les histoires de chrislebo

Pour un queutard comme Bastien, la suite était évidente ; il a commencé à baisser le string d’Hélène, elle a relevé les cuisses pour qu’il puisse le lui enlever complètement, et il a glissé ses doigts sur les lèvres du vagin d’Hélène ; elle s’est mise à gémir doucement, et Bastien a dit, presque à voix haute : « mhhh en plus tu t’es épilée la chatte … ohhh t’es toute mouillée, salope … » puis il s’est replacé sur elle pour lui rouler une pelle de nouveau, et les mains de ma femme ont fait descendre le caleçon de mon frère, j’ai senti qu’il se plaçait bien entre ses cuisses de nouveau, et il a commencé à la pénétrer, à faire entrer sa grosse bite dans la chatte de ma femme, comme si c’était tout naturel. Apparemment ça n’était pas si facile, car J’ai senti que Bastien arrêtait mister mouvement, avec une partie de sa queue seulement enfoncée dans la chatte d’Hélène, et il lui a demandé « ça va ? Je te fais pas mal ? » Et Hélène a répondu « non, c’est délicieux, mais je ne sais pas si tu pourras l’enfoncer plus, elle est tellement énorme … ». Bastien a donné quelques petits coups de reins, tout doucement, en lui chuchotant « détends toi, écartes … » et apparemment il a pu continuer à la pénétrer encore plus, sa queue rentrait mieux finalement (je me suis souvenu à ce moment d’une douche que j’avais prise avec lui, il y a longtemps, et j’avais trouvé sa bite énorme, même au repos, un vrai monstre, et se couilles aussi m’avaient semblé deux fois plus grosses que les miennes ; la nature est injuste). Là, Bastien a arrêté de nouveau mister mouvement, et il a dit à Hélène, sur un ton un peu étonné : « quand même … tu te rends compte ? » et Hélène a répondu « oui, je sais … baise moi, j’ai trop envie … »pendant qu'elle s'accrochait à ses épaules musclées. Mon sort était scellé.

Ils ont fait l’amour un long moment ; en regardant le réveil matin qui était sur la table de nuit, j’ai pu calculer que Bastien a limé ma femme pendant plus de 35 minutes, toujours en position du missionnaire. Je pense que pour mister premier coup avec elle, il voulait lui montrer qu’il est endurant. A certains moments, le plaisir d’Hélène était si intense qu’elle poussait des cris, en oubliant totalement de faire attention à moi. Dans ces moments-là, je sentais que Bastien se mettait à la pistonner encore plus vite et encore plus fort. Je sentais chacun de leurs mouvements qui faisait bouger le matelas, cela me faisait bouger aussi, j’avais l’impression d’être sur un bateau qui tangue, parfois. A plusieurs reprises, j’ai été heurté par le coude de Bastien, ou par mister pied, et je continuais à faire semblant de dormir. Après avoir ramoné la chatte de ma femme 35 minutes environ donc, et lui avoir donné deux orgasmes d’après ce que j’ai supposé des cris qu’elle a poussé, Bastien a éjaculé, très longuement et très fort, en poussant un énorme râle de plaisir. Moi j’étais dans un état second, j’avais presque physiquement l’impression de ne plus exister, d’être juste un fantôme à côté de ce couple d’amants passionnés, en tout cas d’avoir une existence moins réelle que la leur.

Bastien a retiré sa queue de la chatte d’Hélène, après quelques instants de repos, et Hélène s’est levée, tout doucement, comme si, après avoir baisé comme des fous à côté de moi, il était encore temps de prendre des précautions ! Elle est sortie du lit et est allée vers la salle de bains. Bastien l’a laissée s’éloigner, puis il a dit « alors frangin, tu vas continuer à faire semblant de dormir pendant que je m’envoi ta femme ? ». Je suis resté silencieux puis, me rendant compte que c’était ridicule, j’ai répondu, tout bas « qu’est-ce que tu veux que je fasse d’autre ? » et Bastien a dit « ben rien, t’as raimister, là y’a plus rien à faire pour toi, j’ai honte pour toi, mon pauvre ! Tu te rends compte ? Je n’arrive même pas à y croire, t’es trop naze. ». J’ai murmuré « tu ne vas pas te plaindre, en plus … » et il a répondu « non, ça c’est sûr, quand un mec est nul comme toi et que sa femme est une bombasse en chaleur, moi je suis un vrai mec, alors j’en profite, et tant pis pour ta gueule si t’es trop nul et que tu me laisse la baiser dans ton lit ! Purée j’y crois pas, quel pied … je vais la tirer sans arrêt, cette salope, elle aime trop ça, et savoir qu’en plus c’est ma belle-sœur, là rien que de le dire, ça me fous la trique à nouveau … je vais la démonter toute la nuit !! Tu vas chialer, frangin, t’as pas fini de m’entendre l’enfiler !! Si t’aimes l’entendre gémir, ouvre les oreilles, je vais lui mettre tout ce que j’ai !! ».

Sans rien répondre, je me suis levé et je suis allé me coucher sur le lit pliant, dans le coin de la chambre. Bastien a murmuré « quelle nul … j’y crois pas … » et Hélène est revenue de la salle de bains quelques secondes après, toujours totalement nue. Elle a vu immédiatement que j’avais changé de lit, elle s’est assise à côté de Bastien, en regardant dans ma direction dans la pénombre, Bastien a posé une main sur un des seins de ma femme, et il l’a attirée vers lui, elle s’est rallongée et Bastien lui a dit « on va être plus à l’aise, j’ai super envie de te faire l’amour toute la nuit ! ». Il a ajouté « tu vas voir, je vais te sauter au moins 7 ou 8 fois cette nuit » et Hélène a rit en disant « vous êtes très différents, dans la famille ! ». Bastien lui a demandé « alors tu veux te la prendre encore ? » et elle a répondu « oui, j'ai envie de te sentir en moi … viens ! ».

Merci pour ce nouveau texte, bonne continuation

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She Caught Me...


This is another story of fiction:

She found out that I'd been authoring these hot fantasy stories when I left my computer on and my "secret" files were there. She used my computer to check for something on the internet and I had left my word file open to a story. She read it and then read others – she was shocked at my stories about dressing up and sucking cocks.

That evening she said: "I read some of your stories today."

What?

"I read some of the stories you wrote today."

Where?

On your computer, when you went to the post office, you left it on there was a story about a "stocking wearing cocksucker" I think was the term you used. I read some of the other stories also, did you write all of those?

Ah, yes. I did.

They were interesting, interesting and disgusting. Do you do all those things?

NO, I don't.

Why do you write them, do you want to do all those things?

NO.

Hmmm.. really? They sure read like you want to do it.

NO.

Really? Then why write them?

Ah, they turn me on.

So you do want to do those things.

NO.

Listen to yourself, "Tina." That's what you call yourself, isn't it?

I nodded my head yes.

They have a common thread, don't they? You want someone to lead you to do it, because you don't have the nerve to do what you want to do. Isn't that right?

No, I don't think so.

Yes, I think so,

No.

You want someone to lead you because you don't have the balls to do it by yourself. If you had the balls, you'd be sucking cocks all of the time, wouldn't you?

I don't think so.

You want to get dressed up in your girlie things and get with a guy, don't you? You want someone to talk you into going down on a guy. You want to give a guy a blowjob, to be a cocksucker, don't you?

I just looked at her – I didn't know what to say.

Well, Tina – do you want to suck a cock? Oh, that's right – you like to be called a cocksucker, don't you? Well, COCKSUCKER – do you want to get a hard one between your lips, do you want to feel a hard cock in your mouth? Can I watch you suck a cock? Don't you want to get dressed up in your stockings and get on your knees to give a guy a blowjob? Don't you cocksucker?

She reached over and felt my cock through my pants. "Just as I thought, this is turning you on, isn't it? You are getting an erection just thinking about sucking a cock. You are excited, aren't you?"

"Yes."

This is turning you on, isn't it?

Yes, it is."

Do you want to be a cocksucker?

Yes, I do.

Tell me.

Yes, I want to be a cocksucker. I want to do it.

If you are going to be a cocksucker, you need to swallow the cum, don't you? Tell me.

Yes, I want to be a cocksucker. I want to eat cum, I want to taste it.

Let's get you dressed the way you like, I don't know if that hard cock is going to fit into your panties. Maybe you should get dressed and show me how you jerk off to those stories. Would you like that?

I think so.

If you get dressed up and jerk off – let's talk about the rules. You want rules, don't you?

What rules?

You get dressed up so you can think about sucking a cock and swallowing cum. If you get dressed up and jerk off, you must eat your own cum or else you can't do it anymore, understand?

Ah…

That's the rule dear, that's what you want to do, that's what you think about. So you have to do it.

Ah…

While you are getting dressed you are agreeing to eat cum – yours or someone elses, that's the deal. If you don't agree, you can't wear your stockings and your sexy lingerie. Also, if you do get dressed, you can't take it off until you eat some cum. Agreed?

I guess.

NO, not I guess. If you are a cum eating cocksucker – that's what you are going to do, eat cum. You want to do it don't you? Isn't this what you want?

Yes.

Tell me.

Yes, I want to be a cocksucker. I want to eat cum, I want to taste it – I'm a cum eating cocksucker.

When you get dressed, you are agreeing to what?

When I get dressed, I'm telling myself that I want to eat cum, mine or someone elses. That I must eat it or I can't take my stuff off and I have to stay dressed until I do it.

OK cocksucker, go get dressed. From the looks of that buldge, we may have to get you some relief as soon as you get dressed. So you might be eating some cum real soon, right?

Yes.

Do you still want to get dressed?

Yes, I do. I really do.

Will you eat some cum?

I will.

Go get dressed cocksucker.

She followed me into the bedroom where I stripped down to my panties (I always wear them) and got out my lingerie. She sat on the bed and watched as I put on my black garter belt, pulled up my black, sexy stockings and fastened them. I pulled out my black bra and slipped that on fastening the front clip and then filling the cups with extra stockings. I put on my black chemise and turned to look at her.

Where are your heels?

I got them out and stepped into my 3" spike heels – I felt sexy!

Come over here Tina.

I walked over to her and she reached out and felt my cock through my panties. I was really hard.

She reached into my panties and pulled my hard cock out. Then she moved toward my cock and let it slip between her lips, into her mouth. She looked up at me and pulled back from sucking my cock to say: "This is what you want to do, don't you?"

I moaned and shook my head yes.

Then she let it slide back into her warm mouth.

She was slurping on my cock and it felt wonderful. She was feeling my stocking covered legs with one hand and her other one was around my cock, jerking it and her mouth covering the rest. She let it slip out of her warm mouth and still jerking me off said, "You should be down here sucking this cock, shouldn't you?"

Yes.

Do you want to suck a cock.

YES.

Are you going to swallow?

YES!.

Tell me what you are going to do.

I'm going to suck a cock, I'm going to be a cocksucker and I'm going to swallow his cum.

Well slut, what are you going to do with your cum, now that you are dressed? What do you have to do?

I have to eat it, I want to eat it. I want to swallow it.

Cum for me and I'll let you eat it – would you like that?

Yes.

Then cum for me cocksucker. Cum for me and I'll feed it to you. With that, she slipped my cock back into her mouth and continued giving me a blowjob.

I was moaning and going wild as she sucked my cock. I felt like I was going to cum and she pulled back as I was starting and I exploded into her hand and on her cheek. When I stopped cumming, she put my cock back in between her lips and cleaned me up as she sucked my cock. She had her cum covered tongue out and my cock was resting on it just outside her mouth. There was cum everywhere and she looked up at me and said: "Are you ready, cocksucker?"

I just looked at the cum all over her and I said, "Yes, I am. I have to and I want to." I wanted to look just like her, I wanted cum all over my face and tongue.

She slowly got up and moved toward my mouth, we kissed and I could feel her tongue in my mouth, the tongue I had just been feeling with my cock. She was sharing my cum with me and then she put her hand to my face and poured and pushed her hand full of cum into my waiting mouth. I had to eat it and I wanted to eat it. I was a cum licking, cum eating cocksucker! I ate it all and as we kissed she was also tasting my cum and sharing it.

She looked at me and said: "That was just a warm up. You are going to have lots more of that."

Good.

Let's get ready to go out.

Where?

Let's find a movie house, where you can get some cock. Is the one on 5th street any good? It looks pretty raunchy and it's open late. Do you want to go there for some cocksucking?

OK, I guess.

No, not "OK, I guess." How about, "That sounds like a good place where I can suck a cock, where a cocksucker will have plenty to do. Where a cocksucker can swallow some cum."

OK, I'd like to go there and suck a cock and swallow some cum, I'm a cocksucker. I want to be a cocksucker. Can I get one in my mouth?

That's better. Now let's get going. I want you to go out to the car wearing what you have on now, I'll bring you some slacks and a tight shirt, but I want you to walk to the driveway like this.

I looked down and thought this could be exciting, it's dark out and it's a short distance to the car in the driveway. I loved the way I looked, dressed like this and I was going to go find some cock. I was going to do what she had just done for me. I thought about calling her a cocksucker, but that's what girls are supposed to do, isn't it?

She grabbed some clothing for me and we headed for the door. She opened the door and said, go stand by the car dear. Let me get the camera. I opened the door, it was a dark night with a little bit of moonlight, I felt sexy as I walked down the stairs and could hear my heels clicking. About half way to the car, she turned the porch lights on and you could plainly see me. I walked fast to the car and it was locked! If anyone looked our way, you could clearly see me dressed in my lingerie.

"Why did you turn on the light?" I whispered.

So we could see you dear. I think you look cute, a cute cocksucker. All dressed up and ready to blow.

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Serving My Ex-Wife




I got the shock of my life when I woke up one morning. I found out that my wife had walked out on me. A short note lay on the kitchen table telling me that she would not be coming back. And I had no idea that she had been unhappy with our marriage. I was devastated I thought we had the perfect marriage I started hanging out in bars and honky tonks. Then one night I ran in to my ex-wife she was dressed like a slut and acted like a whore, she came over to me and started talking about how she had changed into a sex pervert and that she liked to fuck men and women.

This made my cock very hard thinking about her sweet pussy being fucked and sucked by different men and women, it had been 6 months since I had my cock buried in her cunt. We had a few takes and she told me she was living with another man and his wife, she wanted to know if I wanted to go home with her and have sex. I was very excited about this and told her sure I would like to suck and fuck her.

We left the bar and went to where she was staying, went up to her bedroom and started making out, she had all my clothes off and was playing with my cock and balls. She said remember when you wanted me to tie you up and have sex with you? I said "yes" she said; would you like to try that tonight? I said sure as my cock was jerking around from all the nasty talk she was talking. She got out a couple sets of handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed then she blind folded me and left the room, in about 5 minutes I heard her return she gave me a big French kiss and ask me if I was ready for some sex?

My head was spinning from all the ***** I had drank earlier and then I felt her mouth on my cock and balls she was licking and sucking like a mad women. It felt very good and different from how she use to suck me. I just thought that some other man or women had taught her a new way of sucking cock. Then I felt her pull my cock out of her mouth and felt her hand grasp my pre-cum drooling cock, she started to jack me off. It was electrifying, the way she rubbed my pre-cum all over my cock head making it jump and throb.

Then she pulled my blindfold off and I realized It WASN'T my ex-wife who was working over my prick, It was some man I started struggling but I couldn't get away my ex-wife smacked me hard on the ass and pulled off her nasty panties and shoved them in my mouth, she then told me to quit trying to get up and to lay back and enjoy the blow job I was getting she told me the man's name was Bill and that he was bi-sexual and he loved to suck cock. He was a very good cocksucker and in just a matter of time I would be cumming in Bill's mouth, I looked over at my ex-wife and she had a camera out taking pictures of Bill sucking my cock.

Bill used both hands to play with my large, smooth sperms sacks and I could feel the cum rising out of my balls. I hadn't had any sex in about 3 weeks and the cum started shooting out of my cock in long thick ropes, Bill sucked harder and harder and not one drop of cum escaped from his mouth. When he was done he looked over at my ex-wife and said that I had very sweet cum and a lot of it, she laid the camera down and Told Bill to fuck her pussy, Bill got up and I saw his massive cock it must have been 11 inches long and as big around as a beer can, it was twice the size of my cock.

My ex-wife grabbed his cock and pulled it back showing me how big it was she said; this is a real man size cock not a little dick like yours. And then she stated that this is the reamister I left you, your cock couldn't make me happy any more, I need big huge cocks that make my pussy sore when they fuck me. Then she bent over and he stuck that big cock all the way up to his balls she let out a scream like I have never heard her before, she was rocking back and forth fucking his cock with power.

I could see a little tear in her eyes from the vulgar fucking she was receiving, and all of a sudden he started cumming and filled her cunt to the brim with hot sperm. She kept fucking his cock wanting all the cum deep in her cunt. When she was done she stood up and said; I want to show you some sperms up close as she sat down on my face. I didn't know what to do I was tied up and she smeared her cunt juice and his cum all over my face. I stuck my tongue out and the male sperm tasted pretty good so I started licking up the mess of cum and pussy juice.

She told me I was being punished for all the years I cheated her out of being fucked by a real man' cock. She said; when she is done with me I will love eating cream pies and like getting cum straight from the tap. Bill then walked up and my ex-wife told me to take my tongue and clean his cock, lick all of the cum off of his balls to. I had never sucked a cock and I was trying to keep him from sticking his cock in my mouth. My ex-wife grabbed my swollen balls and gave them a hard squeeze and I let out a loud moan and Bill stuck his cock right down my throat.

Once my mouth was able to accommodate his large cock I was beginning to like the taste and feel of his hard cock he was fucking my mouth and I was having a hard time keeping my teeth from scrapping his cock all of a sudden he said; I'm shoot in' man! AHHH!" His cum gushed down my hungry throat. His head was tilted back on the bed and his eyes clamped shut. Load after load shot down into my belly. His quivering cock let out a big supply of cum as the rest of his body shook. After the cum stopped flowing he laid there breathlessly as my ex-wife was taking pictures again of me sucking Bill's cock and the sperm that was coated on my face.

She put the camera down and wiped the cum off of my face and fed it to me she called me her little cum whore and said by the looks of my hard cock I must like sucking a man's cock? She then called Bill's wife into the room and introduced us, her name was Amy. When Amy saw my hard cock she bent down and started sucking and licking the head of it. She would suck hard then softly back and forth. She would roll her eyes back in her head and savor the taste before swallowing it. She wasn't happy just sucking cock; she "needed" the load. She ran her hand back to my ass and stuck the tip of one finger in my asshole, cum released from my balls and filled her mouth with clear thin sperm.

Then she drew me down to her for a hot, spermy kiss and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth, sharing whatever cum was left in her mouth. When she was done she stood up and walked over to where my face was she lifted her skirt and a big fat cock popped out. I said OH MY GOD Amy is a she-male. I've read stories about she-males with big tits, cocks, balls that can cum all night long but I have never experienced one till now. And it was great until Amy told me to roll over and lift my ass up. She put pillows under my ass to prop it up. My ex-wife came over and was sucking Amy's she-male cock my ex-wife increased the pressure of her sucking and seconds later Amy blew off a heavy load of warm ball juice into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of it. I was surprised Amy's she-male cock was still rock hard and she started to rub her cock head around the rim of my anus, just to tease me a little then he-she stopped, and positioned me on my hands and knees and just dove right between my shaved ass cheeks.

He-she just went to town on my asshole, licking and chewing and moaning. Hell, she even slapped my ass a few times. Amy was lubing my ass up with her saliva. When I was good and wet she started burying her large cock in my virgin asshole it wouldn't go all the way in then but it will now. That little episode changed my life forever; I very much enjoy getting fucked with my feet on someone's shoulders as it allows for deepest penetration. I like to grip the cock as it slides in and out and I like the throbbing of the cock as it ejaculates deep inside my ass-pussy.

Now I realized now how much I love the feeling of making my ass available for big groups of she-males and that it seemed to be fairly easy to find groups of well-hung, good-looking she-males who want to fuck me. My ex-wife has become my pimp and her basement has become my dungeon she puts me in a sex sling and I suck any cocks or assholes that is presented to me.

We'd go for hours, sometimes more. Guys would drop by, fuck me, and then leave. I always have plenty of hot cum leaking out of me at both ends. Sometimes my ex-wife will wear a strap-on, inserting it into my ass and fucking me as hard as a man. She will fuck me on and on her dildo doesn't get soft. I am a cum-slut whore that likes to serve my ex-wife she says my cock is to small for her pussy now so she only allows me to fuck her asshole every once in a while. What my ex-wife doesn't know is I have been fucking Amy's ass-pussy every time she leaves for work. Hell Amy's ass-pussy is a lot tighter than my ex-wife's cunt.

