Ryan's Bitch Part Four

(ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANTASY ARE 18 YRS OLD OR OLDER.) 

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RYAN’S BITCHPART FOURby dale10

Ryan kicked me awake. Can you believe that? A dirty, sadistic high school thug kicked me in the breasts and in my vagina until I woke up. Has any woman ever had to undergo such horrible torture at the hands of her own son and his bully friend. Now Danny had been a good boy until my husband left and Danny began to hang around with Ryan. Ryan was by far the most popular boy on the soccer team, and one of the most popular boys in the school. Danny told me that dozens and dozens of “cunts” at school, as he now called girls, had wet pussies all day over him. My son had never talked about females that way before, and had not thought of girls in that way before. The fact that both Ryan and Danny were really adorable teenagers made it easier for them to manipulate innocent young girls, and Danny told me Ryan bragged about how many schoolgirls he had fucked. He had gotten several pregnant, but the school had hushed it up because he was their star athlete. He would get a full athletic scholarship to college, if he wanted it, and not for his grades. Rumor had it he never studied but fucked several of the female teachers and let several of the gay men teachers suck his dick for high grades.

And now he had me in his clutches. I had always been a religious woman, and after my husband divorced me, I became even more so getting involved in many church groups and events. I tried so hard to be the best person and the best mom, and now, look what these two boys were doing to me.

I don’t know if it was being kicked in the vagina or not, but when I regained consciousness, I suddenly had to pee really badly. I was afraid I would not be able to hold it. My son was still totally naked and gently frigging his big teenage prick. For some reason, I focused on the way his fat balls bounced as he rubbed his fuckmeat. The wild, hungry, sex look in his eyes truly scared me. This was no longer the Danny I loved and raised. This was a teenage animal, and all because of Ryan. Ryan still wore his jeans, but I could see the length of prick tube running down one leg, and the jeans were soaked with pre-fuck.

“You can’t pass out on us, you fucking filthy cunt, the fun is just starting,” Ryan said, rubbing his dick through his jeans. His muscular chest rose and fell with  his excitement, and his nipples were like two small bullets. I could smell the sweat from his hairy armpits from where I lay on the floor. Again, I felt the overwhelming need to urinate. I was so ashamed.

“Please, I have to go to the toilet… “ I almost whispered. 

“What did you say, you filthy cunt?” He was leering at me.

“Please, I have to go to the toilet. I can’t hold it much longer.”  Again, imagine how ashamed I was saying this to a teenage boy.

“PISS OR SHIT” he asked, a grin on his face. My son, Danny moved closer, his hand wanking his thick teen dick.

I wanted to cry. “I have to urinate.” I said, fresh tears running down my cheeks.

Ryan seemed to consider for a moment, as if he held my bathroom habits in his control. Well, I guess he did. I clamped my hand over my pussy. I had to go badly.

“Hmm, well, I guess, okay. Just wait here for a minute.” And he walked toward the kitchen.

“Please Ryan, I have to go now. I can’t hold it.” Imagine having to say that to a boy. Me a grown woman old enough to be his mom. And my own son standing there frigging his leaking dick, balls dancing. I had never been so aware of male genitalia in my life. Well, that is not totally true. I was really aware of the dicks and balls on the high school boys when they played soccer. Some of the boys didn’t wear jock straps under their soccer shorts and their pricks and balls bounced around when they ran. The boys knew the high school girls and the soccer moms in the stands could see their pecker shapes through their shorts.

And even when they wore jock straps, the dick lumps pushed out against the sweat stained white soccer shorts. I thought about how often those boys masturbated each day to unload all that pent up teenage ball juice. I thought about all the filthy thoughts they had about girls each day. I lusted after those horny young animals, and now I was paying the price for my sinful thoughts.

