Anal Etiquette: Madrid

Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to me. If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

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Foreword

While this story contains none of the Etiquette characters you all know and love, it is set in the Etiquette universe. The original idea that birthed this story was to write several short stories showcasing our world at the end of the turn of the 22nd century; which is the rough timeframe of the Etiquette universe. However, I ended up having way too much fun with it and the story took on a life of its own. As I was finishing up writing this story, I realized that I didn’t want these characters to be a one shot deal, so this is officially a spin off!

Several of my European readers have questioned my assessment of Europe being much more liberal and open in sexual matters than the Good Ole’ USA. I’ve been told that Some European countries I’ve mentioned in my stories are just as socially conservative as the US; so I did a little bit of research. Please forgive my quick sociology lesson.

It turns out that I didn’t even know the half of it! The three European countries that tend to be ranked at the top of the sexuality progressive spectrum are Switzerland, Spain and the Netherlands. These are countries that have legalized gay marriage – or at least civil unions – nude beaches, legalized prostitution, public acceptance of pornography, freely available contraception, legalized abortions, and sexual education that starts as early as kindergarten; all of which – other than abortion which some are trying to illegalize – the US does NOT have; except in maybe a few specialized locations.

Conversely, sexual education for large parts of the US is limited to a single semester class in the 8th grade where we’re shown slides of late-stage STDs and taught that abstinence is the best policy; I speak from personal experience. But hey, we are a country where creationism is taught right beside [actual] science as an alternative – and equally correct – explanation of the universe.

What has it gotten us – sexually speaking? Comparing the US to the three European countries I named above, they have 2 to 3 times more sex a year and are on average significantly more satisfied with their sex lives, while we have upwards to 10 TIMES the rate or teenage pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases and abortions. Hooray, religious conservatism at its finest!

If you’re curious, the UK is about right in the middle between the US and mainland Europe.

At least we have more nuclear weapons and super carriers than the rest of the world combined. That has to count for something…

At any rate, our story takes place in Spain; mostly because I’ve already talked about Rosa Culo Paraíso; which I’ve gotten a few positive comments about. So, considering how much farther along the sexual liberalism path Spain is than the US today – and considering how utterly depraved the US in the Etiquette universe is already – let’s just see how open and accepting towards extreme female anal masochism Spain could be in the future.

Oh! And on an unrelated note: If you’re going to send me feedback and ask a question, please don’t do it anonymously. If you do, I have no means to reply – and I hate being the asshole. Thanks!

Also, also: I realize that Europe is metric, but I’m American and I’m writing in Imperial units anyway. Why, you might ask? I already mentioned the nukes and carriers…

Good Moring, Madrid

It was an average weekday morning in suburban Madrid when Miguel walked yawning into the kitchen of his family’s home. His oldest daughter, twenty three years old Catalina, greeted her father happily with a steaming cup of coffee and a long deep kiss. She still wore the overly tight, ratty T-shirt she preferred to sleep in – which did nothing to conceal her perky, well formed 32C cup breasts and their constantly erect nipples – and nothing else. With one hand, Miguel grabbed one of her nipples through her thin shirt; pinching and rolling it firmly; which elicited a soft moan from his lovely daughter. With his other, he reached down between her firm buttocks expecting to sink his fingers into the yawning, moist hole he knew was there. Instead, his fingers found the large, solid base of Catalina’s nightly plug.

“Are you going plugged today, baby?” he asked as he broke the kiss and took the offered coffee. “You might want to opt for a smaller size if you’re going out.” Unlike American women, most European women preferred to wear the largest plugs that could be physically inserted into their rectums at night so they could go around all day gaping obscenely as opposed to being continuously plugged 24 hours a day, but with a smaller dildo. The research was mixed as to which method trained a woman’s body most efficiently. The American method was more consistent but the European method was significantly more painful as it allowed the sphincter to relax some during the day, only to be stretched to the maximum at night.

“Of course not daddy!” she replied as she continued to rub her nubile body against his. “Classes don’t start until 11:00 today so I figured I’d wear my nighttime plug most of the morning to get a little extra stretching in.”

“Makes sense,” Miguel said as he broke the embrace and took a seat at the head of the kitchen table. “Tonight is punishment night for you girls, isn’t it?” he asked, already knowing the answer as he helped Catalina get down on her knees and crawl under the table. The sheer size of the plug lodged in her rectum made that task harder than it would normally seem. The tip of her plug was solidly pressing into the bottom of her lungs so any movement that involved twisting her body or bending over caused significant discomfort.

Punishment night: Miguel and his wife, Alessandra had a regularly scheduled weeknight set aside for punishing their daughters for the week’s infractions; or just because they felt like it if there were none. It was really just an opportunity to break out the heavy grit punishment plugs and use them on yielding young sphincters. Of course, Alessandra preferred to have them used on her experienced and superbly trained hole most nights; but only after their two daughters had had their fills of anally induced orgasms and passed out. Although, on punishment nights – and if they’d cum hard enough – the girls were normally allowed to violate their mother’s destroyed nether hole for an hour or so as a reward.

Not that her endless yearning for anal degradation would be sated in the least. Afterwards, Miguel and his wife would still enjoy an intimate evening of ravaging her willing rectum afterwards.

“Yes it is, dear,” came Alessandra’s reply from the stove where she was cooking breakfast. Miguel glanced over in his wife’s direction. Always the proficient multitasker, she was frying a breakfast scramble in a skillet with one hand while the other was lazily slipping in and out of their youngest daughter, twenty year old Kiara’s slowly widening asshole. Kiara was sitting on the counter – something she knew was not allowed – with her feet braced on its edge and legs spread to give her mother unfettered access to her most private hole. “The demerit list is on the fridge if you want to go over it and see if anything is missing,” she added over her shoulder as she smiled sweetly to her husband.