Well a year has gone by now and my ex-wife has me trained very well. We haven't had sex in over 6 months, except every morning I eat her hairy cunt. She told me she keep's it hairy now because it tends to hold the smells of her previous night's fucks as well as the cum a lot better then when she kept it shaved. As usual, today was no exception. It took me an hour to lick her completely clean but her bush was still a mess and the hair on her head had a lot of cum dried in it to her pussy was so used from the night before that I couldn't even get her to cum, it was as if her clit was numb.

The taste of hot, creamy jism and the feeling of it running down my throat as I suck her nasty cunt always makes my cock wet with pre-cum. Sometimes she comes home early in the morning and she is still horny, she wakes me up to eat her pussy until she cums otherwise I relax until she wakes me at 6 am so I can eat her pussy. That's my job, that's the reamister I live for... to clean up other men's cum.

My ex-wife loves cock and she enjoys it in all 3 holes she has to have sex everyday. Sometimes she will bring a friend home with her to fuck and suck and I will be there cum slave. I especially enjoy the morning after she has been out with her friend Dave because her pussy is usually very tender from Dave's big cock. I like it because her pussy is even bigger then usual when I eat it. She has large lips and a very big clit and it gets especially swollen after fucking Dave.

I also like the fact that Dave's cum is so thick and creamy and its usual spread out all over her crotch from her masturbating for Dave. One time she let me suck Dave's cock, She knows how much I love to suck cock and how I especially like to sip down that slippery, wet pre-cum and then finish by gulping down gobs of hot, sticky cum straight from the cock. I haven't had any pussy to fuck in 3 weeks my ex-wife likes to watch me jack my cock off every morning after I service her. She says that her pussy is too big for my little cock.

She brings me home a she-male every once in a while she likes to watch us get in the 69 position and suck each other's cock. She will let me fuck a she-males asshole but I have to lick it clean when I am done. One of the she-males likes to have her balls covered in red lipstick, so I cover my lips with red lipstick and I love doing it to her, I kneel before her and lick and suck her balls until she cannot take it anymore."

While I am sucking her balls I am finger fucking her ass-pussy when I see cum starting to form on the end of her prick I stop and suck it up. I have gotten so good at sucking she-male cock I can drain there balls of all their cum taking a little pre-cum at a time and stopping I just keep doing this and I have all their cum one pre-cum at a time.

I love it when my ex-wife puts me into the sling in the basement it is so comfortable to be hanging from the roof with a cock in your mouth and another up your ass. Sometimes we have gang- bangs down there and she will get in the sling, they are a rubber mat that lies on the floor under the sling. That's my job to keep all of the cum off of the mat. After she has 6 or 7 loads of cum in her ass or pussy it will leak down and drop on the mat. Sometimes I lick the guy's asshole while he is fucking my ex-wife that always produces more cum. Sometimes the cock in her mouth will slip out when the man is cumming and I get to lick all that juicy cum up. There's one thing about all this, there is no small cocks over, all of the men that come around here are 10 inches or larger.

She fucks one guy his cock is only 7 inched long but it is as big around as a beer can. He tried to fuck my ass one time, I couldn't handle his big cock he got the head of it in my ass and my ass started reding. My ex-wife called me a rookie and shoved that big cock right down her anal opening then she told me to lick her cunt while she let's this guy fuck her asshole. She went the next day and got a blow-up buttplug to loosen my ass up a bit before he tries to fuck me again.

It is amazing I get along with my ex-wife a lot better now then when we were married. It is hard to believe that my ex-wife has changed this much since the divorce. She just stopped taking her birth control pills and told me that she was going to be using me for her birth control method that I had better make sure I was sucking up all of the cum in her pussy. She didn't want to get pregnant and her birth control pills made her feel bad. Right after that she went out and when she returned she woke me up and it looked like someone had coated her entire pussy and thighs with baby oil.

My fingers glided threw her hairy bush and cunt lips and when I dipped them into her hole it was just saturated with cum. I smeared the gooey mess across her clit and within seconds she was coming hard. "Oh fuck, yes, don't stop, when she was finished coming, she took my hand and licked each finger clean, she looked me straight in the eyes as she greedily licked each one. Then I went down there and sucked up the rest of the cum I always can't wait for her to return home with a cunt full of fresh spunk.

I ask her why they was so much cum tonight and she said; that she told him it really turned me on that I was fucking a cock and couldn't wait for me to bring a sloppy pussy full of cum home. This made him really excited again and his prick cum extra hard many times. The next night she went out with one of her she-male friends and brought her home with her.

She introduced me to the she-male her name was Brenda my ex-wife told me to do whatever Brenda wanted. The next thing I knew she led me in to the urinal and made me hold her cock while she took a piss. It was a lovely she-male cock it was very big and hard and I was looking foreword to sucking it. Brenda then led me into the bedroom and pulled out two John Holmes dildo's she said; you lick the dildo with your tongue and caress it with your mouth.

Then go to the bed, lie on your back and lift your knees and legs slowly insert the dildo into your asshole, feel the fake cock push in deeply, slowly, bit by bit. Then I want you to start moving it in and out, in and out. In the mean time I'm going to be lying back fucking my asshole with the other dildo and jacking off. When my big she-male cock is ready to cum I want you to get up and wrap your lips around it and suck my cum juice down your throat. I did and Brenda shot a huge load of she-male cream down my throat I just love to suck she-males. The next day we went to an Adult bookstore and rented one of the booths my ex-wife was treating me real good today and I couldn't figure out what was going on. She had me suck her cunt while she watched a film with two big black guys fucking a white women she cum twice real quick.

Then she got up and changed the movie to a black guy fucking another man in the ass she gripped my cock and started jacking on it. Then she lowered her mouth and started sucking on my balls and cock it felt real good and she hadn't sucked my cock in a long time. She pushed my ass up against the wall and I felt something poking against my ass. I looked down and there was a hole in the wall and it was lined up with my asshole.

I didn't think anything about it I was getting my cock sucked real good. Then all of a sudden, I yelled Oh god, someone's fucking me. There's a huge cock up my asshole." She was doing her best to push me back against the cock; my ass was meeting its every thrust. She stopped sucking my cock and said; do you like it? I said; yes, oh yes, it's so fucking big. My ex-wife grabbed my cock and sucked it deep into her throat again. Just as I was cumming the cock in my ass was cumming too my ex-wife sucked every drop of cum out of my cock and when it slipped out of her mouth she pulled my ass away from the wall.

I turned around and there was a big black cock sticking in the hole with white cum stuck all over it. She told me to suck his black cock clean and when I bent over to suck his cock she started eating the black man's cum out of my asshole. I could feel her sticking her tongue deep in my ass wrapping her lips around my puckered asshole and sucking cum put of my hole. When I was done cleaning his cock she gave me a big wet kiss and feed me his cum back into my mouth.

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Rachael's Humiliation


I never would have believed you if you had told me that I would watch my sister physically dominated and sexually humiliated twice in the same weekend.

My sister Rachael and I were born only two hours apart. Despite our imperceptible age difference, she always treated me like that gap was ten years instead of two hours. I guess she had an overdeveloped sense of obligation to raise me since, as a girl, she was always a step ahead in maturity. That was the only complaint that I had about Rachael and other than that we were very close.

Our man had left us soon after I was born and our lady had a weakness for holy water that kept her away from home most of the time. In the absence of any real parents, Rachael had raised me.

We were both eighteen years old and had just finished high school. Rachael would soon be off to a good college on a full scholarship, which she had to earn because there was no other way our family could afford an education. Through hard work and perseverance Rachael had managed to overcome the odds and give herself an opportunity to make something out of her life, and in a small Midwestern town that is as close to a hero as you can get. She seemed to have everything going for her and the whole of our small town loved her.

She was good looking in a plain sort of way, with her soft white skin and smooth brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders, innocent brown eyes, and a perfect nose. Standing next to the popular girls in our school you might dismiss her as ordinary but you could never deny that the potential was there. At the ten-year class reunion she would be the raging hottie with the great career that all of the other girls were jealous of because they knew their husbands were secretly lusting after her.

She wasn't too tall or too short and had a nice natural look without any real need to wear make-up or jewelry. She had a nice voluptuous body even though you would never know it to look at her because she was usually modestly dressed in somewhat loose clothing.

If you looked hard, and most of my guy friends would, you could tell that underneath the clothes was a nice rack. This was a secret that she desperately tried to hide, especially after, unnoticed by herself, they had appeared when she returned to school following our summer break. After she dressed for gym, the tee shirt that had fit fine last year was now snug in the chest. This snugness gained her a lot of unwanted attention from some of the guys who had themselves undergone a change over the summer, but it was the jealousy from the other girls that really hurt.

The fury from the girls was in part because of the unwanted attention that she drew from the boys, but mostly it was because she was a reminder. To the ones that had blossomed, she was a reminder that their blossoming hadn't gone as well for them as it had for her and that they would be left with a nagging sense of insecurity that they would follow them for a lifetime. For the girls that hadn't blossomed yet, she was a reminder of just that very fact and all the emotional insecurity that accompanies the uncertainty of knowing if they ever will develop. That was all in the past now but no one would ever know that for whatever pain they had felt from their insecurities, Rachael had suffered the same pain, many times over.

Regardless, Rachael's breasts were natural and bouncy and although she was proud of them this experience had made her more than a little self-conscious, so she took measures to confine them under her clothing.

There isn't much to do in our small town especially on the weekends; so most people go out to the bowling alley and just kind of hang out before all the late night parties begin. That's where the first of two of my sister's offenses took place.

La Tonya Washington was a domineering black girl who had recently come to our school from Chicago, where it had been rumored that she had been expelled for fighting. There seemed to be more and more colored kids attending school but they mostly stuck to their own kind and rarely interacted with the white kids.

The degradation of my sister was really my fault. That Friday I accidentally spilled some of my soda on La Tonya's nice new jacket and she cursed and yelled at me, drawing everyone's attention. My overprotective big sister wasn't in the immediate area so when word got back to her the story had been blown up to "the new black girl was messing with her kid brother".

My older sister's nurturing instinct went into overdrive and she over-reacted, rushing to my defense, screaming at the younger sophomore of the same age and calling her names that can never be repeated. Once the words were in the air there was no taking them back and the two verbally traded curses and racial jabs back and forth. I had never heard my sister talk like that before and the verbal argument escalated. Then followed the sexual offense of Rachael.

I know that my sister has enough psychological baggage in her life to be able to talk tough, but I've never known her to be in any real fights before.

The two opponents agreed to meet in the parking lot outside. Once outside they squared off, standing face to face. As with any Friday night fight a crowd started to gather, mostly blacks on one side and whites on the other.

La Tonya swung her open palmed hand at Rachael's face and squarely connected the meaty portion of her hand to the fragile jaw line of my sister's face. La Tonya had landed what would be the first and only blow that she would need in this vulgar fight. It was a solid hit that snapped my sister's head quickly to the side, spinning her body a full one-quarter of the way around. It wasn't intended to be a knock out blow and served only to soften Rachael up but judging from my sister's reaction it more than accomplished that mission.

The strike had left Rachael dazed and completely unaware of her surroundings. Her mind was overwhelmed with trying to process all the incoming information from her senses. The pain of the strike, the noise of the crowd, and what she was doing in this circle of cheering people was too much for her brain, leaving her in a state of confusion. There was nothing that I could do but watch as La Tonya launched a devastating attack that would physically break down my sister.

Sensing that her victim was stunned and could not react, La Tonya pounced. Reaching up she grabbed two fists full of my sisters brown hair from the back of her head. Rachael's eyes grew big with fear, she knew that another hit was coming but could do nothing to prevent it.

Capitalizing on the temporary control she had over my sister, La Tonya began to swing her helpless white victim around in a large circle, building momentum in a clockwise direction, spinning Rachael out of control. La Tonya, treating my sister like a rag doll, swung her around by the hair. Once momentum was built up, La Tonya powerd my sister's head down, knocking her slightly off balance and at the same time quickly reversing the direction of her swinging hands.

It was a small, quick movement on the part of La Tonya and the devastating results came at the other end that was my sister. It reminded me of a whip where a small, quick flip of the wrist could result in a large powerful power at the tip. My sister was the tip of this human whip.

Rachael's feet left the ground as she flipped completely over in midair and landed flat on her back with a loud thud sound. It was such a vicious blow that you could hear the air rush to escape my sister's lungs.

Everyone's body responds differently to pain but my sister's body's response was to just shut down.

The blacks cheered, and the whites in the crowd groaned as they witnessed their white queen all laid out with her black tormentor still clutching Rachael's brown hair.

One look at my sister's face and I could tell that she was physically beaten. The white crowd wasn't too upset though because they sensed that La Tonya wasn't finished yet and the real show was about to begin.

Rachael's body did not hold up well against the beating down. She was now barely conscious. When she did manage to move, it was under the power of La Tonya wrenching on her hair, compelling my sister's body to comply. It reminded me of watching our takesen lady after one of her three-day takeing binges powerlessly dragged upstairs and put to bed by two rough looking men who would emerge hours later from her room.

La Tonya had made quick work of my sister and I thought that the fight was finished. I had watched my big sister get softened up, physically broken and tamed, but La Tonya had more in store as she began to position her *******.

La Tonya reached down with both of her hands, getting an even more secure hold on the back of my sister's hair than she had before. From that position she was better able to control the movements of my sister's body the same way a puppeteer has control over his puppet. She was also using it inflict pain on Rachael whenever Rachael's white body failed to obey one of her commands.

La Tonya heaved up on the hair, hoisting Rachael's torso slowly off the ground. Rachael shrieked in pain as both hands shot up reflexively grasping onto La Tonya's hands to relieve the pressure on her scalp, in a futile attempt to make the pain stop.

Rachael was able to pull her knees up underneath her to support the weight of her own body when La Tonya pulled backwards on her hair powering my sister onto her ass in an upright sitting position.

Barely responsive, Rachael instinctively put both hands on the ground behind her to help prop herself up. My sister's body couldn't accomplish the simple task that her mind was telling it to do. Her body had been so wracked that her arms simply couldn't support the weight of her upper body, making her totally dependent on La Tonya's punishing hold for support.

After La Tonya had positioned my sister the way she wanted her to be, she plopped down on the ground behind her, careful not to release her hold. Her grasp now served more to inflict pain and was less about positioning as La Tonya was in the dominant position and had complete command over Rachael. La Tonya next wrapped her strong, black legs around Rachael's upper arms, cinching them securely behind her victim's back.

While maneuvering into place, La Tonya would release some of the tension on the hold that supported my sister's head while maintaining a tight grip. This would cause my sister's head to nod and her chin to droop down to her chest as if she had been knocked out. Her once beautiful brown hair that was so shiny and lustrous was now a tangled mess that hung down over her face, hiding it from view. When I could make eye contact, I noticed that her eyes were still open but the fire that was in them when this fight began was now gone. That is when I realized that La Tonya had not only dominated my sister physically but more importantly had broken her will to resist.

But Rachael didn't like being a puppet, and futilely struggled to regain use of her own limbs. Every time she would resist, La Tonya would clamp down harder with her legs and yank my sister's brown hair, powering my sister back where La Tonya wanted her to be.

La Tonya released the grip that she had on my sister's hair, freeing up her hands for other things.

If my sister were going to fight back, now would have been the perfect time to do so. Although she was battered and bruised, with her arms still cinched behind her back, if she resisted she might have been able to twist out of it. La Tonya, having released physical control over my sister, had given Rachael a small window of opportunity for escape and revenge. Just moments before, Rachael had shown that she had recovered enough physically to resist against her black tormentor.

My sister would not capitalize on this opportunity, and La Tonya knew what she was doing. She had pushed Rachael past her breaking point. It was no longer about the physical struggle but about the will to resist. Rachael, having her had will crushed, had mentally conceded defeat and was a laying herself at the mercy of La Tonya and mercy did not appear to be one of La Tonya's strong points.

The crowd understood what was going on and they loved it. They watched with lustful anticipation of seeing the prom queen go down, hoping to see her thoroughly defeated, whipped and beaten.

From her position in the rear La Tonya reached over my sister's shoulder and grabbed a handful of shirt just below the navel and pulled the material up, stopping just below Rachael's bra.

What little support there was for Rachael disappeared as the whole crowd turned against my sister once they got a good view of her now exposed white stomach. The crowd was in a frenzy and chants of "Finish her, finish her!" could be now be heard from everyone, regardless of their color.

La Tonya continued to pull the material up over her wounded prey's shoulder, exposing my sister's lacy black bra to the crowd. The howls were now at a fever pitch.

As a final act of offense, La Tonya reached over with her other free hand and unfastened the center clasp of the bra. The two cups from the bra fell away to either side, unleashing my sister's milky, white breasts for all to see. The crowd, especially the girls, erupted in deafening cheers at the revenge that they had waited years to see.

Rachael's breasts, unleashed from the confines of the bra, were allowed to swell up and expand to their true size. They were magnificent, white, round orbs that were a little pink in some places caused by my sister's efforts to keep them under wraps by wearing tight bras. With her breasts enlarged, the material could no longer easily fit down back over them, holding the material securely in place above my sister's tits and freeing up La Tonya's hands to resume their hold on Rachael's hair.

Just out of spite, every time Rachael's defeated body moved to reposition itself, La Tonya jerked back viciously, snapping Rachael's head back and causing her to wince and whimper in pain. It also kept my sister's head up and powerd her to face the crowd and see them enjoying her degradation. La Tonya would repeatedly do this just so that the crowd could watch my sister's tits bounce and jiggle around, ensuring that everyone got a good view.

As quickly as it had started, it was all over. Everyone had gotten a good view of my sister's goodies and La Tonya was done making her bitch squirm in pain.

La Tonya got to her feet, letting my sister's humiliated white body fall to the ground, making her tits jiggle for the crowd one last time. La Tonya left without looking back as she went inside the bowling alley to celebrate her conquest over her newly crowned white bitch. Most of the crowd stayed with Rachael to revel in her offense and see if she could emotionally recover enough to make a go at a second round. It took my sister five minutes to recover enough to be able to cover herself back up and stumble to her feet, but one thing was for sure: she didn't want anymore of what La Tonya Washington was dishing out.

The night following my sister's offense, we decided that it would be best if we lay low at home. It would allow time for things to cool off and give her time to heal her wounds. Rachael's body was still sore from last night's thorough beating.

When she did venture out from room, she stumred downstairs with her head hung low as she hunched over, clutching her sore back. It was evident that she was not only physically hurting from last night's activities but also spiritually crushed.

She was wearing a pair of tight gray sweatpants bottoms with "Tuskegee University" printed across the ass. I knew that she had been accepted by many of the top universities, but I had never heard her mention this particular one before. What I found even more disturbing was that she had on a tight white tank top without a bra, her breasts clearly stretching the limits of the fabric. All of Rachael's modesty was now gone; she no longer felt the need to hide her breasts after the whole town had witnessed her public exposure and offense.

To someone who didn't know my sister, she looked the same today as she did yesterday, worse for wear. From what I saw, however, I could tell that Rachael had her innocence shattered. More noticeably, she looked sluttier.

I didn't expect our lady to come home tonight. As usual, she had spent the night in the company of others and today, she would be nursing the inevitable hangover that followed yet another night of binge takeing.

There was a knock at our door and I went to answer it. There on our porch stood La Tonya Washington, her older brother Jubree, and another black guy whom I recognized as her cousin.

I was scared and didn't know what else to do except hold the door open like some sort of doorman. I didn't have enough courage to stop them, and as soon as they entered the house, they owned it. They casually made their way into our living room.

"Where's your sister?" was all La Tonya said.

"Upstairs in her room." I replied meekly. My sister must have heard what was going on because she was now out of her room and coming downstairs again to meet her betters.

"Thomas, go outside and give us some time alone," she said, as she amred from the living room to the kitchen to get herself more of the pain medication that made her feel good.

She sounded neither frightened nor scared but resigned, almost as if she had been expecting our visitors to come and was prepared to accept whatever they had in store for her.

As my sister disappeared into the kitchen, I started for the door when the cousin grabbed me by the arm.

"You're not going outside, you're going upstairs and hiding in your sister's bedroom," he said in a nasty tone. "Real quiet-like."

I don't know why but I complied. I guess I was hoping that, by following orders, I would avoid any more trouble. I made my way quickly upstairs and hid in Rachael's closet. From there, I was able to see out to my sister's bedroom and, at the same time, hear what was going on downstairs.

It was an abrupt conversation. La Tonya informed Rachael that after last night, she was going to be her little bitch from here on. My sister quickly acquiesced, remembering the painful lesmister she had learned last night. Then I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

The door opened and I watched as my sister strolled into the room, leading Jubree and the other guy by the hand.

I was shocked to see that she was completely naked from head to toe.

The breasts that I had seen my sister feebly defend from public exposure only last night were now unashamedly exposed for the viewing pleasure of the whole group. Her creamy pubic area had been recently shaven bare, as if she had expected that they would come for her. The psychological hold that La Tonya had over Rachael was absolutely complete; Rachael was her bitch.

