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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 32
First Experiences With Bi Couple And Son
She was a pleasingly plump 42 year old, with a 49 year old husband who had a son from his first marriage who was 28. They both fucked the wife, usually not together. The wife let plenty of men and women fuck with her. I got my experience in a pre-planned set up by the couple. I was 17 and she let me fuck her, he watched, and I was allowed any sex with her I wanted. I was and still am, very thin, short, long hair and more of a girlish body, plenty of guys have noticed my femme appearance, though I didn't try for that look. My mom wanted a girl, and without my dad around she got it with me.
Then they put a caveat on the sex with the wife, I had to let him have sex with me, to keep having sex with her. I accepted, and it started with all three of us, and eventually with each alone. More and more with him especially as she went out of town a lot. She came back from a trip where I was more or less, taking her place with her husband as his "wife" while she was gone. She came back and soon bought me clothes to wear, and lingerie as well as makeup to wear when I was having sex with her husband and with her. I spent three weeks there, she was gone, I was the "wife" in the house. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and was dressed in female attire in and out of the bedroom.
One day the husband had fucked me with his little 5 incher leaving my backside leaking again with his huge loads, and he left for work. I went to the kitchen to cook some breakfast and offered to cook his son breakfast as well. He and I ate, I was still wearing a little nightie with matching panties and a little push up bra to make my little boiboobies stick out a little. I was made up for the day, just not dressed yet, and he commented on how good I looked. Soon, he had me sitting on his lap with his mouth on my little buds and his finger in my boipussy. He was getting hard and told me he wanted me, kissing me fully and deeply I felt a real connection, not just someone who wanted to fuck me like his father. He took me to his room, I begged to let me go to the toilet and clean myself, I admitted his father had filled me with his sperm, but the son didn't want to wait. I was on my back with my legs pulled up over his butt and a very enjoyable 9 inch cock pistoning in and out of me. I was in heaven, my nipples were tweaked, I was being kissed and made love to, not just fucked. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and he filled me with another really big load, just like his fathers.
Off and on as we could I let him fuck me at times, then after his father had 3 friends over one night to share me, the next morning with another load inside me from one of the men, I was actually trying to hide. I didn't want to get fucked again, I didn't feel like I deserved to be made love to. The son kept grabbing me, trying to get his fingers into me, but I was moving away. Soon he got mad and was yelling at me, swatting my ass telling me that I took on 4 cocks last night that another won't matter, especially since he'd treated me so nice before. I told him I didn't want to, but I was soon bent over the kitchen table, my dress ripped as he pulled it up over my ass and ripped the shoulders getting at my little boobies. Then I was trying to move away, saying No and he ripped my panties off and power fucked me right there in the kitchen. All the time saying the most terrible things to me, calling me a fucking crossdressed faggot and that I wasn't any good, just a fuckhole, and that I'd never be as good as a real woman.
He finished and laughed at me as I ran away into the main bedroom. I knew I'd been r**ed and by the one person I felt had actually made love to me before. It was another week before the wife came home, by now we only had oral sex, but until she came back I got forced sex from the sone everyday. The making love was over. Sometimes he'd take me three times before his father came home. I haven't said anything but I should have. I am now almost totally gay, I've had plenty of men, and still haven't had anyone I felt as connected to as the son, nor anyone I regretted as much as sex with the son. After he forced me and kept having me time after time I just gave up and realized I was just a couple of holes to fuck. My mouth and my pussy are for use by men to feel good.
Then they put a caveat on the sex with the wife, I had to let him have sex with me, to keep having sex with her. I accepted, and it started with all three of us, and eventually with each alone. More and more with him especially as she went out of town a lot. She came back from a trip where I was more or less, taking her place with her husband as his "wife" while she was gone. She came back and soon bought me clothes to wear, and lingerie as well as makeup to wear when I was having sex with her husband and with her. I spent three weeks there, she was gone, I was the "wife" in the house. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and was dressed in female attire in and out of the bedroom.
One day the husband had fucked me with his little 5 incher leaving my backside leaking again with his huge loads, and he left for work. I went to the kitchen to cook some breakfast and offered to cook his son breakfast as well. He and I ate, I was still wearing a little nightie with matching panties and a little push up bra to make my little boiboobies stick out a little. I was made up for the day, just not dressed yet, and he commented on how good I looked. Soon, he had me sitting on his lap with his mouth on my little buds and his finger in my boipussy. He was getting hard and told me he wanted me, kissing me fully and deeply I felt a real connection, not just someone who wanted to fuck me like his father. He took me to his room, I begged to let me go to the toilet and clean myself, I admitted his father had filled me with his sperm, but the son didn't want to wait. I was on my back with my legs pulled up over his butt and a very enjoyable 9 inch cock pistoning in and out of me. I was in heaven, my nipples were tweaked, I was being kissed and made love to, not just fucked. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and he filled me with another really big load, just like his fathers.
Off and on as we could I let him fuck me at times, then after his father had 3 friends over one night to share me, the next morning with another load inside me from one of the men, I was actually trying to hide. I didn't want to get fucked again, I didn't feel like I deserved to be made love to. The son kept grabbing me, trying to get his fingers into me, but I was moving away. Soon he got mad and was yelling at me, swatting my ass telling me that I took on 4 cocks last night that another won't matter, especially since he'd treated me so nice before. I told him I didn't want to, but I was soon bent over the kitchen table, my dress ripped as he pulled it up over my ass and ripped the shoulders getting at my little boobies. Then I was trying to move away, saying No and he ripped my panties off and power fucked me right there in the kitchen. All the time saying the most terrible things to me, calling me a fucking crossdressed faggot and that I wasn't any good, just a fuckhole, and that I'd never be as good as a real woman.
He finished and laughed at me as I ran away into the main bedroom. I knew I'd been r**ed and by the one person I felt had actually made love to me before. It was another week before the wife came home, by now we only had oral sex, but until she came back I got forced sex from the sone everyday. The making love was over. Sometimes he'd take me three times before his father came home. I haven't said anything but I should have. I am now almost totally gay, I've had plenty of men, and still haven't had anyone I felt as connected to as the son, nor anyone I regretted as much as sex with the son. After he forced me and kept having me time after time I just gave up and realized I was just a couple of holes to fuck. My mouth and my pussy are for use by men to feel good.