Alessandra wore her long, dark hair up in a tight bun. She was dressed in one of her favorite cream colored business skirt suits for a busy day chalked full of meetings with some new international partners. The expertly tailored jacket showed off every curve of her toned body. It buttoned together just below the navel and ended shortly thereafter. Her white blouse had a plunging neckline almost as deep as her jackets. Her pierced navel was visible just above where it buttoned together. Her semi-translucent, lacy black three quarter cup bra pushed and molded her beautiful 34D cup breasts together for the perfect amount of mouthwatering, sun kissed cleavage. The top half of her dark areolas and just a subtle hint of nipple were clearly visible above her undergarment and were fully exposed by her blouse. Alessandra’s skirt was medium length and came down to just below her moist pussy lips. She wore gape panties that tightly pulled her worthless sphincter into a seven inch hexagon of black abyss that led deep into her body. All she had to do was to bend over slightly to reveal both holes to anyone who cared to look. Her look was topped off with knee length, high heeled leather boots. The extra height and angle of her feet shaped her already beautiful ass into a piece of art.

Her dress was just long enough to cover her fuck holes when viewed from a normal conversational height. However, from Miguel’s seated position, he had a good view of the back hole he’d played a significant part in destroying.

His daughter, Kiara wore a see through black halter top with a singular button between her perky 34C’s. The nearly transparent material left nothing to the imagination. With her mother’s talented fist popping in and out of her nether hole, the young woman’s heaving breasts and rock hard nipples strained against the thin fabric as she approached her orgasm. Kiara also wore skin tight, faded blue jeans with a tailored hole strategically placed at her asshole; which her mother was currently using to sodomise the twenty year old through. On the front of her jeans, near the top of her crotch was a white daisy. Miguel knew that the decoration was actually the base of the sizable dilation catheter Kiara normally wore; urethra training was the ‘in thing’ for her clique right now. Unscrewing the flower would uncork her pisshole and release any urine stored in her bladder regardless of anything she did about it. Below her, the hooked straps of her gape panties dangled below her butt where she’d removed them for her morning fisting session. All the while, her long, curly dark hair was thrashing around her face in as she writhed in ecstasy.

Miguel sighed. “That’s a demerit for each of you. Kiara knows better than to sit on the counter, and you know better than to let her, Alessandra,” he said as he felt the tip of his half erect cock get sucked into Catalina’s greedy mouth.

Alessandra paused for a moment in her cooking to reply, “I know, honey, but Kiara really wanted another orgasm before she grabbed the bus for class; this was the only way I could kill two birds with one stone; if you’ll pardon the expression,” she answered without interrupting the rhythm of her fist. A good mother could always tell when her daughter was getting close to cumming; and Kiara was getting very close. She loved getting her asshole fisted to orgasm as often as possible. She was taking more and more after her mother everyday!

“You could always just send her to college horny; she’ll be dripping wet from arousal in an hour anyway,” Miguel stated firmly as he released his bladder and began to drain the night’s urine into his daughter’s waiting mouth. “You know both the girls are horny little fist sluts.”

“Just like their mother,” Alessandra replied, finishing his statement. Then added, “I could have, but that’s not very motherly of me now is it?” as she thrust her closed hand particularly hard up Kiara’s quivering asshole. She was rewarded with a soft squeak of pain mixed with pleasure from her youngest daughter.

For her part, Kiara was oblivious to the entire conversation as she neared a pretty decent orgasm with her mother’s fist steadily working her tender anus.

“Well, since you’ve both already earned tonight’s punishment, you might as well bring her off and serve breakfast,” Miguel said in exasperation. “I swear! I know they put Masomaxicin in the water, but the greediness you and the girls have for severe punishment has to be well beyond the government’s expectations!”

A decade ago, Spain had enacted a law to add a pharmaceutical to the country’s water supply; much like chlorine to keep the water potable and fluoride to enhance dental health. Masomaxicin greatly enhanced women’s submissive and masochistic impulses; particularly anal masochism. There had been a great deal of outcry at the time from fringe women’s rights groups fearing it would create an underclass of sexual slaves in all but name and undo centuries of advancements in equal rights and suffrage. However, in the years since, those fears were found to be groundless and the clamor died down.

Of course, the women in those fringe groups had to drink the water too, and had become considerably more docile and less outspoken. So maybe there was something to their fears after all. He’d read an article a year ago or so that had reported most of the fringe elements had joined mainstream society and were now perfectly happy with their newfound masochistic urges.

Miguel grunted softly as he pushed out the last few drops of his bladder’s contents. He didn’t even have to check under the table. He knew Catalina had swallowed every drop without spilling any; Alessandra had demonstrated the technique and taught her daughters too well for that. Without being told, the young woman under the table went from piss receptacle mode into fellatio mode and began drawing her father’s thickening dick deeper into her mouth; pausing only momentarily as its head passed into her throat; a skill also expertly taught to her by her knowledgeable mother.

Noticing that is was 7:00 on the dot, Miguel picked up the remote to the kitchen’s small 55″ television and turned it on and flipped to his favorite morning show, ‘Good Morning, Madrid’. The timing was perfect. As soon as the image came up, he was greeted by his favorite morning personality: the blond bombshell Petra Martinez.

“Good morning, Madrid. As always, I’m Petra Martinez and it’s a beautiful day today; we’ll get to Ariana Taveras and the weather here in a few minutes. Our headline issue we’ll be discussing today involves a controversial political development here in Spain. We’re also welcoming back Isabella Viloria from her extended vacation. She and her wife, Rosa, have been on vacation at Rosa Culo Paraíso for the past month or so. Welcome back, Isabella!”

The three drop dead gorgeous women – a product of makeup, lighting, an exhausting exercise regime, digital remastering and most likely a significant amount of plastic surgery – were seated around a solid mahogany, waist high, semicircle desk facing the camera. Behind them was a tasteful set full of earth tone colors, healthy looking plants and expensive artwork. The large windows behind that overlooked downtown Madrid.

In the center was Petra, the main hostess. She was a long, wavy haired blonde with a businesslike personality and a lot of charisma. Today, she wore an immaculately tailored jacket similar to Alessandra’s in cut, but deep red. She wore no blouse and her white, quarter cup bra pushed up and shaped her massive 36E cup breasts while leaving most of the perfect, sag-less orbs exposed. Both of her sizeable, fleshy, uncovered nipples had large, golden barbell studs pieced through them.