My sister turned her back to the closet and faced her three ebony masters. This was the first time that I got a good look at her naked backside. I had never noticed it before, but Rachael's ass was almost as impressive as her breasts. It was a nice white color, contrasting starkly her dark brown masters' that encircled her. It was the type of ass that could only be found on the body of a white teenage girl and needed exploiting before age inevitably took its toll.

Rachael still had no idea that I was in the closet and didn't know that I was going to witness her second offense in as many days.

All three took turns slapping her on the rear, just enough to turn a portion of it pink. Rachael had a playful smile on her face and appeared to be enjoying the attention.

Jubree proudly displayed his meat to my sister. It was the largest dick that I had ever laid eyes on. It was about seven inches in length and with each passing moment, it was getting bigger and thicker.

My sister was too stunned by the enormity of the black cock and clearly didn't know what to do; she would have to be shown how to please a man orally. That's when La Tonya took over the situation. Putting both hands on the back of Rachael's shoulders, she powerd her smoothly to the ground so that she was kneeling before her master. My sister complied as La Tonya pushed her head forward, resulting in a submissive position ripe for a good throat fucking. With her other hand, La Tonya grabbed her brother's half-flaccid member behind the balls, working it slightly with her fingers to help stiffen the erection.

My sister made an oval shape with her mouth and brought her hands up to rest on Jubree's muscular thighs for balance, letting La Tonya power her mouth onto the ever-growing cock that was in front of her. The tempo, rhythm, and depth were all of La Tonya's choosing as she powerd Rachael's head back and forth while she struggled to maintain the oval shape of her mouth.

After several loving strokes of my sister's velvety warm mouth, Jubree's cock was completely stiff. It was hard for me to judge exactly how big his dick really was because my sister's gobbling it down obstructed my view. La Tonya grabbed a fistful of Rachael's hair for better control of her head. This allowed her to pick up the speed at which my sister's mouth was getting fucked. The room was soon filled with slurping, sucking sounds coming from my sister's orifice.

Rachael performed without complaint or resistance, and I could no longer tell if she was doing what she was doing out of presentation or pleasure. She was the only one who didn't know that I was there. Occasionally, La Tonya or her cousin would shoot a look my way and smile as I looked on at the degradation of my sister.

Jubree's cock must have been a whole ten inches long by now and La Tonya had set a good pace working my sister's head back and forth, increasing the rhythm and volume of the slurping sounds. Occasionally, La Tonya would give my sister a brief break from the face fucking and pull Jubree's thick cock out of her mouth. I could hear her gasp for air as she tried to catch her breath. La Tonya would use this opportunity to spank her face and open mouth with the slick member, creating smacking sounds as she beat her face with the offending wet cock.

Between Jubree gyrating his hips and his sister pushing Rachael's mouth back and forth onto the cock, Rachael's mouth began to tire. La Tonya sensed her white bitch's fatigue and took up a kneeling position behind her victim, pressing the front of her body into her back to support her. Jubree thrust in and out of the virgin's oval mouth rhythmically, grunting with each push.

My sister looked spent. She was perspiring, which made her mascara begin to run. It really made her look like a whore, but I guess the large piece of black meat in her mouth made her look like a whore too.

La Tonya knelt up, repositioning Rachael's head between her breasts, and placed her hands on either side of Rachael's jaws, maximizing her ability to direct Jubree's meat into my sister's man pleaser. The slurping sounds emanating from her mouth were now gurgling and gagging ones.

La Tonya and her brother continued working as a team, face-fucking my sister until La Tonya sensed that Jubree was ready to spew his load. She pulled my sister's head off his cock, allowing just enough distance to catch the sticky deposit.

My sister, even though she had never given a blow job before, instinctively knew to keep her mouth open and her head tilted back slightly below Jubree's cumhole as she waited for her hard earned prize. She didn't have to wait long because, almost immediately, five or six squirts of the black man's juice shot directly into my sister's waiting mouth. Jubree let out a deep groan with each spew that landed home.

La Tonya was quickly on her feet, towering over my kneeling sister, looking down into her mouth to ensure that all of Jubree's spunk had gone into the white girl's mouth. My sister held her pose kneeling, head tilted back, mouth wide open -until La Tonya had ensured that none of Jubree's seed had escaped. Rachael was made to swallow every ounce of the jizz, ending with a smacking sound of her mouth.

My sister's introductory lesmister on giving head was now complete, and having developed a taste for black cum, Rachael was ready for the next guy.

The cousin, having just watched Jubree break in Rachael's mouth, was raring to go with his turn in violating her mouth. He eagerly took up his position at the head of the train and stuck his cock right into her chops. This guy was a machine, and it became evident to me that he had to be second because there wouldn't be much left of her after he was done. His black cock wasn't quite as big as Jubree's and had a slight bend upwards, but for what he lacked in size, he more than made up for in fervor. He didn't bother with any of the formalities of letting Rachael adjust to the new dick in her mouth; the first stroke of his dark piston was deeper and quicker than any of Jubree's, even after he had built up a head of steam.

La Tonya backed away, preferring to watch this one. She saw that her work in creating a white whore was complete, first as tormentor and humiliator, then as instructor and enpowerr. She could now sit back and enjoy her whore eagerly begin her advanced lesmisters.

My sister, still on her knees, was snatched up by her hair in much the same way La Tonya had done when she first dominated her, and pulled her forward onto all fours like a dog.

The slurping, gurgling, and near obligation sounds resumed as the new black alpha male started cock-pumping vulgarly while at the same time working her head quickly back and forth from his pony tail hold.

He was eager to deposit his load into my sister's throat. He stopped at times, only long enough to administer a slap across my sister's face. She accepted her slaps and resumed bobbing on his cock

He pulled his cock out of Rachael and gave her one last slap across her face, then tossed her on the bed. Rachael was barely on it, with her head turned to the side and slightly hanging off. This time, instead of grabbing her hair, he palmed the top of her head with one of his enormous hands and placed the other hand just below her neck to better stabilize head as he continued the throat job.

Rachael closed around his cock, creating a moist seal that muffled her slurping and gagging sounds. From this position, it didn't take him long to work up a jism, which Rachael again took in her mouth. Had it not been for the decreased tempo of the thrusting black hips, grunts, and the relaxing sound of satisfaction that escaped my sister's body, I would not have known that he had dropped his load. It was confirmed only after I saw a small amount of cum dribred from the corner of my sister's mouth. She quickly lapped it up and respectfully cleaned his cock off, not wanting to leave any bit of jism behind. She had developed a taste for it.

As quickly as they came, they left. My sister's used body lay on the bed. I didn't know if they would be back, and I didn't know if they would be bringing more with them.

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Randy's New Life


Noreen is a 29 year old lovely married woman who has been working in my office for the last 7 years. She has been married for the last five years to and seemed to lead a fairly normal, but dull lifestyle. She is also a gorgeous brunette, 5' 1" tall, 100 lbs with a pretty smile, perky A cup breasts, a great ass and super sexy legs. I have been drooling over her, since she was hired 7 years ago. My name is Randy. I am 35 years old, about 5'8" tall and a stocky 195 lbs. and not exactly the most muscular guy you'll see. While I am not dashingly handsome, I am not ugly either. I'm married with two young youngren (ages 4 and 2), a stable job and a normal but unexciting family life. That all changed recently, however I am not sure if I can handle my new circumstances.

Even though my wife was wonderful, I had certain fetishes that I secretly desired. Most of these fetishes included some kind of presentation, usually to a dominant woman. However, Jenna my wife, is fairly conservative and did not even like me performing oral sex on her, never mind powering me too. As such, my outlet for my fetishes was limited to the Internet. And while I had done some surfing at home, most took place at the office.

Me and Noreen have been fairly friendly since she started with the company. We frequently have lunch together and we have gotten together sporadically with our spouses. Every moment I spend with her I can't help but think of submitting to this beautiful woman. Also, we cover for each other at the office and help each other out with assignments.

One day, Noreen was helping me out getting some information from my computer when she noticed a porn site I had neglected to close. It didn't matter which site it was, because she would later search my computer and find my hidden directories with all my fetish files and pictures (ranging from female domination to powerd feminization). She didn't say anything right away. A week later, she said that her an her husband Jim needed some help moving some heavy furniture from the house and if I could help out on Friday after work. She said they would also give me dinner. After my wife gave me the go ahead (she basically gave the OK to stay out a while), I told them sure and planned on helping out on Friday night.

After a pretty easy day, Noreen and I left work together in my car and drove off towards her house. Noreen was in a great mood and had a devious looking smile as we got near her house. When we walked in the door, I was in complete disbelief. In the living room on three regular chairs sat Noreen's husband Jim, her brother Andy, and her brother-in-law Steve. What was shocking was that all three were naked and quiet looking straight down. As I turned around to Noreen to find out what the hell was going on, she stopped me, told me to sit down, and then said she had an announcement for me.

She then told me matter of factly, "I recently found out that you are a submissive. Not only that, but based on some of those transvestite and feminization sites you got, your probably gay or at least bi. So I'm gonna do you a favor and include you in our circle here. Me, my sister and sister-in-law have been dominating these wimps for the last few years. Now, were going to include you and Jenna as well. What do you think?"

I was stunned. "Jenna?" I asked. "You've talked to her about this?".

"No", she answered, "but after you submit to us tonight, we'll clue her in and invite her in and teach her the ropes."

"Forget it Noreen. I look at those sites for laughs and cheap thrills, but I'm not going to actually put myself in that position. You guys are nuts!" I answered.

What she said next however sealed my fate. "Listen Randy, you've got a lot of pictures and stories stored on your machine at the office. When you go into work on Monday, I can easily turn you in. When they see all the time you've been wasting surfing porno sites, you'll not only be fired, but exposed as a perverted fiend," she stated.

All I could respond was "Noreen, I thought we were friends."

She responded confidently, "We are friends, and when you're on your knees before me and eventually your wife, your fantasies will cum true and you can thank me. Don't you think I know how you gawk at me everyday. Well now you can submit to me and fulfill your fantasies." Then she meanly stated, "Now strip, cumboy!"

I couldn't believe it. But I also knew I was stuck. I couldn't afford to be fired and I also had a raging hard on. I was really only concerned about Jenna. But I figured Noreen wouldn't really tell Jenna and felt a little better. So I stripped completely naked and sat down next to Jim. Jim is 31 years old, about 6' 2" tall, and a fit muscular 190lbs, give or take a couple of pounds. Even though he was solidly built, he only had a 5" cock which was pretty hard and looked ready for action.

Her brother Andy is 26 years old, and was also tall at 6' even, but was extremely thin and probably weighed around 150 lbs. He was sporting a 7" cock which was about the same size as mine.

Her brother-in-law Steve is 35 years old and a little pudgy like me, he was about 5'8" tall and maybe 185 lbs. His dick was roughly the same size as Jim. I quickly wondered if the sisters had slept with these guys before marrying them.

As I sat down, the girls went upstairs and left us alone. Along with Noreen was her sister Lisa and sister-in-law Marissa. I had met Lisa a few times before and found her to be a strange and nasty permister. I had told Noreen many times that I thought she was nasty and dumb. She wasn't hot like her sister either, but attractive enough. She was 31 years old, about 5'4", maybe 140 lbs with nice size b-cups, a fat ass and stocky but shapely legs. She wasn't as pretty as Noreen, but was sort of cute.

Marissa on the other hand was a 24 years old knockout. 5'3" tall, 105 solid pounds, Nice B cup breasts, a tight ass and great legs, her body was smokin'. She also had a pretty face and beautiful smile and looked like the sweetest girl you had ever met. I couldn't imagine her being dominant.

I asked Jim what was going on and this night of shocks kept increasing with each one. He told me that their wives were getting ready to entertain their lovers who would be there shortly. About once a month the girls would have their lovers over to service them and humiliate their husbands. They dated others once or twice a week outside of the home, although they normally brought over the same 3 or 4 studs for the monthly house parties.

He then told me that they would watch their wives get fucked and stuffed by these big dicked black men, and then they would orally clean off the studs and eat out the cum from their wives cunts and asses. Also, he said that they would often switch girls meaning that Andy would have to eat out his sisters. If their wives were in a nasty mood however, they also might power their husbands to suck off one of the studs and as Jim told me, they had all been fucked a couple of times. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I then asked Jim how had all this started. Basically, Lisa had been dominating Steve for a long time, mostly having him do domestic chores but about 5 years ago after the birth of their boy she had gotten more aggressive. After increasing her domination into the bedroom, she started dating a guy at work and it spiraled from there. About three years ago, she let her sister and sister-in-law in on what was happening and they started bossing their husbands around and progressed into dating some of the men that were introduced to them by Lisa. They had been having these parties now for just over 1 year.

After digesting all this information, the girls came down looking as hot as can be. Noreen was wearing a tight and I mean tight black mini skirt which stopped just at where her thigh high stockings ended. She also wore a small white top with no bra (her nipples were clearly poking through the material) that also exposed her midriff. This topped off with 4 inch heels almost had me cumming right on the spot. Marissa was dressed nearly the same except she had chosen a bright red leather skirt and a open red leather vest. Lisa was wearing a black leather skirt that ran down to just above the knee, a sheer red top and 5 inch red pumps and looked better than I had ever seen her before.

At this point, Lisa walked over to me and stated, "Noreen has been telling me how you think I'm a rotten permister. That may be true, but she also tells me that you think I'm pretty stupid. This coming from a guy sitting stark naked in his coworkers living room, waiting to be told what to do and how to do it. Who do you think is the stupid one now?"

Caught off guard I responded meekly, "I guess me."

"When you speak to me, you address me as Goddess Lisa," she roared. Suddenly, I felt extremely turned on and excited. Here I was, with someone I clearly had felt superior to being put in my place, and powerfully in front of other gorgeous women.

I spoke back firmly, "Goddess Lisa, I'm the stupid one. You are clearly my superior."

Lisa laughed in a eerie tone and than said, "Well you're learning now, but I am not to happy about being called stupid by such an inexperienced submissive. You will learn not to agitate me," as she slowly turned to her husband Steve and continued her sentence, "especially before a real man takes care of my needs. I can be quite bitchy. Come here," she commanded to me "Get on your knees and use your tongue on Goddess Lisa. If you do a good job, I may go easy on you tonight."

With that I eagerly knelt before her and began to slowly lick Lisa's tender lips in a light teasing manner. As I began to increase my intensity, Lisa began to moan gently and her pussy became moist and warm. Lisa than looked at Steve and said, "See tiny dick. Even Randy knows how to eat pussy. He knows his dick is inadequate and tries to make up for it with effort at least. You're so pathetic, I have no use for you anymore." I continued to work her over as best I could, although I was a little disturbed about this "inadequate" comment. I didn't feel like a monster but I certainly felt adequate down there.

Anyway, after about 15 minutes, Lisa motioned for me to stop and announced, "Not a bad job there loser, but I didn't cum. I wonder if you can get anyone off with that mouth of yours. I guess we'll have to try someone else."

With that I became super excited. I could not wait to kneel before Noreen and Marissa was so hot, I would love to taste that lovely box as well. But then she continued, "Let me see if you can make Jim cum for me."

Jim! I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked at Lisa and saw an angered stare that scared the cuckolds brownie out of me. "Listen asshole. You wanted to be a submissive. You've loaded tons of stories about cock sucking losers like you on your work machine. Don't defy me. Crawl over to Jim, take his cock in your mouth and make him cum in five minutes or my 11" dicked friend coming by will be stuffing his monster up your ass. And he won't be gentle."

Quickly I moved over to Jim, and started sucking for all I was worth. I had never had a cock in my mouth before but I felt like an experienced pro as I worked him over. Luckily Jim was excited and he came in 3 minutes. "Nice job faggot," Lisa crowed, "but from now on when I give you an order, you jump. Understand!"

"Yes Goddess Lisa, I'm sorry. It will never happen again," I replied. I felt like a complete ass.

If things weren't bad enough, Noreen came over to me and looked me in the eyes and said, "Damn Randy, you're a fucking wimp, worse than my husband. You know, when I first started screwing around, I told Jim that I was thinking about having an affair with you. I told him, that if you gave me any sign or came onto me in any way, I would have been your slut. But you never made a move, even though I always saw you staring at my legs and ogling over me when I wore a sexy outfit. Now I know why, you like sucking cock more than pussy. What a loser!"

Lisa then chimed in, "Oh by the way, say hello to Jenna."

"What?" I asked.

Marissa then added, "Say hello into the camera jack ass. Didn't you know we have 3 cameras in here?" Holy cuckolds brownie, I hadn't even looked. Mounted to the ceiling in two corners of the room were cameras, and a third one that was hand held was on the coffee table. Apparently Marissa had been filming and I hadn't noticed.

While I stared around in shock Lisa laughed, "Yes moron, you've just sucked cock on TV. Jenna's gonna love that. She'll probably love the way you ate my pussy too. NOW SAY HELLO! she screamed. Stunned I looked into the camera and said, "Hello honey, I love you." The three girls laughed and then there was a knock on the door. What would happen next?

Jim got up to answer the door naked and all. At the door were three rather intimidating black men. Mark was the first one through the door yelling at Jim, "Get the fuck at of way bitch!" on his way in. Mark was very dark skinned, about 6' 2" tall, and probably about 200 lbs.. He was also put together well, very athletic and strong and was probably about 24 or 25 years old.

Close behind him was Curtis and Warren. Curtis was not as imposing at 5'11" tall and maybe 165 lbs. He looked to be the youngest of the three, maybe about 20 years old and was light skinned and quiet.

Warren, was the exact opposite of Curtis. He was very dark and very big and the oldest of the group, probably in his late thirties. He was 6'5" and close to 275 lbs, and had a scowl on his face like he was pissed off about something. Standing there stark naked did not make me feel all that comfortable. I felt less comfortable when Warren asked who the hell I was and what was I doing there.

Lisa jumped in however and said, "We were training our slut. We hope to be able to give you his wife next time Master."

"Did I ask you slut?" he raged. "I asked this little pussyboy over here and it seems he has no respect for his superiors."

"They made me come here sir," I quickly responded. "I can leave if you would like," I reamistered. "No," he said. "I think you should see what your wife has in store for herself. Is she hot, or is she a fat pig like this one?" he uttered as pointed at Lisa.

"No, she's beautiful," I said as all of a sudden I wondered why the hell I said it. I wanted to crawl away.

I was also highly confused. I was under the impression that the wives were dominant to there husbands and were just fooling around with other men to humiliate their husbands. But Lisa who had been the most assertive of the three was obviously submissive to Warren and he was in charge. Mark intervened in my chat with Warren and said, "Fuck this loser Warren, lets get our pussy."

With that, the three got together and huddled like they were calling a play in the big football game. As it turned out, they were just deciding which girl they would get. Warren emerged with a big smile and called out, "Marissa, get your ass over here baby." Marissa bowed her head and walked over to Warren as Warren continued, "you too hubby'" as Andy got up and followed his wife meekly. I looked aver and noticed that Curtis and Noreen and Lisa and Mark paired off as well and Jim and Steve got up and followed their wives as well.

As I focused in on Marissa and Warren I saw Andy get down on his knees in front of Warren and unzip and take off his pants. Out flopped a huge cock that looked more like a kickstand. It must have been nine inches long and much thicker than mine and he was not really hard. As Warren took off his shirt he told Andy, "Ok bitch, get me ready for your wife and hurry up. She looks desperate for a real man." With that Andy started sucking that enormous cock, and like a pro too.

I looked around and noticed Jim sucking Curtis and Steve humming Mark as well. These guys were big also. But I looked back to Warren as he dismissed Andy and watched him grab Marissa as Andy took a seat less than two feet away. Marissa started sucking on his dick, making loud slurps as his cock grew to 11, maybe even twelve inches. I now felt inadequate, as my raging hard on was at its full seven inches. Warren maneuvered his way down to her pussy as they started a 69 position and I scanned over to Noreen.

There was my coworker who I had drooled over for seven years, riding her bull lover for all she was worth. She was rocking so hard and screaming out, "Oh yes Fuck me. Give it to me. Oh God, why did I wait so long with that loser husband of mine. Oh my God, keep ramming me please don't stop." She was bucking wildly and Curtis was smiling from ear to ear.

As I scanned over to Mark, I could see that Lisa was getting the least satisfaction. As a matter of fact, Mark was laying it on pretty nasty to Lisa and Steve saying, "You two are fucking disgusting pigs. You two need to work out and get rid of that fucking fat. She's not even worth fucking this damn slob. If she's not careful I'm gonna give her fat ass to some homeless guy and let him use her." He kept ranting when he started spanking Lisa's ass, and hard. She screamed out in pain, but he seemed relentless.

As I turned back to Warren, he now had Marissa on her back with her legs up over his shoulders. She was begging him to fuck her harder as she wailed, "Warren my master, I'm yours. Please fuck me harder, please. I'm your whore!" as she took his pounding.

