die!" she laughed, as she ground her foot against his mouth.

For the rest of the evening, it was just piss, but plenty of it. By the time the

party was over, each wimp's mouth had been pissed in by all the women at least

twice. You could hear it swilling around as they struggled upstairs to throw it

all up in the toilet. Everyone agreed it was a great night, well all the females

anyway!

Chapter 2

Finally, the wedding day arrived. Fiona had stayed at my house the previous

evening, so that she could assist me. We also made Michael stay as well, as Mom

and Fiona wanted to fill his belly with shit before the ceremony, ahead of all

the guests (all female) who would be using him during the course of the evening.

Similarly, Rosemary and her sister Jane were making sure that Adam was full of

shit for the ceremony, which was being held at our house as we had so much room.

The best man was to be Richard, Rosemary's brother and Adam's uncle. It was

Rosemary's idea, and she had invited me to her house a couple of weeks before to

meet him. After we had chatted for a while, Rosemary left so he and I could "get

to know each other."

Unlike Michael and Adam, Richard was a real man. Strong, well built and very

handsome, he was 30 years old, and a real charmer. Anyway to cut a long story

short, after a few drinks he took me upstairs and fucked me beautifully. I

decided then that he would be the man to take charge of the wedding night in

place of Adam.

The woman authorized to perform the wedding was an attractive, buxom blonde

friend of my Mom's named Alice. She was around 40, and had the same cruel streak

as Mom and I. She knew exactly the sort of ceremony we wanted, right down to the

wording of the vows.

As the ceremony started, she stood before us. I stood in a very short; low cut

white dress, with no underwear or shoes. Adam was made to kneel beside me

completely naked.

"Before we start," Alice announced. "I think Adam should show his respect for my

position and my sex by kissing my feet." She kicked off her shoes; to reveal

beautifully manicured feet, with scarlet painted toenails.

Adam leaned forward, and she told him to keep kissing until told to stop. After

a couple of minutes, Alice smiled and spoke to the guests.

"I think the groom has fallen in love with my feet," she laughed. "His little

dick is getting hard! The congregation laughed, and Adam looked very

embarrassed.

Telling Adam to kneel up, she announced that we were gathered to witness the

wedding, and making of Adam into my property. She explained that the vows would

reflect that. She turned to Adam.

"Adam," she began. "Will you promise to honour, serve and obey Angel? Will you

open your mouth to accept anything she wishes to deposit in it however

distasteful? And will you perform this duty for any other woman your wife

commands you to? Will you accept that your wife will have as many lovers as she

desires, and that all will take precedence over you? Will you accept that your

wife may decide that you should not be permitted sex, or indeed have any relief

whatsoever? And will you accept that she has the right to punish you in any

manner she decides, either because you have misbehaved or merely for her

pleasure?"

Adam turned to me with a worried look in his eye. The look I gave him made him

quickly reply "I will".

"Angel," Alice went on. "Will you taunt and tease Adam for your pleasure, will

you humiliate, degrade and emasculate him? Will you cuckold him, and keep him in

a state of permanent frustration, taking every opportunity to increase that

frustration? Will you use him as your permanent toilet, ensuring all your waste

enters his mouth? And will you ensure that all your female relatives and friends

have the opportunity to use Adam in this way? And will you regularly punish his

balls, either for his misdemeanors or for your own pleasure?"

"I certainly will!" I said in a very loud voice, and all the guests cheered.

Adam looked at me, having just realised that this marriage would be nothing like

the way he had imagined it.

Finally, Alice announced that we were wife and man.

"You may kiss the bride," she said to Adam, and he made to stand up.

"No, don't get up," she ordered. "Angel has decided that you may not be

permitted to kiss her lips. From now on, if she asks for a kiss, you will French

kiss her asshole until told to stop."

I turned my back to Adam and raised my skirt. He parted my ass cheeks with his

hands, and pushed his tongue into my asshole, which I had inadvertently

forgotten to clean after my shit the night before. I kept him wriggling his

tongue in my dirty asshole for a full fifteen minutes, as the congregation

clapped and cheered.

The ceremony over, we all sat down to a nice meal, except the men of course,

they would be getting plenty to eat later! When the meal was over, and lots of

champagne and wine had been drunk, I rose to make a speech.

"I know it is normally the men who make the speeches," I began. "But presently

my new father is under the table with a funnel in his mouth, relieving my mother

of some of the champagne she has been drinking. I also see that my husband is

performing the same duty for his sister!" Laughter all round.