To her right was Isabella; a knowledgeable co-hostesses who knew a lot about almost everything – or at least that’s what the script said. The sweet looking brunette kept her hair in a close bob that framed her face perfectly. Today, she wore a thin, skin tight blue Kashmir sweater that framed her toned body and her even more impressive 36F cup breasts exquisitely. The outline of her large nipples against the expensive fabric left no reason for any of the viewers to doubt that she wore no bra. Every time Miguel saw her in one of her sweaters, he was convinced that the term, ‘sweater meat’ was coined exclusively for her benefit.

Finally, Ariana was the youngest of the trio. The bubbly, always happy, sandy blonde woman’s – whom some would call ditz – job was to report on the weather, fashion, and celebrities; and to be the all around comic relief of the program. She wore a light, form fitting sundress of pastels. The dress’s neckline dipped down below her braless 34E breasts and their ever erect nipples – leaving them bare to the world. Every one of her jerky, giggly moves caused her uncovered tits to swing and bounce wildly.

“At least they’re wearing decent clothes today,” commented Alessandra behind him as she finished up breakfast and her daughter’s orgasm. Miguel nodded in agreement. Sometimes their wardrobe could border on scandalous. Seconds later, Kiara shattered the morning clam with her high pitched screech. It lasted for a half a minute or so while Miguel tried to concentrate on the talking heads – and sexy tits – on the television. Alessandra paused in her scrambling of the eggs in order to pound her fist and wrist into Kiara’s orgasming body as hard as she could to ensure that her youngest daughter had a good hard orgasm. She could live with slightly burnt eggs.

“Thank you, Petra! It’s good to finally be back,” responded Isabella brightly.

“I assume you enjoyed your vacation?” Ariana chimed in with a perkiness that caused her tits to jiggle delightfully once again. “Olivia and I are thinking about spending our first year anniversary there this summer.”

“Well, I can’t say we ‘enjoyed’ our vacation, but it certainly was fulfilling,” replied Isabella.

“You mean ‘filling’?” Petra replied sarcastically.

“That too!” Isabella said with a chuckle. “I haven’t been worked over that hard since… well, since our vacation there last year!”

“Did you guys sign up for the Extreme package; with the ‘No Safe Word’ option? That’s what Olivia and I signed up for,” Ariana asked with expertly practiced genuine interest.

“Of course we did,” replied Isabella. “That was largely why our vacation was extended for an extra week. On our last day, the resort manager stopped by to ensure that we had enjoyed our visit; and to see if we were interested in a possible couples discounted extension for an extra week; she timed her visit perfectly! Rosa and I were just recovering from an eight hour marathon session on their cone expanders and were in masochistic, post-coitus bliss. She didn’t have to try very hard to convince us to sign up for an additional week.”

“I can understand that,” Petra said wistfully. “The sales managers at Rosa Culo Paraíso know their clientele; and I know how much of a pair of pain sluts you and Rosa can be from our office parties,” she added with an evil smile.

“I seem to recall a certain television hostess who ranks right up there with me on the masochism scale,” Isabella retorted with a side glance towards Petra.

“Come on guys; be nice!” interjected Ariana. “We’re all submissive anal whores here.”

“Yes we are,” agreed Petra. “And that reminds me. Speaking of ‘submissive anal whores’, for those of you who want to see the ‘behind the scenes’ live feed of our show, you need to become premium members. You’ll see the Membership option on the lower left of the screen and you can join anytime.

“Also, a special treat for all our existing premium members, you can view all of Isabella and Rosa’s vacation photos and videos on our home page; and thank you for sharing vacation with us, Isabella!” Petra said, turning towards her colleague and nodding.

“No problem!” replied Isabella. “We love sharing our personal lives with our premium viewers.

“That and the extra week at Rosa Culo Paraíso maxed out our credit cards. The network made us a generous deal for the material.” Isabella added with just a hint of annoyance.

“And it is great material,” Petra added quickly. There’s what, a thousand still images and almost thirty hours of footage?”

“About that,” Isabella said after a moment of mental calculation. “Most of it is us on the cone expanders or the deep intestinal massage tables; but there are a few hours of us getting intimate with each other in our downtime.”

“Oh, Rosa Culo Paraíso gives the best deep intestinal massages!” exclaimed Ariana bubbly. “I always make sure to sign up for extra sessions!”

“Why does that not surprise me?” giggled Isabella.

While the onscreen personalities bantered on mindlessly, Miguel took a moment to sign into his premium account for the show; he was a big fan of the ‘behind the scenes’ live footage. With his finger print recognized on the networked display built into the kitchen table, his account was recognized. Immediately, three picture in pictures popped up below each woman; carefully sized to not obscure the view of bouncing, well cared for tit flesh. Known only to premium members – and every pirate on the internet – was that the three women were naked from the waist down. Each was securely strapped to a chair specially designed to not only support its person, but to spread their legs widely. Each woman’s pussy was wrenched open obscenely wide with speculum petals and the expertly directed lighting allowed the viewers to easily see the openings of their cervixes. Miguel was pretty certain that his closed fist could fit inside each woman’s cunt without touching the walls.

The women’s other two holes were, however, full of thick dildos mounted to mechanical arms. The inch thick, heavily textured urethral dildos were about eight inches long. They would extract themselves fully, leaving behind yawning and ruined holes dripping with unrestrained urine, before slowly reinserting themselves once again. The rear dildos were truly massive constructs of rectum annihilating latex. Petra’s and Ariana’s dildos were just shy of seven inches thick and over two feet long, while Isabella’s was an amazing seven and three quarter inches wide and almost thirty inches long – at least that was the information that came up on the tooltip as he brushed his finger over the display.

Miguel whistled silently. I guess she really did enjoy herself at Rosa Culo Paraíso, he said to himself as he admired the massive slab of latex as it was slowly withdrawn from Isabella’s overstretched hole.

All six dildos worked their respective holes in perfect synchronization. As one, all three rear plug broke free of three very stretched, very well used, gaping nether holes. They stayed fully retracted for a few seconds to give the premium viewers a clear shot up Petra’s, Ariana’s, and Isabella’s cavernous rectums before reversing course and filling the holes of the three hostesses once again. At no point during their brief emptiness did any of the half dozen destroyed holes make the slightest attempt to try and close. These were three very well trained women!