To my right, Curtis now had Noreen doggy style and was banging away wildly. Within seconds he shot his load into Noreen as she smiled with a look of pure fulfillment. Meanwhile Mark started shoving all types of items up Lisa's pussy. First a banana, then a cucumber, then he moved up to a long and thick squash. I stood there in amazement as Lisa somehow started to take this thing in. Mark looked at me and said, "See pussywimp, this thing ain't worth fucking. That pussy fucking snapped a long time ago."

As Warren continued to hold out with Marissa and Mark was a***ing Lisa, Jim knelt before Curtis who motioned Jim away. He then looked at me and said, "Hey boy, get your ass over hear and clean this mess off of me." I started to walk towards the bathroom to get something to use when Curtis yelled out, "Where do you think your going?"

"To get a washcloth sir," I replied.

"What the fuck, he sputtered. "Get your ass over hear and clean me with your tongue before your in real trouble asswipe." I walked over and knelt before my new master and started to suck his cock clean. I then licked the inside of his thighs and behind his balls and felt pretty satisfied with my job. Curtis then said, "Hey man, you forgot to clean out my ass. Get over here."

I moved behind him and started to rim this man I had never met til less than an hour ago. But my dick which had stayed mostly hard was now at total attention as this black man (or boy, Christ he was only 20), told me to keep licking. For the next ten minutes I sucked on his ass till he finally stopped me. "Whoa bitch," he laughed. "You are one fine ass eater. I think we can find a spot for you."

As I looked around, I could see Jim eating the cum out of his wife's pussy. Warren had cum inside Marissa and Andy was cleaning Mark like I had just done for Curtis.

Meanwhile, Mark had Lisa bent over and was fucking her ruthlessly in the ass. As he fucked her he continued to degrade her, "Shit Lisa, you've got one fat ass. Your fucking pussy is so loose from you fucking everything that moves that I've got to fuck your ass to feel anything and man that sucker is loose as well. If you didn't bring us Noreen and Marissa, we'd of dumped your ass a long time ago. You're a total fucking skank." He finally blew his load and Steve was right there to perform a clean-up on Mark.

Whew, I thought. It's finally over. I can't wait to clean up and go home was all I could think of, but that wasn't going to happen. Mark looked up as Steve worked thoroughly licking his ass and announced, "It's showtime boys. What are we going to see today?"

Jim looked back and responded, "What would you like to see today sir?"

"That's a good question boy. I guess we'd like to see something involving our new friend over here," Mark stated as he looked in my direction.

"Yeah man!" Curtis laughed, "lets see you limp dicks fuck the new boy."

Oh cuckolds brownie I thought. They can't be serious. But they were, then Warren looked at me and said, "Alright boy, get on all fours now. It's time to be initiated. I'm in a good mood so I'll let you pick. Which of these lame as faggots do you want to fuck you and which one are you going to suck off?" Didn't this guy know I had already given Jim a blow job for the girls.

"Pick someone now, or I'll shove my cock up your ass sissyboy. You'd probably love that," Mark laughed.

I quickly said "Steve can fuck me." He had the smallest cock. Since I had already done it I added, "and I'll suck Jim. Is that OK?"

Warren started laughing hysterically. Then he said, "Look at this homo, he can't wait to get it on. All right boys, get over here and get this show on the road."

With that, Steve took his tongue out of Mark's ass and got behind me. As he was getting close to mounting me, I looked around and saw Noreen flashing a huge grin. I was so turned on knowing how ridiculous I must have looked, and her knowing what a loser I was. My dick started to get rock hard again.

Now I was ready to get fucked and I lifted my ass in the air as Steve gently licked my asshole for some lubrication. Then he slowly eased into me. It hurt at first but became more comfortable after the first couple of minutes. Then Jim on command from Curtis, stuck his cock in my face. Without hesitation, I eagerly took his cock in my mouth. I was getting used to this, and started to pound out a rhythm similar to Steve's fucking.

The girls were cheering me on as I worked over these two guys who were just acquaintances hours ago. Thankfully, within minutes Steve came into my ass. It was a weird feeling that made my cock relax as all of a sudden I realized what was happening. Jim blew his load a minute later and fearing problems with my new masters, I swallowed every drop. As I stayed there on all fours, Andy was behind me eating the cum out of my ass. This actually felt relaxing and I let out a smile.

With that, Warren said, "Smile for the camera sissyboy,"

I looked up and smiled letting anyone who watched now I was not totally against what had just happened. The show was over and for a reward for a job well done, Mark let me eat his cum out of Lisa's ass. Here was a bitch I did not like and all of a sudden I'm eating a black man's cum out of her ass.

As I licked she constantly reminded me saying, "Who is the dumb one? Who is the dumb one?"

I answered, "Me Goddess Lisa. I am."

Mark laughed, "Look at this white boy worshiping a fat pig that we barely bother to fuck." I continued to lick my Goddess as I thought to myself, when is this going to end. Well apparently not very soon, as the guys brought Noreen out to the middle of the room.

Warren told her, "Well my slut. You've been an a good girl today bringing us a new loser to use. So now, we're gonna fuck you real good. Have your husband get me ready and then hop on and ride me." Warren laid down on his back and Jim started to suck him to get him good and ready for his wife. Noreen then impaled her cunt on his 12 inch dick and started riding him like a mechanical bull.

Then Curtis put his 10 inch cock in Noreen's face and she started to suck like a woman possessed. Mark next got behind Noreen and plowed his 11 inch monster into her tight little ass. I could not believe it all fit. The woman of my dreams, that I could have had had I not been so stupid was stuffed with 33 inches of cock and in a total state of ecstasy.

As I watched, I couldn't take it anymore and in a couple of strokes blew my load onto the floor. Lisa yelled at me and powerd me to lick up my mess. After close to 30 minutes of this hot action the boys came one by one into Noreen. Then Jim, Steve and Andy were directed to clean up the studs. Noreen looked at me and said, "C'mon lucky boy. You get to clean out my pussy and ass. Jim is gonna be jealous." I knelt before Noreen and performed my duties eagerly. When I was finished, Warren, Mark and Curtis left after telling me to bring my wife next time. I actually was turned on at the thought.

It was late, I had given two blow jobs and was fucked in the ass. I had eaten what seemed like a quart of black men's cum out of the cunts and asses of my coworker and her family. And all in front of cameras. Just your normal day, right.

Well to send me home feeling even queasier, Noreen told me as I left, "I want you to tell Jenna what happened tonight and that you want her to join us and dominate you. If you don't, I will. Have a great night." With that I hung my head, got in the car and cried.

What a long, ***d drive home it was. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed the light on in the bedroom. It was pretty late and the kids were arelax, but Jenna was probably waiting for me. I walked in the house and headed straight for the bedroom and showered for at least a half hour. I got into bed, gave Jenna a kiss and turned over to relax.

Jenna prodded me, "How did everything go, why were you so late, why didn't you call?"

"Oh er ah sorry honey," I stumred, "We were talking and I lost track of the time. Then I didn't want to wake you. I figured you would have called if you were nervous." Whew, I thought. Good evasion. Then I thought quickly, hey she always calls, why not tonight?

My wife interrupted my thought, "Oh come on Randy, what really happened?"

"No that's all babe. Why don't you go to relax," I responded.

"I don't believe you honey, what happened. They are a little strange over there. Nothing happened that shouldn't have, did it?" she posed.

Where was this coming from, I thought quickly. "No honey. Stop being paranoid. I just lost track of time." I reamistered.

"Well Noreen called and said you had something to tell me about tonight. What did she mean then?" she prodded further.

Holy Shit! What was Noreen doing to me. "I don't know honey. She probably had too much wine. Can we please go to relax," I begged.

Then Jenna turned very stern and said, "I wanna know what happened and I want to know now? Come clean or get the hell out!"

"Honey nothing, I swear. Please go to relax." I said as I rolled over.

"OK honey. But if you're lying to me, man are you going to be sorry. Go to relax, we'll talk in the morning," Jenna threatened. I went to relax hoping I could wake up and it would all be a dream.

I woke up about 10:30 and went downstairs to the kitchen. Jenna's sister Audrey was sitting at the table with my wife. Audrey was an attractive woman, 28 years old with a nice slender shapely body, dark hair and eyes and a pretty face. She also had nice C cup breasts that I loved to stare at. She was married to Dave, a wimp of a man who did what his wife ordered him to do. They had a three year old mister that Dave would be ordered to fetch after at every family function. He was a decent enough guy, but he was so henpecked that we never really bonded.

Anyway Jenna said "Dave was good enough to watch the kids today so that we could spend some time together alone."

"Great" I responded, "when Audrey leaves what have you got planned?"

"Well I figured Audrey would be interested in what happened last night as well. What happened Randy?" she demanded.

Before I could respond Audrey interjected' "Yeah what happened tough guy?"

"Nothing, I told you that last night," I sweated out.

Jenna looked at me with an anger I had never seen before and said, "Okay Randy, I gave you a chance and you blew it. I talked to Noreen all week and knew what was happening before you did. Why do you think I didn't call you jack ass? You know, you should be a little more careful with your computer files. Did you think that you hid those photos and stories from me by storing them in your football game directory. I guess I'm a little more computer literate than you thought."

My mind started flying around a million miles a minute. What was going on? Did she know everything that happened? What was she going to do?

I could not respond so Jenna continued, "I found your little stash on the computer and couldn't believe it. You want me to fuck black men and dress you up like a woman. You want to suck my toes and lick some other man's cum out of my ass. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Honey" I responded, "that's just fantasy. You know I don't want that. I'm sorry."

"Just fantasy Randy. C'mon, Noreen told me that you sucked off Jim twice last night and got fucked by Steve. She also said you ate the cuckolds brownie out of some black kids ass. Give me a break," my wife said with conviction.

I just hung my head down in defeat. What could I say. Things were spiraling out of control at an incredible rate of speed. What would be next?

My wife continued, "Don't feel to guilty honey. You weren't the only one having fun last night." "What do you mean?" I asked meekly.

"Well Audrey and Dave were nice enough to watch the kids so I could go out for a couple of takes with Michael next door." Michael was an 18 year old wise ass kid who lived next door with his parents. He was a disrespectful kid my wife knew I despised. She had to be kidding.

"Jenna, you're not serious are you honey?" I asked nervously.

"Why do you care, because he isn't black?" my wife dug at me. "Yes I'm serious asshole. I find out you want to be a woman, you love me enough that you want the whole world to fuck me and then you want to compete with me for those dicks and I got pissed. I knew if I gave myself to Michael next door it would really piss you off."

Then all of a sudden Audrey jumped in to the conversation, "Jenna, I bet he is turned on that you fucked that kid. Let's test him."

"Good idea," my wife agreed, "Randy drop your pants, let's see."

"Jenna, Audrey's right there," I said as I begged her to stop.

"Drop 'em Randy and now. You've got a lot more to worry about. Noreen's got video you know." With that I dropped my pants. Audrey would see my manhood. At least I was shriveled up like an old man.

"What the fuck is that thing? Jenna do you feel anything?" Audrey laughed.

Jenna quickly responded, "Well I used to, but I don't know if I will anymore. That Michael is really put together down there. And the energy he has is amazing."

"Oh my God Jenna, it's moving!" Audrey shouted. My body was betraying me, as my dick slowly grew.

Jenna continued, "He was amazing. What a stud. I've never cum so much in my life. He came three times, once in each hole. I've never felt so fulfilled. And he kept saying how much of a wimp Randy was and how great it felt nailing the loser's wife." I was fully erect and humiliated.

"Well, now I know for sure," Jenna laughed. "I didn't believe it at first, I figured there was some explanation. But I remembered talking to Noreen last year at a party when she hinted that she was fucking around on Jim and he let her, so I asked her to check out your computer. She called back and told me she found the same stuff and that she bet you wanted me to cuckold you. She also let me know about her, Lisa and Marissa."

I didn't say a word, I was shocked.

Jenna continued, "She planned this whole thing out at her house but I couldn't go through with it so she suggested that they get you started. If you stood up to her then they would know you weren't really serious and then I could back off. She also told me that I should go out and get laid and see how I liked it. She said I would love it and she was right."

"Jenna, you knew. How could you do that to me?" I whimpered.

"Because you wanted it moron. Now I want more. Anyway, Noreen said that I should try being with a dominant black man. She says she loves being treated like a total slut. Don't worry honey, I still love you, but you got me started and I want more. Audrey and Dave say they want to play with you too."

Audrey than said, "I can't wait for you to suck Dave's cock. He's the one you call henpecked right. Well, at least he doesn't suck cock, Randy."

Jenna laughed at me and said, "Well Randy, your training will start today. Noreen has done a good start but there is so much more to do. You will diet and lose at least 40 lbs.. You will learn how to dress, talk and behave like a lady. Oh and fuck and suck like a lady as well. Meanwhile, I'm goig to become a huge slut.."

I didn't say another word, I was feeling sick and very nervous. What the hell was happening to my life?

Friday’s can be hell. Last night (Friday) my female co-worker Noreen blackmailed me into becoming her and her families sexual servant. I was powerd to suck her submissive husband’s cock (twice), get fucked by her brother in-law, not to mention clean off her black lovers’ cocks and eat their cum out of her and her sisters cunts and asses. Then, I was informed that my wife Jenna had helped set the whole thing up and had an affair with our rude, disrespectful eighteen year old neighbor Michael. Now Jenna’s threatening to turn me into her submissive sex slave full time.

It all started when my wife found my porn site stash hidden in my football game directory (what the hell was she looking there for.) She then had my co-worker Noreen search my computer and presto, with the fear of being reported and losing my job, I gave into her demands. Simply, I was powerd to be her submissive sex toy. I found out Noreen, her sister Lisa and sister-in-law Marissa dominated their pussy husbands and had several lovers. Also, about once a month they all got together and had a sex party as they all served their wives black lovers. I got to watch first hand (and was powerd to participate) as they had a little sex party with three dominant black males. They basically let me know that me and my wife would be joining the group.

Anyway, my simple life (married man of a 2 and 4 year old, stable job) is being turned upside down. My fantasy of being a submissive wimp and feminized sissy doesn’t seem as exciting anymore. But my wife, who had always been a little conservative (especially sexually) all of a sudden seems like the biggest slut on two feet. She just told me (in front of her sister Audrey no less) that she will be exploring her new found sexual freedom. Man am I confused.

“Randy!!”, Jenna screamed at me. “Stop daydreaming, we’ve got work to do. I want to make sure I make your fantasies come true.”

“Wait honey,” I stammered. “Believe me I’m fine. I don’t need this. I was wrong. I just want things to go back to normal,” I reamistered.

“Normal,” Jenna said with a wry smile, “are you kidding me? You had sex with men last night. You licked the cuckolds brownie and sweat out of other men’s asses. You are not normal. But if that’s the way you want it and I know you do, that’s the way it’s going to be.”

“Jenna please, I’m sorry,” I begged. “Please let’s get passed this. It will never happen again, it’s totally out of my system.”

“Out of your system, huh,” Jenna said snidely. “OK, lets see about that. If it is, I can probably get Noreen to let it go and not tell your boss. Ok drop your pants again.”

“Oh c’mon honey no don’t,” I begged.

“Randy, drop ‘em now, Audrey’s already seen your dick this morning,” Jenna said.

“Yeah Randy,” Audrey chimed in, “Let’s see the little guy again.”

“I’m not kidding Randy, now!” Jenna exclaimed.

Reluctantly I dropped my shorts and underwear and out came my extremely limp dick. What was in Jenna’s mind. All I had to do was stay unexcited and things would be fine.

“Well honey,” Jenna started, “I thought I’d clue you in on what I had planned. I thought that we’d start by bringing you down to the salon and getting you a facial and your nails done. Then we could go to the store and get you some panties, stockings and bras and maybe one or two outfits to get you started.”

So far so good. My cock was still limp and inattentive, I’m gonna make it was all I could think.

Jenna continued, “Then I thought we’d pick up some make-up and wigs and teach you how to look and act like a lady. Maybe get you some heels and teach you how to walk and shake your ass like a slut.”

Ok, I’m holding on. It’s twitching a bit but I’m OK. Please stop honey, don’t do this to me. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Jenna kept going, “Then we will assign you your chores and make sure you straighten up the house a bit. Then when you are settled, me and Audrey will get dressed and ready for our dates.”

What! Ok hold it together Randy. Get mad not excited, this is important. I could feel my manhood stretching a bit, but not that much. Could I reel it in here, I needed to, maybe I could pull it off I thought.

Jenna stepped it up further, “Yeah, I thought I’d bring Michael over here for you to watch and learn how a real man performs. I mean he’s only 18 but man can he find my G spot. I figured you could act as our maid and wait on us, and then watch and learn. Maybe ask Michael for mistere pointers.”

That was it. My dick was hard as a rock. I had betrayed myself. I dropped my head in shame and felt like crying.

“Looks like it’s still in his system and it just rushed to the tip of his dick,” Audrey laughed.

Jenna looked at me with a wicked smile and said, “Well Randy, I think we both know what you want. I’m not sure what I want, but now I know I want more. This is going to be fun. Noreen has assured me that I will love being in charge. Go get ready, were going shopping.”

I turned around and went to change without saying a word. I was basically defeated and the energy and will to fight what was happening was sucked from my body. I put on jeans and a tee shirt sneakers and a baseball cap and walked out he door with my wife and sister-in-law. I wasn’t sure what I would wear back.

As my wife had said, the first stop was the salon for a facial and nail polish. I felt like a fool as I left the salon with bright red finger nails although at least they hadn’t added fake long nails. Next stop was a lingerie store. As we walked into the store, it looked pretty busy to me. There were three sales women and about five women customers and no men. My wife walked right up to the young sales girl, probably no more than 21 years old and asked, “We need to get some lingerie for the sissy boy over here, can you help?”

I was redder than my nail polish when the young girl laughed and said, “Sure, have him come over here and let me measure. He’s a pretty large one.”

“Not for long, “Audrey laughed out. “Our pretty little girl just started a diet. We’ll be back soon for some new panties, don’t worry.”

“Yeah,” Jenna jumped in, “You can make a pretty good commission of this pansy the next few months. Let’s see what you got.”

The sales girl measured me up and down and snaked away laughing out loud. She wasn’t alone ass the rest of the store was enjoying themselves as well. She came back with about ten pairs each of panties, bras and stockings. She also brought 5 corsets, two garter belts, three nightgowns and a pink robe with feathers on the wrist and lapel. My wife made me immediately put on the red corset and stockings, panties and bra and threw my underwear and socks in the garbage. As I left, everyone could see the red outline of the bra under my white tee shirt. I felt like such a jack ass.

Next stop was the mall. I got some odd stares as we headed into Macy’s. Once there Audrey and Jenna sent me into the changing room to try on various outfits that they had chosen for me. They had me trying on skirts, dresses, short shorts and the like and had me come out into the middle of the department to show each one. God was I embarrassed. This went on for about an hour and a half and people began to stop and stare at this ridiculous hairy guy in stockings wearing woman’s clothing. Satisfied, Jenna and Audrey had me buy about 10 outfits and move onto the shoe department. There I got to try on what seemed like a thousand different pairs of heels and model each one in a walk around the store. They had me buy about 5 pairs and off we went back to the house.

At about 5:30 p.m. we got back to the house. Jenna told me, “Audrey is going to give you some pointers on how to act and behave. I’m getting ready for my date with Michael. Don’t get out of line or you will be in big trouble.” She then disappeared upstairs.

Audrey looked at me with a sly grin as she walked slowly towards me. She then said coyly, “C’mon wimp, lets get your ass into the bathroom.” As we walked into the bathroom she leaned over and started running the bathtub and said, “Women like to take long hot baths, not showers. We need to get you in touch with your feminine side. Take of your clothes and get in pussyboy.”

As the water ran I started to take off my jeans and Tee shirt. I then took off my corset, garter belt stockings and bra. As they came off I actually felt very excited. Also, seeing Audrey sweating with the steam from the bath permeating the room, her sexiness was turning me on. She was not quite as pretty as Jenna, but she did have those great C cup tits. Obviously she noticed my arousal.

“Randy, you like your underwear sweety?” Audrey asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “The stockings especially..”

“I see,” Audrey continued. “It’s making you excited as well.”

I answered her quickly, “Audrey, you taking control of me is what’s turning me on.”

“Audrey laughed, “Are you hitting on me you little wuss? Jenna is not gonna be happy with you.”

“No, no, no,” I stammered. “I just was telling you the truth. Don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “But from now on you address me as Mistress Audrey. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Audrey,” I blurted out.

“Alright then,” she stated firmly. “Get on your knees and come service your Mistress.” She then pulled down her jeans and panties.