While Ryan was in the kitchen, I looked up from the floor at my masturbating son. “Please, Danny, for the love of God, help me. Have pity on your mom, you know how much I love you.”  I watched as a long string of dick slime hung from the large pisshole of my son’s dick.  I became fascinated at how the string of slime hung lower and lower. Danny was still a teen, but his dick was much larger than his father’s. It was both longer and thicker, and the circumcised head of the cock was like a plumb. I wondered if he was already fucking teenage girls, and how their poor little pussies could take such a huge fucker.

“Just do what Ryan says, and everything will be okay.” Danny said, a small smile on his cute face. He looked like the perfect all-American teenage boy.

Ryan returned from the kitchen carrying my large glass punchbowl. He set it down on the floor. “You have to piss, okay, go ahead Mrs. Logan.”

I felt the blood drain out of my body. “You expect me to… oh God, no. You can’t expect me to do this in front of you! YOU JUST CAN’T.”

“It’s up to you, bitch. You are the one who has to pee, not me.”

I struggled to my knees and clasped my hands together in prayer, like I did in church. “PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, RYAN, DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS. I AM BEGGING YOU. PLEASE, DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS.” My body and face had turned from ghostly white to fire engine red.

“It’s your choice, you stupid cunthole, If you have to go, you use the punchbowl. But whatever, hurry up, it’s getting late and we still have some games to play tonight.” When he said this, I saw the big prick in his pants move and push out the material of the jeans. As big as my son was, I could see that Ryan was much larger down there. It was actually scary.

I got to my feet, my hands pressing against my pussy. I was sobbing now. “Please, I can’t hold it any longer. Show me some mercy. I never did anything bad to you…PLEASE!”

“WRONG, MRS LOGAN. YOUR SON CAUGHT YOU FINGERING YOUR DIRTY CUNT WHILE LOOKING AT PICTURES OF ME IN THE HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK. YOU CRAVE THIS BIG FAT FUCKER OF MINE. YOU KNOW YOU DO. AND NOW YOU HAVE TO BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR FILTHY IDEAS. NOW, UNLESS YOU WANT SOME OF THESE EXCELLENT PICTURES I HAVE BEEN TAKING OF YOU TO BE SENT TO YOUR CHURCH AS WELL AS TO THE POLICE, I SUGGEST THAT YOU SQUAT LIKE A BARNYARD ANIMAL OVER THAT PUNCH BOWL AND PISS FOR US!”

How would you feel? What would you do? I was trapped. I was the captive of these two sadistic teenage boys. And they both looked so clean-cut and normal. Just well built, healthy teenage American boys. The kind you see at ever mall and every sporting event. Did other teen boys have such twisted, filthy ideas? Did they do such filthy, sinful, nasty things? It was like I was in another world. A world of perverts.

“Jeez, Dan, look at your mom’s tits heave with anxiety. Those udders are really bouncing up and down,” Ryan said.

“I told you my mom had awesome milk sacks!” my son said.

I could not hold it any longer. I squatted over the big glass bowl.

“Keep those legs spread nice and wide, and don’t put your hands anywhere near your cunt,” Ryan commanded.

I started to piss. Squatting with my legs spread wide, I began to pee into the punch bowl.

“Jesus, what a filthy sow,” my son said, frigging his dick even harder.

“PLEEEEZE, I’M NOT. I’M YOUR MOM…” I sobbed, piss shooting out of my pussy into the bowl.

Ryan whipped out his phone and started taking more pictures of me.

“NO, PLEEZE, I BEG YOU, DON’T DO THAT. DON’T TAKE PICTURES…” It was a huge hard stream of piss. I could feel my big nipples getting rock hard. He photographed me while I pissed.

“lift your head, Mrs. Logan. Look at the camera! Look here!” Slowly, as if taunting me, Ryan lowered the zipper on his jeans.  He spread the pants open just enough so some black pubic hair peeked out. He had a full rich thatch of prick hair, whereas my son’s prick hair was light in color and much finer in texture.