This slow fucking would go on for the show’s entire six hour length. Of course, as the premium members paid an additional cost, the dildos would slowly increase their pace throughout the program. They were supposed to be capped at certain speed after the ‘Tax Refund Incident’ a few years ago. Flush with government money, the premium users had paid for an unexpected number of speed bumps. Four hours into the program, none of the three hostesses could carry on a coherent conversation as the gigantic anal and urethral violators thrashed their innards at almost a revolution a second. The producers of the show had to cancel three guests and reschedule a band. However, they didn’t stop the dildos – people had already paid for the speed increases – or disable the options – people were still paying for more speed increases. It ended up being two hours of nationally syndicated network television featuring three massive titted bimbos thrashing in orgasm as their holes were wrecked. It was an utter waste of airtime – which brought in the show’s third best ratings that year.

Now that Miguel had his favorite part of the program on screen, he sat back and watched the dildos make their way inside the three women as they continued to discuss vacation options in normal conversational tones. The three actresses were so accustomed to the diabolical violation of their holes that they were capable of carrying on in depth interviews and serious discussions as if nothing out of the ordinary were taking place. Although – for this show at least – the extreme dilation and mechanical fuck hole raping truly was nothing out of the ordinary!

Sure enough, he could see the telltale outlines of the huge slabs of latex work their way into the abdomens of the three women on the main view. His favorite to watch was Isabella and her sweater. The outline of her ridiculously thick dildo was clearly visible against her tight sweater as it made its way up her small abdomen and then under her ribcage. Miguel could tell she was having a harder than usual time breathing as the latex invader bottomed out and compressed her lungs before extracting itself.

Absentmindedly, he reached under the table to pull Catalina’s head fully onto his cock. She’d been doing an excellent job working the shaft balls with tongue and lips, but it was time for his morning skull fucking. The well trained little cock slut didn’t need to be told twice. As Miguel removed his hand from his daughter’s head, she settled into a steady pace of balls deep dick swallowing of her father’s eight inch penis. He knew she would only stop every minute of so to catch her breath until he came in her mouth.

Behind him, Alessandra slowed the pace of her fisting while Kiara came down from her orgasm. With motherly gentleness, she slowly pulled her still closed fist our of her daughter’s ass. She loved the look of discomfort on her daughter’s face when it finally did pop free with a wet sucking sound; the wide open and dripping hole her hand left behind was a pleasant sight as well.

Picking up a towel, she wiped her hand off before bunching up the towel and shoving it up Kiara’s still wide open ass to clean out the lubrication. Her daughter grimaced slightly as the rough texture of the towel scrapped across the insides of her colon. Alessandra rotated the towel a few times to ensure her daughter was cleaned out well. She didn’t want excess lubricant to ruin Kiara’s designer jeans.

Leaving the towel shoved up her hole, Alessandra switched back to cooking mode. She turned off the stove and dished out the scramble onto two plates for herself and her husband; she’d already fed her daughters before Miguel had come downstairs for breakfast. While she did so, Kiara slowly lowered herself down off the counter and turned around.

The cooking done, Alessandra turned back to her still heavily breathing daughter. She extracted the damp towel and tossed it into a hamper in the corner, and then pushed her daughter’s torso down over the counter. Bending down – an act which caused her to grimace in pain as the six hooks of her gape panties pulled her already widely stretched asshole farther apart – Alessandra picked up the hooks of her daughter’s gape panties and inserted them into the well fisted hole. As she did so, she wrenched the small straps tight on each hook, causing her youngest to groan in discomfort as her asshole – which had been slowly closing – was forcefully pulled wide open once again.

The gape panties were of standard design: Two straps went on either side of her pussy; two were pulled tightly across right where her upper thighs met her lower buttocks; and two came down over her well formed ass cheeks. When she was done, her daughter’s asshole looked like a smaller version of her own: a four inch wide hexagon leading into the moist pink innards of her daughter’s colon.

Allowing her daughter to stand upright slowly at last, the younger woman groaned slightly as the pain from her stretched anal ring registered. The gape panties gave no quarter, and even with her daughter standing normally, the hexagon shape of her dilated asshole was fully visible to anyone who was standing behind her through the five inch diameter hole purposefully built into the seat of her blue jeans. Between the excellent cut of the pants that cupped and molded her ass cheeks, and the two straps of the gape panties that crossed between her legs and ass, her bubble butt looked spectacular indeed!

Alessandra was proud of herself; she had bought those jeans for Kiara for her last birthday. It was always satisfying as a parent to purchase something for your children that they actually use.

“Thanks mom,” Kiara said as she helped her mother to stand up.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” her mother replied as she kissed her daughter’s sweet lips, picked up the two plates and moved to the kitchen table.

Alessandra placed Miguel’s breakfast in front of him as he stared intently at the three bimbos on the television. She then lovingly ran her fingers through her eldest daughter’s hair as her jerky movements slammed her father cock in and out of her throat. Smiling to herself, she moved to the other side of the table with her own plate of food and pulled her chair out. Mounted on the seat was a mean looking dildo about seven and a half inches in diameter and roughly twenty four inches in length. Positioned around the entire surface of the latex monster were smooth, medium sized raised nubs. Near the base of the toy was a two inch wide ring of smaller, rougher bumps; strategically placed exactly where the muscular ring of her sphincter would be in a few short seconds. The entire length glistened with slick lubricant; as Catalina had prepared it earlier.

Smaller, already cleaned off versions of Alessandra’s toy were mounted on the two empty seats at the breakfast table; one for each of her daughters.

“Could you give me a hand, sweetheart?” she asked Kiara with a smile.

“Sure, mom,” the twenty year old answered as she moved behind her mother to loosen and remove the six hooks of the gape panties. Her mother’s ruined anus had long since lost the ability to even attempt to close and her dilapidated ass lips hung loosely open.