“Yes, Mistress Audrey, as you wish,” I stated eagerly. As my hard on raged, I knelt down in front of Audrey and looked at her beautifully manicured pussy. Shaved neatly except for a little landing strip and as clean as a whistle despite being out all day, I gently placed my tongue against my wife’s sister’s clit. I was in absolute heaven as I licked in every possible direction, motion and intensity. Audrey’s soft moans let me know I was doing the job correctly. Audrey’s pussy was moist and bothered when all of a sudden she stopped me and motioned me into the tub. Clearly disappointed, I got into my bath.

“You did a very nice job Randy,” Audrey said. “I will remember that later on. But we need to get you started on your training.” With that she pulled out a scissor and several razors. “We need to perform some maintenance on all that hair,” she continued. “Later on you can do some waxing, but for now we’ll do it the old fashioned way.”

With that, we started shaving everywhere.. Audrey started by shaving my back and ass cheeks. She then directed me to shave my legs. Then she took a scissor to my pubic hair and started cutting away. She then had me shave the remaining area until my pubic region was perfectly bald. She then showed me how to shave my arm pits. She did the right and had me do the left. I was itchy all over but I thought I was done when Audrey told me to turn over.



She then lathered up my anus as I tensed up with nervous anticipation. “Randy, your pussy is covered with too much hair. Pay attention, I will expect you to do this on your own from now on,” Audrey stated. As she shaved my asshole I winced with fear of being cut, but she was perfect. “Listen, you must keep your pussy clean, or you might scare away your dates,” Audrey continued.

Dates I thought. She can’t be serious can she. My mind quickly drifted back to Audrey and the fact that her husband Dave must know what’s going on. “Mistress Audrey?” I questioned, “Does Dave know what’s going on here? Do you do this to him?”

“Dave is very sweet and understanding,” she answered. “He also is pussy whipped by me. But no, he’s not a pathetic loser like you. He accepts that I am the boss and knows that I date others, but he doesn’t participate. He doesn’t like eating cum or dressing like a woman like you do. But he knows I need a real cock and lets me satisfy my needs.”

“I never knew you did that. Did Jenna know?” I asked.

“No,” Audrey went on. “She didn’t know till she told me what was happening with you. When I told her, she felt more comfortable about cheating on you. I explained that since you wanted it, it really wasn’t cheating anyway, but she still felt guilty. But after getting it good, she feels liberated.”

I dipped my head again as my sister-in-law basically told me I had lost my wife to another man. I dried off, put on a robe and walked out into the living room to await whatever was next. After waiting a couple of minutes, Jenna walked down the stairs and was a picture of beauty. She was not dressed slutty like my coworker Noreen had been the night before, but she looked as beautiful as ever. She had on a knee length white skirt and white stockings and a fairly conservative black blouse which did not have a plunging neckline. She was wearing 3" white heels and the matching pearl necklace and bracelet I had bought her for her birthday last month. However, gone was her wedding and engagement rings. She looked extremely classy, not what I would have expected to see an 18 year old kid.

Jenna came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. She then said, “Make sure you pay attention to Audrey tonight. She is giving up a date tonight so she can work with you here. I’m meeting Michael at the restaurant but we will be back here later on.” She then looked at Audrey and said, “I trust you will have him ready by then.”

Audrey nodded and said, “He’s been a good boy, I’m sure there will be no problems. Have a nice dinner.”

They then both looked at me with stern glares as I quickly surmised what was bothering them. I then gave them what they wanted and said, “Yes Jenna, have a wonderful time.”

My wife glanced back and said, “Thank you sweetie. I will.” She then strutted out the door.

Before I got a chance to relax, Audrey looked at me and said, “Okay c’mon. We don’t have much time. We have to get you ready.”

We went upstair to the bedroom to my wife’s dresser and Audrey began to teach me all the fine points of applying make up, all the time warning me that she and Jenna expected me to be able to care of myself in short order. She gave me a brunette wig from my wife’s dresser and some clip on earrings (letting me know my ears would be pierced before long.) After about 45 minutes of make up magic I have to admit I looked a bit feminine, even if it was a fat feminine. I probably could have fooled some people who didn’t stare me up and down.

Next, Audrey started to dress me. First she had me put on black panties which disappeared up the crack in my fat ass. These were uncomfortable although they pulled my dick in tight to my body. Next was the black sheer stockings. These actually felt very stimulating as they were now up against my smooth shaven legs. My cock started to grow. Next was the bra and Audrey stuffed some padding in the bra to give me the allusion of a cup tits. I was amazed at how I was transforming in front of my eyes.

Audrey then had me put on the corset. Although this would have been extremely uncomfortable under any circumstances, Audrey pulled that thing so tight that I actually had a figure. This was amazing. Audrey grabbed the black maid’s one piece outfit out of the bag and had me put it on. It was a little bit shorter than the cleaning lady’s outfit at the office stopping at mid thigh. 2 inch heels (thank god that was it) and I looked like a plump but bangable maid.

Audrey stepped back and said, “Let me take a look at you. Wow, I’ve really outdone myself. You are so precious and wow, you have nice legs Randy. I bet we could bring you out to bar and get you some action.”

Giving in to the situation I meekly responded, “Thank you Mistress Audrey.”

She laughed then said, “Okay, I’m going to shower. We’ve probably got about another 45 minutes to an hour. Randy, please dust and vacuum so as not to embarrass Jenna. I’ll be out soon.”

“Wait a minute,” I roared. “You’re not serious. You’re not gonna make me wear this when Michael comes here. I’ll be the laughingstock of the neighborhood. Audrey, you can’t do this!” I bellowed.

“That’s Mistress Audrey!” she retorted. “You’re kidding right. You let your wife walk out of the house to date some young kid and said it was alright for her to bring him home to fuck. But you don’t want to be embarrassed in the maid’s uniform. You’ve got a screw loose or something. Now dust and vacuum and hurry up or its all over. We’ll show the videotape of you over Noreen’s last night, Jenna will walk away with everything and you’ll still look like a pathetic gay wimp. If you want any relationship with Jenna, you better do as you’re told.”

With that she went to shower up and I went about straightening up the house. I would have been much quicker in my jeans and tee shirt but I finished with a few moments to spare. Audrey came downstairs and complimented me on the cleaning I had done and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She then handed me a serving tray and ordered a Seabreeze. As I walked out with Audrey’s take there was a knock at the door.

“Randy, please go get the door and make sure you welcome our guests,” Audrey stated.

With that I walked to the front door and opened it. At the door stood a smiling Jenna and Michael hand in hand. “Hello,” I said, “Welcome , please come in.”

Michael handed me a doggie bag of leftovers and barged right in. Laughing at loud he said, “Why Randy, why don’t you look lovely tonight.”

After some prodding by Audrey I replied, “Why thank you, you look nice as well.”

With that Jenna walked in patted me on the ass and said, “Randy dear, could you please get us some takes.”

After finding out what they wanted (a gin and tonic for Jenna, a beer for Michael) I left the room to prepare the takes. When I returned, Michael and Jenna were on the couch side by side and Michael’s hand was underneath Jenna’s skirt and rubbing her upper thigh. He also had the largest grin I’d ever seen as I served him and Jenna their takes.

“Thank you Randy,” he said as he grabbed his beer. Great, now the kid learns some manners I thought.

“Thank you sweetie,” Jenna said as she grabbed her take. “That will be all for now. We will call you if we need anything else.”

Not sure what to do I left and sat down at the kitchen table. In the next room I could hear them talking but could not make out the words of the conversation. I was able to hear plenty of laughs though from the three of them. A few minutes later Audrey walked in the Kitchen. “Randy, what are you doing. Sit up like a lady and cross your legs, you look ridiculous.”

As I sat up and straightened my uniform I thought to myself of course I look ridiculous. Audrey then stated, “Although I’d love to stay a little longer I must go home to my husband. It’s been an eventful day, I can’t wait to tell him all about it.”

With that she left. Meanwhile, it had gotten real quiet. I looked into the living room but they were gone. I quietly made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. I could hear Some soft moaning from Jenna as I neared our bedroom. The door was wide open and I assumed on purpose. As I looked in I could see Jenna down on her sees giving Michael what appeared to be a quality blow job. As I watched her take his cock all the way into her throat, I noticed that the kid was pretty well hung. He had about an 8 inch cock and it was definitely at attention. As I stared in, Michael saw me looking on and smiled at me. I felt about 2 feet tall but I did not take my eyes off my wife’s performance.

After about 5 minutes of work, Jenna slowly stopped and looked up into his eyes. I had seen that look before, she wanted to get fucked senseless. Michael pointed my presence out to her and she looked over in my direction. “Does she bother you Michael?” she asked of her stud boy.

“No, she’s kind of cute actually,” he responded.

“Okay then,” she said in my direction. “You can stay, I might need some clean up help later anyway.”

With that I moved all the way into the bedroom and leaned against the dresser. Michael had laid Jenna on her back on the bed and had mounted her. He was bucking at what seemed like a 100 miles per hour as Jenna screamed as loud as I had ever heard her, “Yes, Yeeeeess. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Oh god, this is the best fuck I’ve ever had. Give it to me baby. Harder harder.”

My cock was bursting through my panties so I pulled it out and started stroking. I didn’t think why am I doing this, how could I get off watching my wife fuck this little bastard next door that I hated. All I could see was the ecstasy in her eyes and it was driving me nuts.

Then the kid pulled out, turned her over and started slamming her doggie style. I moved around so I could see her face and started jerking like a man possessed. After about a two minutes I blew my load on the floor as my wife offered a laugh at my expense. Then she kept screaming and encouraging Michael to give her all he had. About 3 or 4 minutes later he exploded into her cunt and collapsed on top of her. They then locked in a powerful kiss and laid in each others arms.

I wasn’t sure what to do so I started to leave. “Wait a minute Randy,” Jenna said, “aren’t you going to thank Michael for making your boss so satisfied?”

Like a total jerk I faced Michael and said “Thank you sir. Jenna is very happy. Thank you.”

“Your welcome,” he responded. “She was so wonderful. I don’t know how the last guy she was with could give that up. He must have been one huge loser.” His smile told the story more than the words ever could.

I left the room and about 15 minutes later he left. I crawled upstairs were Jenna was waiting for me.

“Get in her Randy!” she bellowed. “I need a little bit of cleaning.”

I lowered my head and started licking Michael’s cum out of her pussy. Man this kid had some load. As I licked my wife it felt absolutely different than eating out the cum from Noreen and Lisa the previous night. I actually felt more excited as the offense was a thousand times stronger. Then Jenna said, “Ooh that feels good Randy. That kid sure didn’t know how to eat pussy. Audrey told me she liked the way you went down on her today too.”

Then she caught me off guard, “It looked like you enjoyed this as much as I did. You came so fast and hard. I guess this is going to be good for our marriage.,” Jenna stated.

I was stunned. I quickly retorted, “Honey, please lets stop and forget this weekend. It’s really not worth it.”

“Well it’s kind of late for that honey,” Jenna said. “Michael’s going away to college but he’ll be back. I told him not to say anything to anyone or I’ll cut him off but you know rumors will have to start flying. Plus, I really enjoyed this and I can’t wait to double team some guy with you after you drop a few pounds.”

“What about the kids honey,” I implored, “they can’t be exposed to this kind of stuff.”

“You’re right,” she said, “but I need more. Plus no matter what you say, you love it. I always knew you were perverted but I never imagined this. We will have to be more discreet, but this is something I need to continue.”

What could I say, she had spoken and her mind was made up. Plus she was right, I really did enjoy being dressed up like a woman and couldn’t wait to be in a real slutty outfit to see if could attract a guy, any guy.

“Don’t worry honey, this won’t be full time. But from now on, you will obey all that I say to you. That goes for Audrey, Noreen, Lisa and Marissa. They love that I feminized you and can’t wait to play some more. We’re going out with them tomorrow night.”

I finished cleaning my wife and leaned over to kiss her goodnight. She turned aside and let me kiss her on the cheek. I went to relax wondering what would be next.

I awoke Sunday morning and found out from Jenna that the we would pick up the kids at Dave and Audrey’s tonight on the way home. She also let me in on what was happening. We were going out with not only Noreen and Jim, but with Audrey and her friend Devon and his friends Tori and Sam. We were picking up Noreen and Jim and meeting the Audrey and the guys at a Bar/Restaurant about 50 miles from the house.

My wife laid out the clothes for me to wear. After a bath and a quick shave everywhere, I started to get dressed. Jenna decided to have me stand out as she laid out a red garter belt, stockings, bra and corset. A red leather mini skirt which stopped about mid thigh and a red and white stripped top. Three inch red heels and I was sure to stand out from the rest. My wife for her part was the sluttiest I had ever seen her. No panties, bra, stockings nothing. She wore a tight black spandex skirt which barely covered her pussy and when she sat down, her beaver was there for all to see. And her whit top basically wrapped around and held up her tits only. Her entire midriff was expose. Four inch heels and even more makeup than I had on completed the picture. She was a total slut and I sorely wanted to fuck her. At about 12:30 we went to Jim and Noreen’s house. Ten minutes later we picked them up and were on our way to meet Audrey and her studs.

Noreen started right away, “Jenna how was that young stud the last two nights?” she asked.

Jenna not being any kinder, “Oh my god he was so good. He pounded me so hard and fast, I can’t believe I was satisfied with what I had before,” she remarked.

Then Noreen turned to me and asked seriously, “And what about you Randy, did you get laid last night?”

“No,” I responded.

“Well don’t worry, you will tonight,” she said confirming my fears for the evening.

Jenna then informed me of the events to take place. “Randy, you and Jim will be a couple this evening. I want you to keep him happy. Me and Noreen have dates with Audrey’s friends Tori and Sam. If we like them, we’ll head back to Jim and Noreen’s to entertain. If we don’t, we’ll have you take care of them. You understand,” she finished.

I nodded my head knowingly and continued the drive. My mind wandered off as we neared the place. When we arrived, this restaurant was in the middle of nowhere. I noticed Audrey’s car and only about 5 more cars. I parked and we headed in.

Once inside I saw Audrey all slutted up in a tight miniskirt and low cut top exposing those big C Cups. Paying her all sorts of attention were three very big black men. The biggest one, I later would find out to be Sam was literally 6' 6" tall and about 275 lbs.. Simply a huge man, he had a short afro, and a goatee. He also had the darkest skin imaginable, almost blacker than black. Very intimidating, I was worried already. To Sam’s left with his hand on Audrey’s ass was Devon. He was 6' 4" about 240 lbs and bald and clean shaven. He was dark skinned as well. The other guy was Tori and at 6' 1" and a lean 190 lbs, the small one in the group. He was wearing a baseball cap over a short afro, had a mustache and no beard and had almost a coffee colored complexion. Audrey motioned to us and we walked on over.

As we headed over, Noreen and Jenna walked ahead and me and Jim fell behind them. At that point, Jim reached out and held my hand and startled me. Jim then said to me, “Noreen instructed me to treat you like my girlfriend.” I guess since I had already given him two blow jobs, what was the difference. Anyway we joined the group.

Introductions were made, and we all sat down with some takes. Sam and Jenna paired at one end of the table and Noreen and Tori at the other. In the middle on one side sat Audrey and Devon while me and Jim sat across from them. As everyone chatted, all the guys had their hands all over the girls. Jim then started to move his hand up my thigh. This felt extremely weird but thankfully the waiter brought us some more takes and appetizers and Jim stopped trying to feel me up.

As I looked around the place I began to notice that it started to fill up a bit. Not only that but nearly everybody was black. Being the situation we were in though, I figured what’s the difference. As the night went on, we periodically got up to dance. The guys were certainly not shy, feeling the girls up and fingering them right on the dance floor and at the table. At one point I glanced over at my wife. She had Sam’s tongue down her throat. He was fingering her pussy and she was massaging his crotch. Audrey and Noreen were in similar positions. All of a sudden Jim moved over and started kissing me. I was startled but kissed back. He was making out with me! And I was kissing back! Then the meal finally came and everyone stopped.

Sam looked over at me and Jim and asked, “So how long have you been dating?”

I looked back incredulously and responded, “We just met.”

“I guess there’s someone for everybody,” he said as was interrupted by my wife.

Jenna leaned over to Sam and whispered in his ear. “No cuckolds brownie,” he said as he laughed

“Hey man, after I tear up your wife, maybe I’ll give you something to remember.”

After dinner it was apparent that the girls were happy so we got in the cars and left. Audrey and Devon left in her car, Tori and Noreen went in Tori’s car and me and Jim and Jenna and Sam went in my car for the fifty minute trek to Noreen and Jim’s house.

The whole way back, Sam and Jenna were going at it in the back seat. After about 5 minutes, Jenna was sucking Sam’s dick. I viewed it through the rear view mirror. What a monster cock this guy had. It was about 11 inches long, but it was easily the thickest cock I had ever seen or imagined. Jenna was working him over but he was barking out the orders. “C’mon slut, you can do better than that. I bet your sissy slut husband up there suck’s a better dick. Lick my balls you filthy cunt, I was told you were an amazing piece of pussy looking for a black master, you best do a better job if you want to see me again.”

Jenna responded by picking up the pace as best she could, but fitting his whole unit was a tough task. But she did not quit and 35 minutes later Sam blew his load into her mouth. It started leaking out the sides of her mouth. “Don’t waste that slut!” Sam screamed, “Treasure every drop, or I may not give you anymore, understand.”

Jenna nodded and said, “Yes sir, I’m sorry.”

“Okay then,” he responded, “You sure do give the effort baby. In a month, you may be a quality whore for me. Would you like that?” he asked.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed immediately, “I would love to be your whore.”

“One of my whores pig, one of my whores,” he stated.

“Anything baby,” she begged, “That’s the greatest cock in the world.”

Was this really happening? I couldn’t believe my ears. Meanwhile Jim had moved his hand under my skirt and was rubbing my cock. Holy Shit! I moved around uncomfortably and pushed his hand away but he continued to give me the member massage. I pulled into Noreen and Jim’s driveway and quickly hopped out of the car. Jim followed quickly and grabbed my ass.

As I pushed his hand away I asked him quietly out of Sam and Jenna’s earshot, “What the fuck are you doing, Noreen ain’t here yet, cut it out.”

Jim responded, “Randy, I never get laid. Those blow jobs were fantastic. I was hoping that maybe we could fuck tonight, I’m real horny.”

I shook my head in stunned amazement. Was he hitting on me. Did I sound that stupid when I used to hit on women? “Listen Jim,” I said as I moved away, “I know how stupid I look and I know what happened Friday night but believe me, I don’t want you at all. Are you fucking crazy?”

Jim responded, “Randy, I need to get laid. You look good in that outfit and you’re a good cocksucker. The girls won’t get mad, they’ll like it believe me.”

He was still trying to get me in bed. I couldn’t believe it. I gave him a one word answer, “No!” and looked at my wife as she and Sam were making out again. Then Noreen and Tori pulled up and everyone got out of the car and walked inside. Once inside, I was instructed to get everyone some holy water and sat down with Jim.

Sam looked at Jenna and said, “Alright slut, get that tight little white ass over here now.”

Jenna looked at Sam with puppy dog eyes and strutted on over towards him. She looked so hot and slutty. Her hair was all messy and her skirt was all bunched up and you could see the bottom of her ass as she moved towards Sam.

Sam then announced, “This lovely young slut told me tonight that she has never before been fucked by a black cock. A matter of fact, she sucked her first black cock on the ride over here and did a very nice job after some urging by me. So now, for everyone to see we’re gonna fuck this white bitch silly. Alright my new plaything, suck your master.”

Jenna immediately descended to her knees, undid his pants and took out his monster cock. She started slowly sucking his big black dick as it expanded in her mouth. Then Tori got up and moved towards my wife, undoing his pants as he neared her. He then laid on his back in front of my wife.

Sam then instructed Jenna, “Tori here is gonna be the first black cock in that tight white pussy. Now fuck him good, your representing your master when you fuck others, don’t disappoint me.”

Jenna slowly lowered herself over Tori. As I looked intently at this wonderful stud I noted his 9" hard cock and its thickness (almost twice as thick as mine, which was as hard as ever) as I watched my wife wince as she slowly impaled her cunt around his cock. After an initial wince of pain, her eyes were full of lust and she quickly picked up the pace as she fucked him harder and faster with each passing second.

In the background I noticed Sam walking towards my wife from behind. No way he could be doing what I thought he would be doing. He reached Jenna and pushed her forward while Tori’s dick remained in her pussy. He then motioned to me and said, “Slut girl, get your ass over here and lick the slut’s ass for me.”

I immediately moved over and licked my wife’s tight little anus with a lustful vigor and fear of what Sam’s enormous tool was going to do to Jenna’s body. Sam motioned me away and started slowly stuffing that cock into her ass as she screamed in pain. But I noticed that no matter how painful it was, she did not resist her new master. Sam could not get his entire manhood in getting only bout eight inches in at most, but he did start to fuck with some amazing speed for that tight a fit.