"Thank you all for coming," I went on. "I hope you will enjoy yourselves, both

my husband and father in law will be available to you all for toilet service all

evening, please use them as often as possible."

I sat down, and Mom rose to speak.

"Adam is about to find married life very difficult," she began. "Angel will see

to that. He will spend a great deal of his time under the bottoms or pussies of

beautiful women of all ages, either to eat or drink from them, or please them

with his tongue. This will make it even harder, as the frustration he feels will

get worse and worse, because Angel has decided he will never be permitted to

come. So I hope you will all give her a good start by filling her husband's

mouth with shit and piss all evening, and also teasing him with your sexy

bodies. Thank you." Mom sat down to loud applause.

I took Adam's hand and led him to the middle of the room and told him to kneel.

"Ladies," I announced. "I would like you all to witness the consummation of our

marriage. My husband's first mouthful of shit as a married man!"

I turned and pushed my ass into Adam's face, and ordered him loudly to ask me to

shit in his mouth. Sounding like a pathetic little turd, he said "Angel, will

you please shit in my mouth?" to loud derisive laughter from all the women

present.

I leaned forward, and began to strain. The women all started clapping, and a

chant of "Eat shit! Eat shit!" started all round the room. A great cheer went up

as a healthy sized log dropped into Adam's mouth. They all laughed hysterically,

as Adam gagged violently on my evil smelling shit as he desperately tried to get

it down. After Adam had cleaned me, he went to rise.

"Stay there!" Alice's voice boomed out. "I'm afraid I can't stay this evening,

but I would hate to leave without giving you my contribution!"

With that, she whipped off her frilly white panties and proceeded to feed my

husband two large turds, which he barely managed to swallow before throwing it

all back up. The women all cheered again as Alice waved goodbye.

I ordered Michael to clear up the vomit before all the ladies started to use

him, and then announced that I was taking my husband upstairs, so that he could

watch while his uncle and I cuckolded him on his wedding night. I promised he

would be back before too long to cater for their toilet needs.

Richard, Adam and I went upstairs and into the bedroom. While Adam stood by the

bed looking dejected, Richard and I undressed each other. Then Richard sat on

the bed while I knelt and began to suck greedily on his large stiff cock. While

doing this, I told Adam to get my pussy wet for my lover with his tongue. When

we were both ready, I lay on the bed with my legs wide apart. Richard proceeded

to fuck me hard and fast, and as my cries of pleasure grew louder and louder,

Adam's sobs of jealousy and frustration got worse. Finally, I had a screaming

orgasm, and Richard and I cuddled for a while as we calmed down.

As Richard got up, I pulled Adam's head down between my legs, and made him clean

the cum out of my pussy ready for my next fuck. As he was finishing, there was a

knock on the door, and Rosemary, Candy and my Mom came in, all naked.

"Can your husband come out to play?" Mom asked.

"Yes," added Candy. "Dad is doing his best, but we really need two toilets down

there. All the women are desperate for male mouths to foul!"

I sent Adam off with them, and enjoyed another slow, gentle fuck with Richard. A

little later, I went down to see how things were going. Both Michael and Adam

were on their backs with a naked woman squatting over their mouths, ready to

fill them with either shit or piss. Both had a queue of at least six women

waiting to use them. Most of them were very impatient, kicking the men hard all

over, urging them to hurry. I watched for a while, highly amused, before

returning to the bedroom.

Next morning, I went to the bathroom, to find Adam sitting by the toilet bowl

looking very sick.

"Bad night?" I asked, laughing.

"Every woman used me last night," he wailed. "Shit, piss, spit, snot everything.

And I lost track of the times I was stomped in the face or stomach or kicked in

the balls. I can't take any more."

"I'm afraid you will have to," I replied. "I need my morning piss. Now lean back

with your head over the bowl."

He did as he was told, and I emptied the overnight accumulation of strong dark

piss into his abused mouth. Having swallowed it, it seemed to turn his stomach

and he turned to throw up in the bowl. Seeing him kneeling there, his legs

apart, I could not resist it. I ran forward and kicked him hard between the

legs, adding to the ache he was already feeling.

"Welcome to married life darling!" I laughed, as I left to finish packing for

the honeymoon, leaving him retching and moaning from the pain in his balls.

I was going to enjoy this marriage!