“Thank you, baby,” Alessandra said. Gingerly, she positioned her wide, gaping hole over the dildo’s round tip and lowered herself down. She grunted at her self-imposed impalement but didn’t stop until her ass cheeks rested firmly on the chair’s seat. The dildo was significantly larger than the diameter of stretching imposed by her gape panties, but still quite a bit smaller than her night time plug. She could feel every nub along the massive dildo’s entire length; and she could really feel the smaller nubs that were rubbing uncomfortably against her sore sphincter. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers down her stomach against the hard outline the toy made through her otherwise toned abdominal muscles. Each nub made a smaller raised bump against her tanned skin.

As Alessandra situated herself, Kiara dutifully crawled under the table in front of her mother. She spread her legs to give her daughter plenty of room. She quickly felt her youngest’s lips and tongue come into contact with her ever wet pussy. As her youngest daughter’s eager tongue began hitting all the spots she was [slowly] learning to pay attention to, Alessandra let out a sigh of contentment.

Of their two daughters, Catalina was the much better cunt licker by far; but she was also a much better cock swallower. Their mother was still far superior in both departments, but both girls were still learning. This was why Catalina administered to her father and Kiara to her mother in the mornings. Alessandra used to complain about it at first – wanting to share Catalina and her significantly more talented mouth – but Miguel had insisted that if his wife wanted an expert sucking the juices out of her cunt, she had better train her youngest daughter better. Alessandra couldn’t argue against his logic.

Reaching out with her hand, she brought the table’s built in touch screen to life, opened up her dildo’s control application, and turned it on low. Immediately, she gasped in mixed pain and pleasure as the toy buried deeply in her rectum came to life. She selected her favorite program: “Agitator”. This caused the dildo to spin in one direction two or three times, stop, and then spin in the other; all the while raising and lowering itself an inch or so. The motions were very similar to a washing machine’s agitator; hence the name. Unfortunately for her sphincter, the small, rough nubs were now concentrating all their attention on twisting, turning, pulling, and lightly scratching the tender skin of her sensitive anal opening. The pain was extraordinary; and she loved every second. She could feel her pussy gushing with juices as the pain radiating from her tortured nether hole built up.

Glancing down at her stomach again, she watched the nubs moving underneath her skin as they rotated inside her over-stretched colon. After a few seconds, Alessandra reached down with both hands to guide Kiara towards the opening of her urethra. A second later, she felt the soft suction on her hole as her daughter latched on. Piss drinking from a woman was a much harder skill to master than from a man, so Alessandra gave her daughter a few moments to make sure she had a proper seal before letting loose her piss.

A soft sigh from across the table let Miguel know that Alessandra was releasing her own pent up bladder into Kiara’s waiting mouth.

“Is she getting better yet?” inquired Miguel.

“Yes. She has piss swallowing down pat. She’s still working on the proper way to lick her mother’s cunt though. I have Catalina and Kiara practice on each other for at least an hour every afternoon; she’ll learn eventually,” responded Alessandra.

“And her deep throating?”

“That takes time, dear,” Alessandra replied. “I was twenty one before I could take my father’s dick without any effort. She’ll get there.

“And that’s an impressive dildo in Isabella ass!” she exclaimed as she paid attention to the images on the screen at last. “I don’t remember her being the well dilated before she went on vacation.”

“She just got back from a month at Rosa Culo Paraíso,” he explained.

“Ah! That explains it. I guess the show’s producers aren’t going to let her close up at all,” she pondered.

“Why would they! That would be a waste of a whole month’s worth of dilation!”

“Good point, dear,” Alessandra agreed as her piss finally tapered off. She patted Kiara on the head to signal she was done and to resume her cunnilingus. As she reached for her fork to start eating, she briefly tapped the speed increase icon a few times to turn the dildo’s rotations and thrusting up to a pleasant – or maybe ‘unpleasant’ was a better word – medium speed. The searing pain in her asshole doubled at the increased friction. Before she had second thoughts, she hit the lock icon, which prevented the speed from being adjusted downwards anymore. Alessandra was still free to increase the speed as much as she wanted though.

“Alright, back to business, girls,” Petra said, reasserting the show’s tight schedule on what was devolving into a giggling discussion on the pros and cons of various forms of anal debasement. “What’s the weather looking like, Ariana?”

“Absolutely beautiful, Perta!” Ariana replied without a moment’s hesitation. The camera zoomed in on just Ariana as the background morphed from the cozy stage set to the weather map of Spain behind her.

“We have a few scattered showers coming into central Spain later in the day from Portugal, but most of the country will be in the mid 90’s without a cloud in the sky. It’s a perfect day to hit those beaches!” she added as the weather map behind her dissolved into a live stream of a random beach somewhere in Spain. As all beaches in the country, it was fully nude.

“I can see that some beach goers are getting an early start on the day,” Ariana remarked at the smattering of bathers taking in the early morning sun. The closest couple to the camera was a pair of fully naked women in their early twenties – likely sisters by their similarity. One was laying face up while the other knelt between her spread legs; her left arm buried up her sister’s ass past the elbows while her right fist was wrist deep in her pussy. The muscles of her left bicep were flexing continuously while her right fist was twisting this was and that as it pumped in and out of her sister’s young cunt; which caused the medium sized breasts on both young women to sway and bounce provocatively. The dual outlines against the prone woman’s stomach – one up near her ribcage from the arm in her ass and the other above her pelvic bone from the fist in her cunt – showed the vigorousness of the fisting she was enduring. The camera slowly zoomed in on the sister-on-sister action. While the reclining woman’s cries and moans were not really audible from the camera’s pickup, her facial expressions made it obviously that the kneeling woman knew exactly what her sister’s tastes were.

“Oh!” Ariana remarked as she noticed the live feed in a monitor out of the corner of her eye. “And be sure to use plenty of sun screen; both internally and externally as is being demonstrated behind me,” she added un-phased at the onscreen shenanigans. The kneeling woman – noticing that she was on camera – quickly pulled her right fist out of her sister’s cunt with a barely audible slopping sound, slapped the reclining woman’s thigh, and both smiled and waved to the camera. Thick tendrils of foamy cunt juice were clearly visible on the girl’s fingers in the ultra high definition image as she yelled, “Hi, mom!” towards the camera crew. Then, the kneeling sister just as quickly fed her fist back into the other’s cunt as the background behind Ariana faded back to the studio.