Sam then motioned to Noreen to give Jenna something to “muff” that scream. Noreen stood over Tori with her pussy in my wife’s face. Jenna instantly began to lick Noreen’s pussy as Jim once again reached over and stroked my cock. My dick was hard as a rock and responding to Jim’s stimuli as I watched my wife take these two huge dicks.

Then Noreen said to me, “Don’t let Jenna have all the fun, bend over Randy.”

I looked at Jenna who took the time to nod my way and knew it was inevitable. Jim had already gotten behind me and was eating out my ass as I started to jerk on my rock hard cock. He then entered into me and fucked like a 15 year old in his first piece of pussy. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked again, but luckily Jim was done in less than three minutes. When he was done, I guess out of habit he licked his cum from my ass. I was now a true bitch.

Meanwhile, Jenna continued to be used by those two massive cocks. Sweat poured from her brow as she now was pushing back into Sam whose dick was now another inch into her ass. Just then Tori came into my wife who moaned in excitement. Tori moved out from under Jenna and Noreen began to lick his cock clean leaving my wife’s ass an Sam’s dick alone. He started to thrust harder and harder as his manhood seeped deeper and deeper into Jenna’s ass. Her screams grew louder as Sam’s cock finally completely disappeared into her body. Mercifully he came deep inside her as my wife was near tears.

After exiting he looked at me and said, “Clean up this skanky bitch queer.”

I went over to my wife and began eating her pussy making sure to get as much of Tori’s seed as possible. Then I moved around to her ass for what was the must disgusting site I had ever seen. Just Friday I had eaten cum out of the asses of Noreen and her sister Lisa but that their asses were clean otherwise. Jenna’s ass had her cuckolds brownie all over the place and red as well. I started to move away but Sam would have no part of that.

Sam screamed, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get in there and clean her out or you will be one sorry she-male lady fucker!”

What could I do. I buried my face in my wife’s beaten ass and cemented my fate as a complete and total slut, gay, pig loser. It took close to ten minutes to clean her with my tongue.

Sam and Tori left and my wife looked at me and laughed. “Randy,” she said, “that was the most amazing time I’ve ever had in my life. I’m never going back to our old life.”

We left and went to Audrey and Dave’s to get the kids. Neither one of us could walk normally as our asses had been pounded silly. Dave laughed as we loaded the kids in the car and headed home. My life could never be the same again.

France a déposé Mich à la gare. Elle est sur le chemin du retour. Le feu au creux de mister ventre se consume toujours, suite aux attouchements de mister mari. Elle glisse une main entre ses cuisses, et se caresse.
"Oh ma petite chatte, tu es toute mouillée et excitée. Maman va s'occuper de toi quand on va arriver".
A peine garée dans la cour, France s'éjecte carrément de la voiture. Arrivé dans le salon, elle jette mister sac sur le canapé, et monte à sa chambre en faisant voler mini jupe et petit haut. Elle file à la table de nuit, et en sort un énorme gode. Elle s'allonge sur le lit, jambes écartées. Elle fait courir le phallus le long de sa fente, écarte ses lèvres humides, caresse mister bouton, puis l'enfonce dans sa chatte.
"Allez ma chérie, régale toi".
Pendant ces moments de pénétrations, France revit ses aventures érotiques. Gérard, mais surtout Guy, le deuxième amour de sa vie après Mich. Celui qui, sexuellement, lui a apporté le plus. Celui qui a su se servir de mister corps comme permisterne. C’est sur la vision de mister visage, qu'elle a un orgasme terrible.
"Oui..oui Guy, hurle-t-elle. Oh mon dieu. Voilà, tu es toute sale maintenant. Allez, au bain".

Soudain, la misternerie de la porte retenti.
"Tiens, qui cela peut-il être ?"
Elle regarde par l'œil de bœuf, et aperçoit un jeune black planté devant la porte, torse nu, vêtue simplement d'un short.
-Oui, demande-t-elle. C'est pourquoi ?
-S’cusez moi Madame, Puis-je avoir une bouteille d'eau pour ma voiture. Je crois quelle chauffe.
Le quartier est assez bien fréquenté. France n'a pas de raimister de s'inquiéter. Elle ouvre. Le jeune homme écarte des yeux d'admirations en voyant la superbe femme qui est devant lui, dans une tenue qui ne cache rien des merveilleux appâts. France aussi a remarqué la bosse sur le short, à la hauteur du sexe.
-Je vous en prie jeune homme, dit France. Venez à la cuisine, servez-vous.
-Merci Madame.
Une fois la bouteille remplie, le jeune black remercie encore une fois, et quitte la villa.
-Ne vous gênez pas, dit France. Si vous avez besoin.
Effectivement; le jeune réapparait. La tenue de France n'a pas changé, sauf que l'ouverture du peignoir est un peu plus large. Le jeune black le remarque. Il s'avance derrière elle, et pose une main sur sa cuisse. France sursaute.
-Ben, çà va pas, je ne suis pas celle que vous croyez.. Je suis mariée. J'ai deux enfants. Levez vôtre main s'il vous plait, ou je crie.
-Mais Madame, je ne vais pas vous mangez.
Non seulement, il ne lève pas sa main, mais il remonte d'avantage sou le peignoir. Il arrive à la naissance de la fente.
-Assez, gronde-t-elle, çà suffit. Sortez..
Mais pourquoi n'essaie-t-elle pas de le repousser plus énergiquement.
-Je vous en prie, tremble-t-elle, amis qui êtes-vous.
-Je m'appelle Moussa Madame, Moussa, j'ai dix neuf ans aujourd'hui.
France commence à perdre pieds. D'autant qu'un doigt fait des va et vient sur la fente humide, remontant jusqu'au clitoris. C'est un pro.
-Oh non, pas là, je vous en prie, murmure-t-elle.
-Pourquoi vous n’aimez pas, répond-il sur de lui.
-Si justement, çà me paralyse quand on me caresse à cet endroit. Surtout que vous me l'avez tout décalotté.
D'un geste, France dénoue mister peignoir, et le fait glisser au sol. Elle est entièrement nue. Elle passe une main dans le dos, écarte le short à l'entre jambe, et sort les attributs du jeune black. La queue est colossale, le gland entièrement décalotté, est énorme.
"Oh mon dieu, pourquoi tant de différence entre mâles. Pauvre Mich, si tu voyais çà"
L'autre main du jeune noir caresse un sein, en fait rouler le bout entre ses doigts.
-Hum, glousse France. Vous avez l'air de savoir vous servir d'une femme. Prenez-moi là, tout de suite.
En un tour de main, Moussa se débarrasse de mister short, et attire France sur le canapé. Il la power à s'asseoir sur lui Les jambes totalement écartées, elle s'empale sur la bite du black.
-Aieee, salaud. Quelle queue. Putain, vas-y, nique moi.
-Toi aussi Madame tu as un gros trou. Tu as avalé toute ma bite. Tu as du en prendre des coups de queues, hein?
-Tais toi, baise moi je te dis, t'arrêtes pas. Tu aimerai pas faire jouir une blanche, l'entendre crier. Comme tu m'écartes. ha...oui, que c'est bon. Tu me défonce salaud.

Ils n'entendent pas la porte d'entrée qui vient de s'ouvrir.
-Moussa, mais où es-tu, je commence à m'impatienter.
-Je suis là Julia, répond-il.
Julia s'avance et découvre la scène.
-Mais qu'est-ce-que tu fais, tu es fou.
-Vous voyez pas qu'il est en train de me tirer, gémit France. Laissez-le me finir, s'il vous plait.
-Ben dit donc, tu ne t’emmerdes pas mon cochon, quel morceau.
-Et qu'est-ce-qu'elle est bonne. Regarde comme elle bouge mister cul la pute.
-Tu m'enculeras après, supplie France. Tant pis si tu me déchires.
Julia s'avance. Elle saisit France par la nuque, et lui un baiser torride. Elle glisse une main entre les cuisses, et excite le clitoris. Elle le pince.
-Tu mouilles petite salope, sourit Julia. Tu aimes de la faire mettre, hein?
-S'il vous plait, faites moi jouir, implore France. Amusez vous avec moi. Ouiii, comme çà, oui. haaaa.
-Entends comme elle couine frangin, poursuit Julia. Elle aime les grosses queues de blacks. On lui offrira un gode de cette taille. Vas-y, encule là cette pute.
Julia se déshabille, s'assied sur le canapé, écarte ses superbes jambes pour bien dégager sa chatte, et power France à se pencher entre ses cuisses.
-Tiens, regarde dit-elle, çà c'est du clitoris. Même les blacks mistert mieux montées que les blanches. Allez, suce-le.
Pendant ce temps, Moussa pointe mister engin à l'entrée du petit trou de France, et commence une lente pénétration.
-Aie, c'est gros, soupire-t-elle. Vas-y doucement.
De la sueur perle sur mister front. Elle fixe Julia qui lui sourit pour l'encourager. Elle sent une énorme masse lui frotter les fesses. C'est les couilles de Moussa, çà y est, la queue est en place. Il commence ses va et vient.
-Comme il m'encule, oh putain. C'est la première fois que je prends un coup de queue comme çà. Que c'est bon de se faire sodomiser par une grosse bite.
Julia lui prend la tête, et la place entre ses cuisses.
-Tu as oublié, dit-elle. Allez, bouffe-moi la chatte. Je vais te doigter pendant ce temps.
C'est Moussa qui jouit en premier dans un râle de félin. Il n'en fini pas d'éjaculer dans les entrailles de France. Julia arrive en second, en envoyant des coups de reins dans la bouche de France. Et enfin, le plus terrible, l'orgasme de France qui hurle de plaisirs.

France est réveillée par l'eau de la baignoire qu'elle commence à avaler. Elle s'éjecte carrément en éclaboussant la salle de bains. Elle glisse une main entre ses cuisses, et la retire pleine de mouille. Elle passe une serviette, et court au salon.
-Moussa, Julia.
Aucune réponse.
"Oh mon dieu, quel rêve, que c'était bon. Comme j'ai joui"
Elle prend enfin une douche. Elle revient en veste peignoir quand la misternerie retenti.
"Tiens, qui cela peut-li être" se dit-elle en ouvrant.
-Un colis pour vous Madame, signez là s'il vous plait. Merci.
C'est un colis de la taille d'une boite de chaussure. Elle l'ouvre, et là, surprise. Un énorme gode noir d'environ vingt cinq centimètres, posé sur un tissu en soie. Celui qu'elle préfère. Un sourire éclaire mister visage. Elle le frotte contre sa fente encore humide.
"Alors ma petite chatte chérie, on l'essaie maintenant, ou on attend ce soir. D'accord, on attend ce soir. Allez, on va téléphoner à papa.

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Angela's Diary



May 4

It began on a jog. Just as simple and as commonplace as
that. It was a lovely Tuesday afternoon in early spring
and I was out running with my dog Charlie, like we do
every day. We had gone half a mile to the nearest park
and then a mile and a half around the different paths,
and then we took the long way home, so we'd covered
about four miles in all. Just a normal day's run, with
me setting the pace and Charlie keeping up effortlessly
at my side. And after those four miles, we were less
than 200 feet from home when my life changed forever.

I ought to tell you a little about myself and my family
first. My name is Angela Reeves and I'm 35 years old.
My husband Tim and I came from the wrong side of the
tracks, I guess you'd say. We were both lower-middle
class when we met in high school, and we dated a while.
It was nothing serious for either of us, but when he
got me pregnant at the end of senior year we both
decided to see if we could make a go of it and we got
married.

I had sort of vague plans to go on to college for
business, but it didn't break my heart when I had to
get a job to support Tim and the baby, our mister David,
as Tim went to school. Tim was always more driven than
I was and more intelligent (I'm not a dummy, and I'm
really sharp with people, but Tim's very smart) and he
had earned a partial academic scholarship to the
University of Minnesota. So while he got his degree in
architecture, I worked in a variety of more-or-less
menial jobs and had another baby, a lovely girl we
named Laurel. It all paid off when Tim got a great job
at a prestigious firm right out of college and we moved
into a beautiful house in Edina, an upscale suburb of
Minneapolis.

Even then, I made a point to keep myself in the best
shape I could (it was a lot easier when I was 19 than
35, I'll tell you that). I was a cheerleader in school
and had the cheerleader's build: long legs, flat tummy,
perky tits that filled out a sweater but weren't huge,
blonde hair that came down past my shoulders.

After David was born I did put on a little weight but I
worked hard to take it off and I managed it, except
that my boobs got a cup bigger and didn't lose any size
when I dropped the baby weight. The weight came off a
little faster after Laurel, but my chest gained half a
size then too, so by now I have a hell of an impressive
pair of tits, if I do say so myself.

I'm not exactly one to show off most of the time (at
least I wasn't until recently) but I do confess that
with my tits has grown an affection for low-cut blouses
and shirts that show plenty of cleavage. You know the
saying: if ya got 'em, flaunt 'em before they hit your
knees.

Tim has always been a fantastic man and a wonderful
husband. He's handsome, smart, hard working, clever,
and a good companion. He's always been there for me
when I needed a shoulder to lean on or an ear to
listen. He gives some of the best advice I've ever
heard, but he doesn't do so casually like too many
people do. He's always been eager to share his part of
the burdens of parenthood, from changing diapers to
working on school projects to attending soccer games.
He's never been close with David (and in the past few
years nobody could be) but he and Laurel have been
inseparable since she came out of my womb. He's a great
man.

Tim does his share around the house and does it
willingly and well. He's driven professionally, and
he's an up and coming architect who's developing both a
great reputation and a very profitable business. He's a
great provider, good enough that the family can live
comfortably without me having to have a job. What he
isn't, at least for me, is a great lover. When we got
together we were just kids, after all, and neither of
us knew any better. Sure it seemed fun, but then
everything like that does when you're 17.

We kept up a sort of intimacy for a couple of years
after we were married, but it sort of sputtered out
when I was pregnant with Laurel and it never really re-
ignited. Oh, we'd still have sex occasionally, but
there was never passion behind it. It was just another
form of companionship, that was all. It's not that he's
physically unattractive – he's tall and strong, fit as
a fiddle (he runs marathons) and he has a face that
I've always thought could have been on a Hollywood
actor, not leading man good looking but with an
incredible amount of strength, character, and kindness.
His hair was always dark, dark brown but over the last
year or so it's started to get shot with gray in a way
that makes him look smarter and more distinguished even
than he is.

There's something wonderful about his eyes, like he's
always laughing inside even when things are bad. And
damn, but his ass looks good! It's just that we didn't
have a spark between us and I never really felt a lot
of desire once I had the kids.

It was sort of a shame, really. When I had my first few
boyfriends in high school I was positively voracious,
and when I first started going out with Tim I used to
fuck his brains out every chance I got. But when the
passion between us died, my libido more or less died
too. I got lost in raising the kids and keeping the
house and being a good wife and lady and pretty much
forgot my pussy even existed. Well... all right, not
completely.

About eight years ago I had a three-week fling with a
guy I met in a bookstore. I'm not proud of it, but it
was passionate and vibrant and all the things that Tim
isn't – with me – and maybe I needed it to remind me I
was still alive from the waist down. Or maybe that's
just a bullcuckolds brownie excuse. Anyway, I ended it when the
guilt got bigger than the lust and I've lived with the
secret ever since, until recently – and then I found
out that Tim wasn't precisely faithful to me all the
time we were married anyway. But I'm getting ahead of
myself.

It was a good time for us, those first few years after
Tim got out of school. We were making money and the
babies were adorable. David was a terrific kid back
then, but even then he had a mischievous streak, and a
mean streak that I tried to tame out of him. He was
huggy and lovey most of the time, sure, but sometimes
he'd hit Laurel or the cat we had then, Snippy. When he
wasn't doing that he was stacking up furniture to climb
onto the top shelves of closets or hiding Laurel's
favorite toy or, once, filling my favorite pair of
shoes with shampoo.

I tried to break him of that kind of thing but I never
managed it, I only made him get better at covering it
up. I guess, honestly, I blinded myself to how bad he
was getting (a lady's love and all that). By the time
he was eight or nine the other parents in the
neighborhood were complaining of how David was acting
around their youngren, either bullying them or serving
as a poor role model.

When he was 11 I had to talk the school out of
expelling him for doing something (I never did figure
out quite what) that led to a girl a year younger than
him being stripped of her pants in the hallway between
classes; he claimed he had tripped and accidentally
caught them on the way down – a lie, but I believed it
at the time. When he was 13 he was arrested for being
in a group of kids that vandalized the car of one of
their former teachers, though David was released
without charges (after Tim pulled some strings) because
he didn't actually do any of the vandalism himself.

A year later a 16 year old girl claimed that he had
gotten her pregnant, and while he didn't deny relaxing
with the little tramp, the test proved that he wasn't
the man. By the time he was 15 he was running with a
very tough group of kids, most of whom were a couple of
years older – but David was both strong and smart and
he had made themselves their leader. They weren't a
gang, really, but they were bad kids who were up to no
good, and it wasn't long before I banned them from the
house.

Last year came a flurry of allegations, from beating up
other kids to selling Ecstasy to joyriding, but none of
them stuck... not to David, at least. A couple of times
someone else from his group of friends took the fall,
but David always had an excuse, an alibi, someone
(usually a girl infatuated with his looks and his
charm) who would swear he was somewhere else when
everything went down.

I guess the point is that David was a bad kid, a
terrible kid, a borderline sociopath, and by the time
he was 17 I knew it. He had his man's smarts, a
mixture of Tim's and my good looks, and the easy way I
have of talking to people. At 6'2" he was an inch
taller than Tim, with the kind of athletic build that
drives girls (and women) absolutely crazy. His face was
handsome in a way that was almost pretty, and when he
put those big blue eyes on you he could talk you into
almost anything.

His laugh was easy and infectious, and he knew from an
early age how to get what he wanted with words. As he
grew up and grew strong he also learned how to take
what he wanted when words weren't enough. People always
looked to him for leadership almost from instinct, and
even after most people had learned what kind of permister
he was and drifted away, a few would always be there to
do his bidding.

When everything started with the dog and all I learned
he'd lost his virginity at 12 to the pretty female
letter carrier we had at that time, and since then he'd
slept with just about every female he wanted, including
several teachers and half a dozen of the respectable
housewives in the neighborhood. David always had an eye
for older women, I guess. If he'd have just had a shred
of decency or kindness in him, those traits could all
have been put to good use, but he didn't and they
weren't.

Laurel, in contrast, has always been the model young.
Smart, perceptive, utterly kind and gentle, slow to
anger and quick to forgive, caring and extremely girly,
she was the flower that any lady would have wanted.
She was cute as a girl, with her man's light brown
hair, but she got her height early and her face got the
awkwardness that a lot of teen girls have, where she
got the bone structure that would make her gorgeous as
a woman but still lacked the fullness and texture that
would make her anything but a gawky teen.

She got her boobs early, though, which helped with her
popularity (boys will be boys, after all, and I can
hardly blame them because she's 15 and her tits are
already nearly as big as mine are after I had two
kids!) and her winning permisterality took care of the
rest. She's always been surrounded by friends – real
friends, not minions like David has – and she's always
gone from one activity to the next, almost effortlessly
being a champion at dance, then horseback riding, then
piano, then French, then archery... well, you get the
picture. Whatever she tried, she was wonderful at.

She'd had boyfriends of one sort or another since she
was 12, but she was never serious about any of them and
kept her virginity until just recently. What I didn't
realize before a few months ago was that there are
other aspects to her permisterality, ones I really
couldn't have guessed at. But, again, I'm getting ahead
of the story.

There's one other member of the family that needs to be
mentioned, because he started all this: Charlie, our
three year old Weimaraner. We got him as a gift when he
was just a puppy, and with me being home all the time I
was able to train him well. I'd never had a dog before
– never even been around them much – but when I got
Charlie I found my first real passion outside of
ladyhood, maybe ever.

Right from the beginning I loved that dog almost as
much as either of my youngren, and he bonded with me in
a very special way. That's not to say that he doesn't
love the rest of the family, because he does, but I'm
his very best friend in the world. He hates to be more
than a few feet away from me, so within a couple of
weeks of getting him I was used to him following me
from room to room, watching whatever I did, constantly
wanting petting and play from me, relaxing on the bed
curled up at my feet, and generally being the best
companion I've ever had.

He was easy to train and eager to please, and even
though he never learned more than a couple of tricks
(he's too stubborn for that) he obeys me instantly...
mostly. It got to the point where I couldn't imagine
life without my big, playful, loving buddy. And he's an
absolutely beautiful dog, big and powerful, and he's a
longhair which is kind of rare for the breed. We didn't
dock his tail (I think that's cruel) and so it's long
and fluffy and, I admit, prone to knocking things off
tables.