At last my pissing stopped. My breasts heaved with shame and exhaustion. I couldn’t take any more abuse, any more shame. I prayed silently that Ryan would go home. Perhaps if I got Danny alone, I could talk some sense into him. My only mistake had been to fantasize over a high school boy. But it was only a fantasy. Is it a sin to even think such things? Have any of you ever looked at a really handsome high school boy and had dirty thoughts?

“What’s the matter, Dirty Sow? Are you tired? You’d better get your energy back. We still have a ways to go tonight. Why not freshen up a bit by taking a nice big drink.”

“HUH?” It didn’t register at first because I had no idea anyone could be that perverse. “You don’t mean…?”

“Yes, squat over the punchbowl like the filthy sow you are, and lap up some of that nice fresh piss!”

“OHHHHHHHH, GOD NOOOOOOOO!” I wailed, hysterical.

“You pass out again bitch, I swear to God, I will take off my belt and whip that filthy cunt of yours. Have you ever been beaten on the cunt? The girls at school are terrified of it and rightly so. And Dan here can tell you, I do not hold back.” His fingers went to his crotch where he played with his black pubic hair. His big dick was still trapped down one soaking wet pants leg. His naked torso was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. He smelled like an animal.

I shook my head, my hair flying. “I… I… I can’t do this. It’s just too sick. Please don’t hurt me, but I can’t do this… “ I was sobbing so hard, I was blinded by my tears. Ryan stormed over to me and forced my head into the punch bowl. My face went into the yellow piss lake, the stench and taste overwhelming me. Then he put one foot on my neck, keeping my face in the filthy waste.

“Just be grateful, Mrs. Logan, that you didn’t have to take a shit!” Both boys broke up with laughter. I would have drowned if I had not started to drink my own piss. It was the worst moment of my life. Little did it know, it was nothing compared to future things Ryan and Danny would do to me. They had not even gotten started yet. Horrible things, you can’t even imagine. I drank the piss. I LAPPED UP MY OWN PISS LIKE A FILTHY BEAST. Ryan removed his foot from my neck, so I was able to pull my head a bit out of the filth.

“Use your tongue. Lap it up like a barnyard animal!” Ryan said, taking more pictures. Here I was, still a fairly attractive woman. I’d kept my shape and my looks. I still had a chance at life. But what kind of chance would I have after this?

“Oh, Dan, my man, I’d share some of these photos of your mom lapping piss with the guys at school. They would get a good laugh over them.”

“Yeah, the dudes on the soccer team are gonna love my mom. We’ll make her the team mascot!”

“You mean the team cocksucker! Will you like that, Mrs. Logan? Taking care of the sweaty dicks of over twenty high school boys? Emptying their swollen ball sacks into your sewer mouth? If you’re a good bitch, we’ll even allow you to suck out their sweaty assholes. Imagine sucking the asses of over twenty boys. And they are going to want it almost every day, I know that. Nice tight, round, smooth, muscular teenage boy asses, with nice puckered pink assholes. Oh, we’re going to keep you busy, Mrs. Logan.”

My head spun round and round as I lapped at the warm piss in the punch bowl.

“Mrs. L. while you lap at that piss punch, why not tug on your nipples for us. Really pull those titty-tips out as far as you can.”

Fearing what might happen if I refused, I pulled and twisted my nipples. Jolts of electric shock went through my body. And then because of the piss and my lapping of it, I burped, a loud burp.

“Jesus, Dan, your mom is such a filthy fucking sow. No wonder your dad left. Who would want to ever fuck that?  I am thinking though maybe we should set up an appointment at the dentist to have all her teeth pulled. That way she could give a really good blow job. I hear a bitch gumming your dick is a really cool experience. The guys on the team might like that.”

“Shit, Ryan, can you imagine how ugly she would look with no teeth?” Danny beat his dick even harder, so hard it looked at times like he might yank it right off.

I lapped the piss and pulled on my nipples. I knew then, that I was psychologically damaged for life. I would never get over this horror. Little did I know, the horror was just beginning.