“Well, that looked like fun!” remarked Petra. “It’s good to see today’s youth enjoying our beaches.”

“It certainly is,” added Ariana. “Want to hit the beach after the show is over, Petra?”

“That sounds like a lovely idea,” Petra said as she smiled warmly at her co-hostess.

“Well, it’s time for our first commercial break,” Petra continued as she needlessly rearranged the digital notes on her desk’s built in display. “When we come back, we’re going to welcome our first guest: Mrs. Miranda Zamorano, the Minister of Health, Social Services and Equality. She’ll be discussing the government’s latest decision to help improve the quality of life for all the women of Spain.

“And as a reminder, premium members can watch the continuous live behind the scenes stream during the commercial break. Spoiler alert: I am pretty sure Isabella, Ariana and I are going to have a few orgasms while we’re at break, so don’t miss it,” Petra added with a hungry look in her eyes. Her fellow hostesses quickly nodded in anticipation.

“For everyone else, we’ll see you back here in a few short minutes,” she added before the screen went black and the first commercial began to play.

“A few short minutes,” my ass! Miguel said vehemently. Alessandra nodded in agreement.

Advertising continued to be out of control in most of the Western world. The commercial break was likely to last five or six minutes. While the three PiPs continued to show the ongoing violation of nine female holes – clearly showing that the speed of the six dildos had increased dramatically – the main image switched to that of one of Miguel’s favorite Spanish actresses, as she loaned her services to a paid advertisement. He stopped his finger, which was just about ready to push the button to flip the television back over to the show’s main feed to watch the hostesses cum. Absentmindedly, he reached down to stroke Catalina’s hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. His eldest daughter looked a lot like the actress.

Soft, oriental music played in the background as a close up of the young starlet’s face filled the screen. As she began speaking, the camera angle slowly began to pull back. “Many of you – like me – are continuously active with work, friends, wives, husbands, lovers, and the general background noise of life.” She closed her eyes briefly and bit her lower lip for a few seconds. “Finding ‘me time’ just to relax is becoming harder and harder these days for dedicated, hard working women.” She paused again and moaned softly. The camera view was now wide enough to show the actresses down to her naked breasts. Her perfect pair of 32C cup orbs were covered in oil and glistened in the light. Oddly, it looked as if her arms were stretched out perpendicular to her torso.

“Ignoring your needs is unhealthy and can lead to stress related issues such as the inability to easily orgasm.” She continued before she gasped audibly and her stomach came into view. Something was clearly going on inside her body as the outline of something – or multiple somethings – was plainly visible moving underneath her perfect, oiled abdominal skin. “That’s why I make it a priority to schedule deep intestinal massages as often as I can at Great Gapes Massage and Rectal Therapy Spas,” she stated as her bald pussy and the pair of arms that were deeply buried into the hole underneath it came into view at last. The famous actress groaned in obvious pleasure as the masseuse twisted her arms – which were deeply inserted up to her biceps – around inside her charge’s expansive colon. She continued, “Great Gapes has been Spain’s largest and most trusted spa chain for the past twenty years!” before crying out in discomfort as the arms hit a tender spot.

The camera’s view stopped pulling back and allowed the audience to admire the perfectly toned actress being internally massaged for a few seconds. Like her arms, her legs stretched straight out from her body at severe right angles. With the camera pulled back this far, the thick leather bands holding her thighs, calves, biceps and forearms tightly to the table were visible.

A second masseuse came into the pickup. She dribbled more hot oil onto the actress’s puffy cunt lips before quickly inserted all four of her fingers into the slippery hole; then tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand and pressed forward. Her hand disappeared quickly up the young woman’s cunt almost too easily. “Oh god! That’s good,” the actress exclaimed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she said before arching her back and groaning as the second masseuse’s other hand buried one finger into the actress’s urethra and began working in a second, “I’m going to enjoy my ‘Three Holes for the Price of One’ special.”

The web address and phone number of the massage chain – along with a social media link to an advertised, ‘See the entire massage online!’ – appeared on the screen as the actress writhed in obvious ecstasy on the massage table. Her ass was being deeply worked by two arms, her cunt violated by a fist, as urethra enjoyed two fingers plowing deeply into her bladder. “Call and schedule your own massage today. Do it for yourself. Because you matter too,” she said finally. The last part of her statement was Great Gape’s trademarked slogan.

“Tell them I sent you and ask for the ‘Three Holes for the Price of One’ special running to the end of the month.” The massage went on for another ten seconds or so while the advertisement filled its time slot and the actress writhed under the expert manipulations of the two talented masseuses. As the advertisement ended, her soft voice could be heard asking, “Harder! Harder…!” before the screen went black again.

Manuel was quick enough to save the link to his favorites for later.

“Don’t you go there every other week?” inquired Manuel to his wife.

“Yes,” replied Alessandra breathlessly. She loved that actress as well. The sight of the young woman being so lovingly cared for on screen and the novice lapping at her cunt was getting her close to orgasm. “I’m scheduled for a ‘Three Hole’ special this Friday actually,” she managed to get out before having to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. She put down her fork and used her free hand to pull a nipple free from its bra. She loved nipple pain as her orgasms drew near.

The next advertisement was a public service announcement regarding something the government deemed important enough for Miguel to know about, but not important enough for him to actually care about. He let his finger hit the virtual button on the table and the main image flashed back to the three hostesses. All three were breathing heavily as the sets of oversized dildos ravaged their worn out holes at high speeds; obviously enjoying themselves immensely. Petra was getting into it as she twisted and pulled her already exposed nipples harshly. Ariana calmly sat there with her eyes closed, her hands on the desk and her tits jiggling; obviously going to her ‘happy place’ as her holes were roughly violated. Isabella had one hand inside her sweater as she dug her fingernails into her tit flesh, while her other hand chocked herself to enhance her impending orgasm.