To get on with it, as I mentioned before I was just
coming home from my daily run with Charlie. I love
these runs because not only do they keep me in shape,
they also give me a chance to let the dog do some
running of his own, and like all Weimaraners he loves
to run at every chance. It was the first week of May,
but warmer than usual (for Minnesota).

If I remember right it was in the lower eighties and
the sun was shining bright. Both Charlie and I had
worked up quite a sweat, in my case despite the fact
that I was wearing only Lycra running shorts and a
cropped halter that left my tummy exposed (and, of
course, a jogging bra to keep my girls from smacking me
in the face).

We were walking by then, both of us strolling the last
block and a half to cool down, when Charlie went
absolutely gonzo. He jerked so hard at the leash that
he nearly pulled me clean off my feet, and he strained
hard to get onto the lawn of my neighbor from two doors
down, a woman named Molly Andermister.

Molly and her husband are young near-newlyweds, both of
them around 27 or 28 and married just last year. Her
husband Chuck travels a lot on business, leaving Molly
at home; in fact, she works from home doing wedding
planning. She's a complete doll. She's shorter than I
am – I don't think she comes to 5'2" in tennis shoes,
whereas I'm closer to 5'8" – and she's got a trim build
and hair the color of Godiva dark chocolate. She's got
a pretty face – her eyes are big and dark brown and her
nose is as perky as could be... in fact, "perky" just
about describes her all over, since she's chronically
energetic, optimistic and friendly. We get along great.

The thing is, to keep from being lonely, Molly had got
herself a puppy – a golden retriever bitch named Nosey.
Nosey is a great dog and she and Charlie always got
along well, but now something was different. Nosey was
in the side yard, stuck inside the fence, and Charlie
was fighting to reach her. Now normally Charlie obeys
me when I tell him something, but this time I was
shouting his name like an idiot and he completely
ignored me, just dragging me behind him like I had no
choice in the matter. In fact, he nearly dislocated my
shoulder, he was dragging me so hard. When he got to
the fence he engaged in a mighty round of sniffing, and
Nosey seemed to be giving him access to her rear end to
get all the smell he wanted to.

OK, call me dense, but I still hadn't figured it out.
Charlie had never acted this way before, and like I
mentioned, this was the first time I had ever really
been around dogs. Their sexuality had never occurred to
me before (even though I had always found the feel of
Charlie's fur against my hand or my leg to be very
sensual) and it wasn't occurring to me now. "Dammit,
Charlie, come on," I gasped, pulling fruitlessly at the
leash. "Get away from there now before..."

My words were cut off as Charlie crouched and, with one
bound, cleared the fence that separated him from Nosey.
I let go of the leash just in time to avoid getting
slammed into the chain link, but I did let out a loud
yelp of surprise and pain. "CHARLIE!"

For all my faithful dog listened to me, I may as well
have been miles away. He and Nosey were sniffing each
other and that was all they were interested in. Then
from a window I heard Molly's cheerful voice say, "Uh
oh, looks like somebody caught the scent. Try and keep
them apart and I'll be right out."

Keeping them apart was easier tried than accomplished,
however, especially from the wrong side of the fence. I
still didn't know what Charlie was so worked up about –
yes, I was that naïve, but also it had happened so
suddenly I didn't have time to think – when Molly came
out her door. Just then, however, Nosey struck a pose
with her rear legs apart and her tail in the air, and
just like that Charlie jumped up on her, locking his
forelimbs about her waist and...

And then I figured it out. The revelation hit me like a
physical blow. Honestly, it felt like something huge
and soft and very warm slamming into me from head to
toe, and I actually staggered half a step backward.
Charlie was starting to hunch on Nosey, his rear
thrusting as he tried to find her pussy. *Find her
pussy...* The fact of that made me blush so hard that I
got lightheaded.

And then Molly was there, laughing good-naturedly as
she yanked on Nosey's collar. "Come on, give me a hand
here," she told me happily. "Charlie's a big, horny
boy!"

Charlie was a big, horny boy. I felt the world swirling
around me, but I stepped forward like I was told and
managed to grab my dog's leash. With both feet braced
and against the fence and leaning with all my weight
the other way as Molly dragged Nosey ***ly away
from the mating, I was able to keep Charlie from
chasing. Barely. But I was red from the top of my head
to my toenails.

"Sorry," Molly chuckled as she dragged and shoved Nosey
to the house. "I didn't realize she was in heat. This
is her first time."

"Her first time," I nodded, not even really aware I was
saying anything.

"Yeah," Molly said. "We want to breed her so we haven't
had her fixed yet. We didn't think she'd mature this
early, but apparently her smell brings all the boys
running."

I managed a laugh, though I was still strangely
flustered in spite of the fact that I wasn't quite sure
why. I could feel my whole body alive with tension,
which I assumed was just from the sudden adrenaline of
being dragged across a yard and fighting a dog who was
considerably stronger than I was. "I guess it does," I
replied. "We were thinking about breeding Charlie too
once or twice and then having him neutered. It seems
only fair to let him have something before..."

"Oh definitely, imagine a whole life as a virgin!"
Molly laughed as she shoved her dog inside and closed
the door, remaining outside with me. Her eyes drifted
down and her laugh got a little deeper. "Looks like
Charlie doesn't want to die without getting some
either."

I followed her look, and then I saw it: my dog's cock.
It was red and shining and the tip that was protruding
from his gray, furry sheath was beveled and strange
looking. I stared for a moment, transfixed beyond any
reamisterable explanation, and then I laughed again.
"Well, that's embarrassing," I said, though I wasn't
sure even to myself who should be embarrassed or why.

"It's perfectly natural," Molly grinned as she trotted
across the yard to me. "Once they get the smell they
can't help themselves. Men are the same no matter what
species. Here, give me the leash and I'll walk him
around to the gate." I did, feeling strangely...
abstracted, I suppose, as though I was dreaming.

She walked away and I watched her go with Charlie,
though all I really had eyes for was his heavy,
dangling furry balls between his hind legs and the hard
red bit of cock that was still showing. With a weird
cross between numbness and utter vibrancy I went slowly
around to the other side of the house, where Molly was
just opening the gate. "Careful," she told me with a
smile. "He tried to hump my leg a second ago."

"How embarrassing," I said again, only this time it was
about me – I realized that my nipples were hard,
achingly so, and pressing against the inside of my
tight jogging bra. I took the leash, muttered a quick
goodbye, and hurried home. Charlie gave several looks
over his shoulder at where Nosey had been, as well as a
tug or two on the leash and a soft whine, but he let
himself be led.

My stomach was so full of butterflies as we walked
those last 200 feet that I thought I might throw up. I
was dizzy from what I'd seen, I was flushed and hot and
cold at the same time, I felt like running again and
jumping and my nipples were hard as rubies...

My pussy was wet. God, it was dripping! I could feel
it, feel it itching, wanting, empty between my legs,
and once more the image came to me of Charlie latching
on to Nosey's waist as he mounted her. His grip was so
strong and his tail was up. His back had bowed into an
arch and he had begun to thrust that wet red cock at
her willing, warm body, trying to get into her, trying
to find her tight little dog cunt so he could fill her
with his cum and give her puppies –

I gasped, and instantly felt both conscious and a
little ashamed for what I realized was happening. I was
turned on by watching my dog almost fuck the neighbor
dog! And I wasn't just aroused, I was on fire in a way
that I hadn't been since my three-week affair eight
years before... no, I corrected myself immediately, not
even then had I been this hot.

The movement of my nipples inside my bra, slight as it
was, was driving me insane, and I felt the absolute
need to have something, anything, touch me between my
thighs, a need that had never been nearly this intense
before. I was so fucking horny that if I didn't cum
soon, I was going to lose my mind.

Guilt was brushed aside, and so was rational thought. I
fumred with the keys to open the door, and once I got
it open and took the leash off Charlie took off like a
bolt through the house the way he always does, running
to check to make sure the place was still secure. I had
to get upstairs to the bedroom – no, fuck that, I had
to cum, I had to cum NOW!

Somewhere between the door and the sofa I lost my shirt
and my bra. I don't even remember taking them off, I
just remember an overpowering need to be naked. I do
recall hooking my fingers into the waist of my shorts
and pulling them down, mostly because of the way they
stuck to my pussy and the way the air felt against it
when I bared it. I was so hot that even the warm spring
air felt cool against my cunt. I flung myself onto the
sofa in just my shoes and socks and my hand went
between my legs.

It's all a jumble, but I know I came almost the instant
my palm touched my clit. A little part of my mind
marveled at how hard that little nub was, like a
miniature cock, but that just set off a round of
pictures in my head of Charlie's cock sticking out of
its sheath and him humping Nosey and the way his
hindquarters moved so fast as he tried to get himself
buried in her eager body –

I know I screamed when I came. I know because minutes
later, when I finally felt enough myself to open my
eyes and look around blearily, my throat was sore.

"Jesus," I muttered, feeling the afterglow still mellow
and wonderful upon me. "My god. I've never... I never
even thought..."

I heard a tail thumping and I looked down. Charlie was
lying on the floor at my feet, staring up at me in the
same dumb adoration he always has when he looks at me.
His tongue was lolling out and his eyes were bright,
and he was still breathing heavily from the run.

"You," I whispered, still in awe of what I was feeling,
what he had made me feel. "What was that? What did I
do?" I was sitting with my legs splayed, naked, one
hand still resting limply in my lap and the other
moving slowly and gently against my left nipple even
though I couldn't remember putting it there in the
first place. But my nipples were still hard enough to
cut glass and just the feel of my fingertips against
one was sending shivers through me, pushing the
afterglow aside and slowly, gradually, rebuilding the
fires in my stomach and in my pussy.

I shifted the hand in my lap and was awed at how wet it
was; it felt like I'd peed myself, but I knew from the
smell that it was all my sex, the smell of me being a
woman, and a horny one (horny like Nosey, my mind
whispered, and I couldn't help but wonder how my scent
was compared to hers). I didn't want to move much, but
I did manage to lift my left foot enough to rub
Charlie's neck with the toe of my shoe, and he pressed
against the contact happily.

I had just had the best orgasm of my life, I realized,
and I had had it because of Charlie, because of what he
did and what I saw. The realization of it hit me at
once, of course, because of the sheer abnormality of
it, and I knew I should have felt guilty about getting
so hot about watching a pair of dogs almost do the
nasty. In fact, I did feel a tiny twinge of guilt way
down, but I was too horny for it to last or for me to
concentrate on it.

The guilt came later. Right then I was lost in a fugue
of lust and desire and sheer sensation like I had never
even suspected existed. And Charlie was the cause of it
all.

Charlie. I stared at him through heavy, half-lidded
eyes and felt something growing inside me that I'd
never felt before and couldn't identify. It was hot and
hard and needful, and it was centered in the pit of my
stomach and the deepest parts of my sex, but it was in
other places too, in my heart and throbbing in my head.
It made me horny, yes, but it was much more than that
too because it made me feel full and finished in a way
that I never had.

It was like I was a jigsaw puzzle and I'd been walking
around my whole life missing a piece without knowing
it, and then suddenly that piece was clicked into place
and I felt whole for the first time since the day I was
born. And before I even realized it, my eyes had
dropped closed again and my hand was moving against my
pussy, stroking my wet lips and letting my palm and the
heel of my hand gyrate ever so gently against my clit.

I was going to cum again, I knew, and this one wouldn't
be as immediate or pressing as the last one but it
would be harder and more... transformative. I knew that
without even having to think about it.

I let my fingers move over my lips, feeling my heat,
feeling my juices, feeling how incredibly and insanely
wet I was. Had I ever been this wet? I hadn't even
thought I could get this wet. My juices were hot and
aromatic and they had wetted my pubic hair and further
up, nearly to my navel, and further down the insides of
my thighs halfway to my knees. The couch was a mess,
but the couch was leather with plenty of treatment on
it so I knew it wouldn't stain... as if I was even
thinking about that then.

With two fingers I pressed my lips open, and I gasped
loudly at the way I felt. I've always loved the
contrast of the sensation when I touch myself, the way
my inner lips feel different from my outer lips and the
way my wetness feels on different parts of my body.
Part of me wanted to take my time and make this last as
long as I could make it last, but I knew that I wasn't
capable of holding back that long. I had another orgasm
in me and it was going to get out sooner rather than
later.

I felt Charlie's tongue on my thigh. It was long and
thick, strong but profoundly flexible, and it lapped at
my juices about three inches below my pussy. I can't
even tell you how it felt. You know that a dog's tongue
is rougher than a permister's and I'm sure you've have
your face or your hand licked, but this wasn't like
that. This was a broad, hard, certain swipe at some of
the tendered skin I have and it made my whole body
convulse with sudden pleasure. My eyes flew open just
in time to see him take another lick, this one actually
brushing against the pubic hair at my crotch, not even
an inch from my cunt.

I squealed and I'm sure I said his name, but he ignored
me. I was frozen in place except for the quivering that
his tongue was making me do so that my hand was stuck
right over my twat – and that meant that his next lick,
which came a second later, caught mostly the back of my
hand. But there was a little of it that struck my lips
on either side of my hand, and when it did I felt like
I would leap clear out of my skin.

I know a lot of people would have a real problem with a
dog licking their privates. It's not like I sat around
and plotted for how I could make this happen. It had
never even occurred to me that it could happen. But
once the sudden fact of Charlie's sexuality drove me
into a frenzy, and once I felt that tongue on my twat,
I could no more have stopped myself than I could have
grown wings and flown. In fact, I did the only thing I
could: I moved my hand and gave my dog unfettered,
spread-legged, and completely eager access to my cunt.

Charlie's next few licks missed it completely – dogs
are amazing lovers but they aren't the brightest
creatures on God's green Earth – as he concentrated on
cleaning up my thighs. But then came a lick that was
absolutely, completely, dead-center on. I screamed. It
wasn't even a little bit ladylike, I just howled with
pleasure beyond anything I'd ever know before. And it
wasn't just physical pleasure, because I don't think
physical pleasure alone could have given me the
reaction I had.

It was emotional and spiritual and psychic, and it was
completely and utterly fulfilling in a way that no
other sexual touch I'd ever had could even begin to
match. When I felt that big, strong, flat tongue
pushing my lips apart, when I felt that incredible
power contained in something so flexible, when I felt
the soft roughness and the heat of his breath on my
clit, I felt like at long last, somehow, I had come
home. Really, truly, it was as simple and as honest as
that.

I felt the absolute and undeniable sense that this was
where I belonged. And when that ragged gasp tore itself
from my throat and I jerked my hips up into Charlie's
snout so that his tongue slipped inside of me and I
felt his teeth press against my lips, I felt sexually
alive and completely understood for the first time in
my whole life.

Charlie, of course, knew nothing of that. He only knew
that he had caught a bitch-scent earlier and he was
still horny, and here was his mistress giving off a
bitch-scent too, and he was doing what came naturally.
He was giving me the licking of a lifetime. Within a
few moments I had my legs spread as wide as they would
go, my hands clasping my knees to pull myself open even
more. Every lash of that sweet, perfect tongue was
greeted with a spasm in my sex and a moan from my lips.
My pussy was on fire. My red was boiling. My heart
was hammering.

As perfect as it was, and it was perfect, there was
something exquisitely maddening about it as well
because Charlie was teasing me to the point where he
was driving me crazy. He wasn't doing it deliberately,
of course – he didn't know enough one way or another to
do that – but every time he had me thinking my orgasm
was coming, he would switch to doing something else.
His tongue was filling my cunt, and few things can fill
a woman like a dog's tongue: hot, rough, soft, strong,
twisting, moving, hitting every nerve I had including a
lot of them I didn't even know I had. In and out, fast,
hard, those teeth pressing against my outer lips and
raising screams from my throat until I was on the edge
of a climax that would be beyond words –

Then his tongue out of me, flashing across my lips and,
electrifyingly, my clit. My God! How can I even
describe the way that tongue felt on my clit! My clit
was as hard as a diamond and I could feel every bump of
that tongue on it as it flashed past. The sensation was
like absolutely nothing else I'd ever experienced. It
sent an explosion of pleasure through my whole body and
every single nerve in my body came alive at once, but
the pleasure was so sharp and intense and crystalline
that it was almost painful. My whole body convulsed in
surprise and a mixture of ecstasy and torment; it was
almost enough to send me over into orgasm by itself but
it was just too much, and without thinking I half
folded my body in on itself to keep Charlie from
hitting my clit.

And that game him perfect access to my ass, and that
was an opportunity he didn't waste. His tongue was on
the bud of my asshole instantly, and the shudders I had
been experiencing were suddenly doured. That big,
warm, wonderful tongue that had felt so amazing inside
my pussy a few moments before felt just as amazing now
when it swiped across my little asshole, and my hips
bucked hard against Charlie's mouth.

I know I was babbling something between moans and gasps
but I don't think it amounted to words. I was feeling
so much pleasure that I needed to vocalize it, and too
much pleasure to make sense. That tongue hitting those
incredibly sensitive nerve endings in my anus, making
my pussy clench and making my stomach feel like it was
on fire, it was more than I had ever dreamed of. But
his second lick against my ass was harder, and the
third harder still – he was pushing his tongue up into
my asshole, assfucking me with that incredible piece of
meat in his mouth, and I was adoring every second of
it!

"Fu-fu-fu-fu-FUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!" I howled as my orgasm
took me. I had known it was close but the feel of
Charlie licking my ass so fervidly made it explode
inside of me like a bomb – literally, because at that
moment I felt like my whole body was coming apart.
Every nerve ending seemed to be dancing on its own to
the incomprehensible tune Charlie was calling with his
mouth, and all I could do was let it wash over me.

I felt like I was lifting up off the couch and out of
my body. My eyes were screwed shut so hard I was seeing
fireworks. Every red vessel from my scalp to my toes
was coursing with rapture and release. I have no idea
how long it lasted because it didn't really stop when
he took his tongue out of my ass and filled my pussy
again. It subsided a bit, enough so that I could
remember who I was and what I was doing, but for
delicious long minutes he dragged my orgasm out, or
maybe he strung together a whole bunch of little
orgasms into one long blissful release. I don't even
have words to describe it except to say that I had
never felt anything as powerful, or as perfectly right,
in my whole life.

At one point he lifted his head and I could feel him
stepping away from between my legs as if he'd had
enough. Maybe he had, but I sure hadn't. "No no no God
please keep licking me keep licking me fuck me with
that tongue fuck me lover please fuck me," I babred
as, with eyes still closed, I reached down and found
his head, pulling him back to my crotch. He didn't seem
to need any coaxing because he went back to work
instantly.

But it was that little break, that tiny interruption in
his licking, that gave my body enough time to come down
off its continuous orgasmic high. It broke the chain, I
guess, and when he started licking again he was licking
my thighs and my ass cheeks and the outside of my
pussy. But I knew Charlie could make me cum again. I
knew it without a single doubt in the world. I knew
that my body had a spectacular release in it yet, and
as unfathomable as the last however many minutes had
been, what Charlie had still to give me would be even
better.

And so I spread my pussy lips with my fingers and
Charlie filled my pussy again with his incredible
tongue. It took the breath out of my lungs and it took
me someplace I'd always longed to be without ever even
knowing it existed. The hand that was holding me open
was resting over my clit, and the pressure from the
heel of my hand was exactly enough to stimulate that
little bud perfectly. Turning, twisting, moving inside
of me, that tongue, those teeth on my lips, his hot
breath, the fur against my thighs, my hand on my clit,
it was all too much.

I've had a lot of amazing orgasms since then, with dogs
and people, but I honestly do not think I have ever
felt as good as that since. It wasn't pleasure, it
wasn't even ecstasy. It took me beyond words and beyond
thought so some kind of ideal orgasm that I thought
only existed in tawdry romance novels. I've tried to
describe that climax since and I haven't been able to
come close, but I'll try again.

It felt like lightning was striking me, but from the
inside, from the deepest part of my pussy, and flowing
outward, exploding, detonating, taking me apart. I
could feel everything, every single bit of my body,
every single piece distinctly reaching its own summit,
all of them combining together to make one enormous
whole that was just too much to contemplate.

There was more than that, though. Like I said above,
there was something spiritual about it. I know that it
sounds idiotic to say that coming from getting licked
by a dog was spiritual, but I don't know any other word
for it because I felt so whole and entire and complete,
the way some people do when they have religious
experiences.

In those moments what stuck with me even more than the
pleasure was the knowledge that I had needed this all
along, since I was a little girl. I needed to be one,
sexually, with a dog, or with many dogs, and it was the
fact that I had never had a dog when I was growing up,
or even been around any, that had kept me from
discovering it so much earlier. I could have spent my
whole life feeling this way, I knew, but I hadn't;
instead I was feeling it now and that was enough and
more than enough. It was that joy that I felt as I
******.