Miguel repositioned his hips to get comfortable, and to open his legs up a little more so that his daughter could get the last fractions of an inch of his rock hard dick down her throat. He was just starting to get into the show as his attention was pulled away from the television by his wife’s sudden outcry of ecstasy. He glanced over at her and her half eaten breakfast. Alessandra’s head was thrown back as she let loose a steady stream as feral howls; as she normally did during any good orgasm. Both her hands were under the table, most likely guiding Kiara’s tongue and mouth back to the exact spot that had set her off in the first place. Any accomplished cunt liker would have returned to that spot instinctively. Once again, his youngest daughter’s lack of experience showed. He imagined tonight’s pre-punishment mother/daughter training session would involve a good deal of instruction on proper tongue placement during cunnilingus.

He ignored the television program for a few moments – it was on commercial break anyway – to take the time to admire his wife in mid coitus. He loved how she looked in the midst of a nice, hard orgasm. Her large 34D breasts were heaving with each breath as her body worked its way through the massive endorphin release. Miguel could easily see the outline of the dildo his wife was impaled upon as it rotated around inside her abdomen. Its nubs made paths back and forth across her tanned skin as the toy helped fuck Alessandra to orgasm.

Her thrashing had disheveled her wardrobe slightly and both of her nipples had popped free from their confinement. Although Miguel wasn’t sure if they had freed themselves during his wife’s erratic movements or if she’d hauled her sensitive nubs out intentionally to roughly play with them; as she likes to do while an orgasm was building. His silent question was quickly answered as Alessandra’s right hand came out from under the table and her strong fingers snatched up one of her bouncing nipples and began to crush and roll it painfully; which only served to send her deeper into her orgasm.

And then his lack of attention to his own dick as it slipped in and out of Catalina’s throat came back to bite him. Normally, he could hold off his own orgasm almost indefinitely before blowing his load at a time of his choosing; but he hadn’t been paying attention. Miguel had just enough time to reach under the table and interrupt his daughter’s accomplished cock chugging to position her with just the head of his dick locked inside her lips before rope after rope of hot jism erupted into mouth. He groaned in pleasure as he emptied his balls into his eldest daughter’s talented mouth for this first time in – what had to be – at least twelve hours; far too long in his learned opinion.

Being as well trained as she was – after the flood stopped – she reached up with her hand to gently milk the last remnants of cum out of his shaft as she – ever so gently – sucked on its head. Satisfied that her father was completely drained for now, Catalina allowed his dick to slip out of her mouth at last. Reverently, she laid it softly on the chair, kissed its head quickly, and started to climb out from under the table. Again, because of the massive slab of unforgiving latex still buried deeply in her rectum, she needed help getting off the floor.

As Miguel assisted his grunting daughter to her feet, he said, “Thank you, baby. That was pleasant; as always.”

Catalina smiled but said nothing; her mouth was still full; and it was impolite to talk when your mouth was full.

Glancing over at his wife – who was still cumming – Miguel added, “Why don’t you share that with your mother; and I think she could use some help with her nipples as well.”

Ever the dutiful daughter, Catalina nodded and quickly stepped around the table and behind her mother. Reaching down, she swatted her mother’s hand away from the nipple it had been crushing before grabbing both of her mother’s swaying nips between her thumb nail and index finger, and squeezed; hard! Alessandra cried out in pain and pleasure as her orgasm – which had been winding down – erupted in full fury once again. Free to direct her youngest daughter’s novice efforts with both hands once more, she allowed her eldest daughter to administer pain to her tits the way she had taught her.

Alessandra had spent hours sitting on Catalina’s face while twisting and torturing her daughter’s nipples and explaining to her offspring how to properly abuse a woman’s breasts for maximum effect. All her effort had paid off as pain exploded into her consciousness from her daughter’s strong fingers. Catalina was a quick learner in this regard, as she shared her mother’s love of nipple torture during sex.

Satisfied that her mother was diving back down into her orgasmic state, Catalina bent down to kiss her mother’s open and howling mouth. Alessandra paused for only a moment before returning her kiss in kind.

As mother and daughter kissed deeply, Miguel’s copious amount of semen – that had been trapped in his oldest daughter’s mouth – began running down into his wife’s. Soon, both of their tongues and mouths where covered with his seed as they mutually enjoyed its taste and aroma.

Miguel sat there and watched the hot scene of mother/daughter incest before him – all thoughts of the three morning show hostesses being anally violated to orgasm momentarily forgotten. As his youngest daughter continued to eat out her mother and his eldest daughter tortured her mother’s tits while the two shared his semen, his cock began to twitch to life once again. Normally, he was one and done this early in the morning, but he surmised that his quick orgasm had still left some energy in his dick; which was steadily hardening once again.

After a few minutes, Alessandra’s orgasm slowly faded once again. Catalina gently released her mother’s raw and abused nipples from her vice-like grip. Finally, their lips parted.

“Thank you, baby,” Alessandra said kindly to her daughter as she readjusted herself and her clothes; but allowed her nipples to remain free – she would likely need to access them again shortly. “And thank you, dear! I do love cum and eggs; that was delicious!” she added as she licked her creamy lips and picked up her fork to continue eating breakfast.

“You’re welcome, honey,” Miguel answered honestly.

“No problem, mom,” Catalina said too as she straightened up and headed for the kitchen door to go wash up.

Miguel stopped her as she passed with a hand on her stomach. The thick outline of her night plug was hard against the palm of his hand; a stark contrast to his daughter’s otherwise soft skin. “Why don’t you make your mother another serving, Catalina?” he asked when she looked down questioningly. A look of exasperation briefly flashed across her young face, but she said nothing as she was once again helped down to the floor; again grunting as her overly large nighttime plug rearranged her internal organs uncomfortably.

“You’re too kind to me, dear,” Alessandra commented with a smile as Miguel picked up his fork to continue eating as well. “Thank you in advance,” she added.

“My pleasure,” he replied in all seriousness as he felt his daughters lips wrap around the head of his cock again. She needed no further instruction. After slobbering her spit around the length and circumference of his dick, she picked up right where she had left off earlier with her balls deep cock chugging of her father’s sizable penis. “Really, it’s my pleasure,” he added as he enjoyed both his eggs and the sensation of his cock head deeply buried in his eldest daughter’s tight throat.

Husband and wife smiled to each other at Miguel’s little play on words before turning their attention back to the television; each silently enjoying the oral administrations from one of their daughters; and Alessandra further enjoying the dildo rotating around inside her ruined hole.

The commercial break was almost over. The dildos had returned to their normal pace, and staffers busied themselves with assisting the three hostesses in straightening clothing and reapplying makeup. Then like cockroaches in the kitchen when the light comes on, the minions scattered. A slightly dazed looking Petra immediately reassumed her role as the show’s maître d’ as if nothing amiss had happened in the last six minutes.

“Welcome back to the show, Madrid!” she said happily, quickly overcoming her post-orgasm light headedness. “I think the premium viewers got their money’s worth during that commercial break,” she said – her two co-hostesses nodded in dazed agreement. “Just as a reminder, you too can become a premium member at any time just by clicking the button at the bottom of your television and following the on screen directions.

“Alright, our first guest has been a member of the Spanish government for almost a decade. She’s been a leading defender of masochist’s issues across the country for her entire political carrier and she’s currently the Minister of Health, Social Services and Equality. Please give a warm welcome to Minister Miranda Zamorano!”

The three hostesses clapped excitedly and the faux audience applauded while a middle aged woman walked onto the set. The healthy looking woman was probably in her late fifties but thanks to the latest antigenome treatments and healthy living, looked closer to what a woman in her late thirties would have looked like a century ago. She wore a finely tailored gray suit and skirt combo. The jacket opened wide in front but only came together in her mid stomach area; a few inches higher than Alessandra or Petra’s jackets. The long skirt came down to her upper thighs, which still left a lot of leg showing and completely covered her nether regions; but not by all that much. Her ensemble in itself was fairly conservative and age appropriate for a woman in her powerful position.

What was less conservative in her appearance were her truly massive tits and lack of any blouse. While in and of itself, not all that risqué; the thick, dual rubber bands constricting the base of each enormous breast were certainly eye catchers! They had obviously been on for some time as her mammoth tits were an angry shade of red. Completing her look was her long blonde hair – which was done up in a pony tail and thrown over her left shoulder to drape down between her impressive cleavage, and ended just short of where her jacket closed.

“Holy shit!” Alessandra explained from across the table. “What cup size do you think those monsters are?”

“I think they’re off the scale!” replied Miguel. Both were quiet as they stared at the television. Although, both of them dropped their hands under the table to guide their daughter’s mouths and tongues better. What warm blooded man or woman couldn’t appreciate the sight of such mouth watering mammaries?

The Minister shook the hands of the three seated hostesses – it’s not like they could stand as they were securely strapped to their chairs – and moved to an empty seat at the end of the table. A forth PiP popped up to show the scene under the desk at her chair as she sat down. The Minister’s chair wasn’t a mechanized rape machine like the others, although a large, eight inch diameter dildo jutted up from its back a good twenty inches high. The older woman nonchalantly hiked up her skirt and quickly, and effortlessly, impaled herself onto the huge dildo. She adjusted her hips a few times to get herself positioned comfortably before folding her hands on the table and smiling at her three hostesses.

“Thank you come joining us, Minister Zamorano,” Petra said happily after her guest was situated.

“My pleasure, Petra,” the Minister replied smoothly with a warm smile that radiated confidence. Decades of politicking showed in her comfortable demure as she talked to a member of the press. “And please, call me Miranda.

“Might I add what comfortable chairs you have here at the studio!” she added as her smile increased.

“Thank you, Miranda,” Petra replied, shifting into a more personable tone. “We get told that a lot.”

“Okay, I just have to ask before we get started,” piped up Ariana, “Your breast are amazing! What cup size are?”

“Oh, these?” Miranda questioned innocently as she gestured towards her unreal bosom. “They’re an I cup; 38 I to be exact.”

“My god in heaven!” exclaimed Isabella; who could barely keep her tongue – and her drool – in her mouth. “Just… how?!” Certainly, I cup breasts were not unheard of; just not all that common; and the Minister was not sporting fun bags of that size the last time she came on the show the previous year.

“Well, that is largely what I’m here to talk about, Isabella,” replied Miranda.

“Yes it is,” said Petra trying to regain control of the conversation. Turning towards the camera’s pickup, “As I’m sure most of you watching us are aware, the government decided on Monday to approve another additive to our drinking water: Voluptuzym. While the decision is proving to be nowhere near as controversial as the decision to add Masomaxicin to Spain’s water supply, there are still many concerns out there regarding the decision. So, Minister… Excuse me. Miranda, can you tell us more about what Voluptuzym is and what it’s desired effect will be?”

“Of course, Petra,” said the massively titted blonde. Turning towards the camera to address the audience, “Voluptuzym is a new pharmaceutical by the same manufacturing consortium as Masomaxicin. I’m sure we’re all familiar with the latter and how much it has improved the quality of life for masochistic women across our great country.” She intentionally failed to mention how the drug had a tendency to turn non-masochistic women into pain-craving sluts; she was a politician after all. “Voluptuzym is similar to that drug, but instead of maximizing out masochistic potential, it maximized out… voluptuous potential.”

“Excuse me, Miranda. Our ‘voluptuous potential’?” inquired Ariana.

“Yes, Ariana,” Miranda replied looking at the younger woman directly. “In layman’s terms, it spurs breast growth an average of two to three cup sizes before the drug loses its effectiveness.

“Of course, parliament would never agree to expose the general public to the drug without exposing ourselves to it first. After all, unlike the Americans – whose political elite have their own medical and retirement programs unavailable to the general population – Spanish politicians share the same services as everyone else,” Miranda stated matter of factly.

“Oh my god, Miranda!” exclaimed Ariana. “How large were you before you started taking the drug?”

Mirnada smiled a little meekly before replying, “Well, I said that exposed women grow two to three cup sizes on average. A small percentage can grow up to five; as in my case.” She unbuttoned her jacket and pulled back the cloth to reveal her gigantic tits. She cupped one in each hand as if to weigh the darkened orbs.