I was only out for a few seconds, I found out later.
When I came back to consciousness I was only aware of
my own limpness on the sofa and my own breasts heaving
from panting so hard. My eyes were closed and I was
lost in the exquisite darkness of my own afterglow,
soft and lethargic and wonderful. I didn't think I
could have moved so I didn't try. Charlie wasn't
licking me anymore but I could hear him panting
somewhere in the room, and a devilish grin slowly
curled my lips. "Charlie," I whispered. "Lover, you are
so amazing..."

"Yeah," came a familiar male voice with a sarcastic
drawl, "it looked like he was hitting your spot."

My whole body jerked at once, arms flying across my
breasts and my legs snapping shut. My afterglow
vanished in an instant and my eyes flew open to look at
David, my mister, who was looking back at me. He was
leaning against the wall, a superior grin on his
handsome face. One hand was petting Charlie, who was
sitting at his feet and pressing his head against
David's leg.

In the other hand was his cell phone, the camera
pointed directly at me.

"D-DAVID!" I gasped, writhing and twisting to try to
cover myself. It didn't occur to me how silly that was
given what he'd just watched, but then I wasn't exactly
thinking. "Wh... hu... what are you doing home?"

"I cut fifth period," he told me, still keeping me in
the camera of his phone. "I never expected to get a
show like this though. If I'd have known you and
Charlie were getting it on I'd cut more often."

I was speechless from mortification, so I looked around
for my clothes. For some reamister it seemed more horribly
embarrassing at that moment to be naked in front of my
mister than to think what he'd seen me doing and I wanted
desperately to get something on. Unfortunately, David
had gathered all my clothes into a neat pile... and he
was standing in front of it. With a hard swallow I
asked, very quietly, "Can I please have my clothes?"

"No," David replied, clicking his cell phone off. I
like you like that. Let's keep you that way for a
while."

I gritted my teeth. David, the little demon seed, was
humiliating me, and he was going to enjoy it. That
meant he was going to drag it out for as long as he
could. So I pulled myself into a sitting position,
thighs together, hunched forward, arms in front of my
chest. I was showing less skin than I do in my swim
suit, so that would do for a bit. "Look, this is the
only time this ever happened and I –"

"Riiiight," David sneered. "Anyway, I got some great
film of it. Wanna see?" He turned his phone toward me
and pressed a button, and the living room was filled
with the sounds of my lustful moaning. The screen of
the phone was too small for me to see detail from
several feet away but I could tell that he had some
excellent and undeniable pictures of me and Charlie.
"Or maybe I ought to email it to dad?"

"NO!" I shouted, feeling myself blushing crimmister.
"Don't send that to anyone!"

""Or maybe grandma and grandpa," he mused, loving my
panic. "Or all the aunts and uncles. I have their
emails on this phone you know. Or maybe Reverend
Hutchimister?"

"God damn it!" I cried, my shame making me angry. "Stop
it! Don't send that to anyone, please!"

David looked at me for a moment, his grin predatory and
his thumb poised over the buttons on his phone... and
then he slowly lowered his arm and tucked his phone
back into his pocket. I breathed a sigh of relief, but
my relief was very short lived. "Looks like I have
something you want, and I'd imagine you want it pretty
badly. Right?" I glared at him without answering and
after a moment he repeated, "Right?"

"Right," I muttered between clenched teeth.

"Stand up," he told me, and I stood, slowly and keeping
my left arm in front of my breasts and my right hand
over my pussy. He looked me up and down in a way that I
didn't at all like and said, "Show me."

"Show you what?" I asked. The mixture of anger and
embarrassment I felt made me want to sink through the
floor.

"Your body," David replied. He was obviously enjoying
every second of this. "Put your arms at your sides and
show me what you've got."

I stared at him incredulously. "What? Why do you want
to see that?"

Something flared up in my mister's eyes, something that I
couldn't accept for what it was: it was lust, pure and
simple. His smile was cruel as he told me, "Because
you're a hot little piece, mom. I've wanted to see you
buck-ass-naked since I knew what it meant."

My jaw dropped. That made no sense to me. Why would a
boy want to see his own lady naked? "I don't
understand..."

"DO IT!" David roared suddenly, and both Charlie and I
flinched at the sudden rage. "Don't you fucking mess
with me! When I tell you to do something you do it or
everybody you know will see you with a goddamned dog
licking that little cunt of yours and you begging for
more, got it? Now put down your goddamned arms and let
me see what you have!"

I staggered back half a step as though he had struck
me, but after a moment I did what he told me: I dropped
my arms to my side. My eyes were on the floor and I was
blushing from my belly-button up. I was suddenly
acutely aware that the smell of my orgasms was still
thick in the warm spring air, and that made me even
more embarrassed. After several long moments in which I
could feel David's eyes heavy on my bare skin, he said,
softly and reamisterably, "Look up at me."

I did, but I couldn't meet his eyes. I stared at a
point on the ceiling above his head and tried to
pretend none of this was happening. It didn't work.

"Turn around. I want to see your ass."

I shivered at the tone of my mister's voice, but his
explosive reaction had taught me not to argue, at least
not right now. I simply did as he was told, turning
around and staring hard away from him as he checked out
my pert little bottom. I wanted to die.

"Turn around," he told me again, and when I did he
tossed me my tee shirt and my shorts, much to my
surprise. "Get dressed."

I did, gratefully and as quickly as I could. I pulled
my shirt on first, and a second later my Lycra shorts
followed. "Thank you," I muttered, unsure why I was
thanking him after what he'd just done.

"You're welcome," he told me amiably, sitting down in
one of the recliners. "Come on, have a seat, we need to
talk."

I did, sitting on the sofa again (though not on the
same spot that was still glistening and wet with my
juices). After a moment I said, "I'm sorry you had to
see that, David. I don't... I mean, this really was the
first time I've ever done anything like that. I don't
even know... I mean, it just sort of happened..."

"OK," David replied, as though that explanation meant
nothing. "The point is you did it and I... well, I
preserved it for posterity. I want you to understand
something, mom. I will send this to your parents, dad's
parents, all the aunts and uncles, and to everyone else
I can think of, unless you make it worth my while. I
don't give a fuck what it would mean to you. I don't
give a fuck what it would mean to dad or that it would
break grandma's heart. When I turn 18 I'm done with all
you fucking people anyway, so what happens to you is
not my fucking problem. It's your problem. And it's
gonna be a big problem unless you give me what I want."

I let those words sink in. They were terrible, awful
words for a lady to hear from her mister, but I never
doubted them for an instant. David wasn't one to make
idle threats, and he had never had this kind of power
over an authority figure before. He'd destroy me. That
meant I'd have to play for time until I could figure a
way out of this, and so I did the only thing I could
do: I nodded and asked, quietly, "What do you want?"

"How much cash do you have in the house?"

"I have about a hundred in my purse. You're welcome to
it."

"I'll take it," he nodded. "But I know that ain't all
you have. I've heard you and dad talking about the
'lights out money' and I want it."

I sighed. The lights out money was a wad of cash that
Tim and I kept in case there was a tornado or some
other natural disaster that would keep us from
accessing our bank accounts or using plastic for a
while. It was the ultimate fall back, and if it
disappeared I'd have some explaining to do. But what
choice did I have? "All right," I told David, standing
up. "I'll get it for you."

Three minutes later I was back, handing him a thick wad
of 50 $20 bills. It was only half of the $2,000 Tim and
I had set aside, but I figured David wouldn't know
that. He took the money, counted it quickly, and shoved
it into his pocket without comment. He stood in front
of me and paused a moment, and I was struck for maybe
the first time at how tall and strong my little boy had
become. If he chose to overpower me, I wouldn't have
had a chance. But he didn't, not then at least. Instead
he smiled at me sweetly and said, "I'm going to go do
some shopping."

I felt myself relax as he turned and headed for the
door. I had expected worse, but if all he wanted was
money then this wouldn't be that bad. Money could be
replaced. But he paused as he got to the door. Looking
over his shoulder at me, he said, "This has just begun,
mom. I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this."

Even after he was gone, I stood in the middle of the
living room with shivers running down my spine,
wondering what he might have meant.

Chapter Two

I spent the rest of the afternoon in a sort of
suspended misery. I put Charlie outside and took a
long, hot shower. I still felt dirty when it was over.
I cleaned the couch and aired out the living room to
get rid of the last hint of my scent out. I was half
frantic. Had Laurel or even Tim caught me, it would
have been mortifying but nothing more, because either
one of them would have talked to me about it or maybe
just pretended it never happened at all. But in the
hands of David, with the proof he had, I was over a
barrel. I knew that the little sociopath wouldn't
hesitate to ruin me and the entire family, and laugh
while he did it unless I gave him precisely what he
wanted, whatever that was.

And now was when the guilt really hit me. I felt sick
with it. What I had done was wicked and wrong, an
unnatural perversion. How in the world could I have
gotten so excited by looking at my dog trying to mate?
And even if I had, for whatever sick reamister, how could
I have done what I did? To let my dog lick me! To get
so completely aroused and to be so moved by it! As
excited and thrilled as I had been while it was
happening, I now felt as disgusted and as miserable.

I was almost nauseous with the memory of Charlie's
tongue on me – and my reaction! I was worse than a
bitch in heat myself – a bitch in heat can't help her
reaction, but I could certainly help mine. Well... I
couldn't have, but I should have been able to, and the
fact that I hadn't been able to just made me feel all
the sicker and more disgusted with myself.

Around five Laurel came home. She was running track
that seamister and her practices kept her late. She came
in with her gym bag over her shoulder and a smile on
her face, chipper and cheerful and bouncy as though she
didn't have a care in the whole world. She kissed me on
the cheek and asked me how my day was. I stammered
something – I don't remember what, but it made her look
at me funny – and she went upstairs to put her things
away and to get changed.

For dinner I was making a simple dish of flounder with
sautéed almonds, steamed broccoli, rice and a green
salad – not exactly rocket science, but I completely
botched it. The almonds were burned, the fish was
overdone and the broccoli was half raw. I just couldn't
concentrate at all, not with David out of my sight
plotting who knew what. I was chewing my nails (a
nervous habit) and I had forgotten all about the
almonds until Laurel came downstairs to see what the
burning smell was.

"Mom?" she asked as she turned off the burner and took
the pan off the stove. "Are you all right?"

I nodded with a jerky motion of my head and gave her a
smile that must have looked like a corpse. "I'm fine,
honey. I just had a tough day. Charlie got out and
caused some trouble." Half a lie was better than a
whole one, I reamistered.

"Uh oh, that explains why he's still outside," she
nodded. "Bad trouble?"

"Nnnnoooo, not bad, just..." Just what? "Well, we may
have to have him neutered a little earlier than we were
expecting to, that's all."

Laurel grinned at me with sudden understanding and made
a snip-snip motion with her fingers. "Whose dog did he
get at?"

"The Andermisters."

"Didja have to throw hot water on them to get them
apart?"

I stopped in my tracks and looked at her, completely
baffled. "Why would we have to do that?"

Laurel's grin turned mischievous and she laughed. "You
know how dogs get stuck together when they do it."

"They do?" I asked, more baffled than ever. Like I
said, I hadn't spent time around dogs. "Why?"

She looked at me like I was the young, and not a very
bright one at that. "Because the male... well the way
they're made, they stick together. You know?"

I didn't but I nodded anyway. Deep inside of me there
was a flicker of something, be it interest or
excitement at the idea of learning something that
seemed so alien and forbidden, but yet so wonderful.
How did they stick together? Why? As soon as I thought
it I knew the questions would be with me until I
answered them – and just as quickly I felt ashamed for
the unnatural interest and the wicked excitement I
felt.

"They didn't even get together, we kept them apart. But
he nearly ripped my arms out of the sockets dragging me
to the fence, and then he jumped over it and just about
threw me off my feet. Anyway, they're going to be
breeding Nosey and if she's going to be in heat all the
time we can't have him running over there."

"Oh. Well it could have been a lot worse."

"It could have." It was.

She leaned up against the stove and crossed her arms in
front of her in the way she did when she was about to
give sage advice. "I know you're super close with
Charlie and you don't want to get him clipped before
he's had a chance to... you know. But it's not the end
of the world. Plenty of dogs get neutered and as far as
I know they're pretty happy and healthy afterward."

"I know," I said, feeling distinctly agitated talking
to my 15 year old flower about canine sex, given what
had happened earlier in the day. "Anyway, let's change
the subject. How was school?"

"Oh, well remember I told you Rachel Czapiewski was
wearing all these goofy things to school all of a
sudden? Well listen to this..." For the next 15 minutes
Laurel regaled me with stories from her day and I tried
to be interested, but my mind wouldn't stay put on the
topic. I kept thinking about Charlie and everything
that had happened, how excited he had made me and how
hard and completely he had made me come, but mostly I
was thinking about David and dreading what he was
cooking up for me.

Still, I paid enough attention to make the right noises
and ask the right questions until I heard Tim's car
pulling into the garage. A couple of minutes later the
back door opened and he came in with Charlie leading
the way. To my very great relief he didn't sprint
across the kitchen and shove his nose into my crotch,
instead preferring to sniff the floor for food that may
have been dropped and then power his head into my hand
for a good petting.

Tim paused and scented the air. "Something smells...
good."

"You're a liar," I chuckled. "Something smells burnt.
The almonds, in fact. So we'll just have to have the
flounder and sautéed almonds without the sautéed
almonds."

Tim leaned in and put an affectionate kiss on my cheek.
"Somehow I think we'll live. So, how are my two
favorite ladies in the whole world?"

"Daddy, listen to this," Laurel said, and instantly
launched into a story about school. That, at least,
made me smile, and we sat down to a pleasant dinner
where I was able to forget most of my problems. At
least for a while.

After dinner Laurel and Tim went upstairs to work on
her homework. The fact was that she seldom needed
assistance with her homework, but she's the very
definition of a daddy's girl and she and Tim love to
spend time together. Every night after school Tim would
go up to Laurel's room and, yes, they would work on her
homework, but most of the time if you walked by her
room you'd see her telling him a story about her day or
showing him something on the computer or him imparting
some very good advice on some topic or another. I've
always had a great relationship with her, but she's a
daddy's girl beyond a doubt.

At any rate, I was alone in the kitchen, cleaning up,
when David came home. He was carrying a couple of
shopping bags. The big one was from Best Buy, and I
have to admit that I heaved a sigh of relief to see
that the money he'd extorted from me had at least been
spent on something other than haves or *****, which was
what I'd expected when I'd given it to him. He set that
bag and another, smaller one on the table and sniffed
the air. "Christ, who got burned at the stake in here?"

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, going back
to washing the s*******et. I didn't say anything.

He came up behind me and held out the smaller bag. "I
got you something."

I looked down at the bag and then up at him. Whatever
was in that bag, I strongly doubted it was anything
good. "What is it?" I asked, certain I didn't want to
know.

"Open it and find out."

With considerable trepidation I took the bag and opened
it, but what I saw wasn't what I expected: female shave
gel, a lady's razor, and a tube of aloe vera cream. I
looked up at him and saw the cuckolds brownie eating grin on his
face, but I didn't understand why. "OK," I asked,
"what's the idea?"

His smile got wicked as he told me, "Shave your pussy."

I was dumbstruck. "What?"

"Shave. Your. Pussy. It's not complicated."

Disgust with him surged through me and I thrust the bag
back into his chest. "Go to hell you little cuckolds brownie!" I
snapped. "Who do you think you are, talking to me that
way?"

"I like shaved pussies and I want yours shaved."

"Tough."

His eyes narrowed to angry slits. "You know what I can
do. You know what I will do if you make me. Now ask
yourself, is this really where you want to draw a line?
At something millions of women do voluntarily?"

I was steaming. "I'm not one of those women and I don't
intend to be and it's none of your business whether I
shave or not. You have no right to treat me this way!"

"But I am treating you this way," he replied simply,
and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Here's the
deal: shave or don't. It's your choice. But I'm going
to check tomorrow morning and –"

"Oh the hell you are!"

"But I'm going to check tomorrow morning," he repeated
patiently, "and if you aren't shaved, you know what
will happen. That's all I have to say to you about it."
Without another word he turned, leaving the small bag
on the counter, and retrieved the stuff he bought from
Best Buy. He left me alone in the kitchen feeling angry
and hurt and very, very upset.

Tim came back down after spending an hour with Laurel
and settled down in front of the TV to watch "CSI"
reruns and do some paperwork from the office. I spent
45 minutes with him, doing some talking but mostly
mulling miserably over my options... and then I excused
myself and went into the bathroom to do what my mister had
told me to do.

I realized, basically, that I didn't have any choice.
He wanted me to get rid of my pubic hair so I would get
rid of my pubic hair whether I felt like it or not. And
I didn't want to. I always thought that a woman ought
to look like a woman, not like a little girl. Oh, don't
mistake me, I wasn't like some 1970s porn star with a
bush long enough to braid. I kept the kitty trimmed and
neat. But there was definitely pubic hair, even when
many of my friends were telling me how awesome it was
to be shaved. I had never bought into it. Now I had no
choice.

I took a long bath, keeping the water just as hot as I
could tolerate it. I washed myself thoroughly with a
cloth. I ran my fingers through my hair to bid it
goodbye, at least for a little while. And then I
shaved, once going with the grain and once against. I
took off every hair I could find. Afterward I put on
the aloe David had bought me, and the first sensations
of fingers and lotion against my newly bare lips were
almost shocking in their intensity.


I stood naked in front of the full length mirror,
looking at myself and thinking how I suddenly looked
ten years old again. It was ridiculous. Why would a man
want to see me like this? And more than that, why would
my SON want to see me like this? Obviously David had
some sort of sick thing going on about me, I understood
that, and if he wanted to check to see if I'd shaved,
well, he'd already seen me naked today (and getting my
pussy licked by a dog, my mind helpfully reminded me)
and so I didn't suppose another look, no matter how
unnatural, would really matter much one way or another.

I tried not to think of him touching himself to the
film he'd taken of me earlier, because that made me
more than a little sick to my stomach.

Tim was still watching TV when I got out of the
bathroom so I put on a cotton nightgown (it had been a
hot day but it was going to be a cool night), took a
Lunesta, and went to bed. Charlie slept curled up at my
feet, like always.

May 5

The next day began normally enough. I got out of bed a
few minutes after Tim did, and when he was in the
shower I let Charlie out to do his business while I
made breakfast – pancakes that day, as it happened.
Everybody came to eat, even David – that was unusual
because he rarely ate meals with the family anymore,
but I guessed that pancakes could soften the hardest
heart.

Tim bustled out the door a few minutes later and then
Laurel ran off to catch her bus (she goes to the same
school David does but she'd rather have walked three
miles there and back than ride in his car with him)
leaving me and my mister alone, except for Charlie, who
was on the floor watching David eat with the intensity
that only a dog or a starving permister can bring to that
act. I didn't say anything to him, I just cleared the
table and went about cleaning up.

When he was done eating he brought his dishes to the
dishwasher (I'd managed to instill that much good
manners into him anyway, a small triumph) and he stood
watching me smugly as I washed the pan. I knew exactly
what he wanted but I was damned if I'd take the first
step.

So finally he did. "So?" he asked.

"So?"

"Did you?"

I didn't look up and I tried to keep my voice as
absolutely neutral and matter of fact as I could. "Yes
I did," I told him simply, and kept on washing.

"I told you I'd check, not that I'd ask you," he said.
"And I'm gonna check."

My disgust won out and showed all over my face, but he
didn't seem to notice when I turned and looked at him,
or if he noticed he didn't seem to give a damn. "Fine,"
I said bitterly, reaching down to pull up my nightgown.
If the little pervert wanted to look at his lady's
shaved snatch and was desperate enough to blackmail her
to do it, well, what could I do?

He stopped me by grabbing both my wrists and holding
them. His grip was firm enough that I couldn't pull my
hands out, and firm enough that I couldn't do much to
resist when he pulled me up against his body. "I said
I'd check," he said softly, almost in a throaty
whisper, "not that you'd show me."

"What are you talking about?" I hissed, but then I knew
exactly what he was talking about: he was pulling up my
nightgown. I stiffened, but the way he had me pressed
up against the counter, there wasn't much I could do to
stop him. Besides, I reamistered, what difference did it
really make if I was the one to pull up my gown or he
was? I just closed my eyes and prayed it would soon be
over.

But David had different plans, and I realized it when
he put his hand directly over my shaved mound and gave
a soft squeeze. The feeling of a hand on those freshly
denuded lips was shocking and amazing, but it was the
fact that it was my own mister doing it that made my eyes
fly open. He was looking down at me, his big, dark eyes
both taunting and lustful as he stroked the outside of
my pussy. "Well I'll be," he whispered, the hint of a
cruel smile curling his lips as he locked eyes with me.
"You did shave. And here I was wondering if you'd go
through with it."

I was too stunned to offer much resistance, but I did
manage to stammer, "You, you can't touch me like that!"

"I can't?" he mused, stroking me and sending some
terribly thrilling sensations coursing through me.
Having the hair gone really did make a huge difference.
His fingers were strong and thick and he made my eyes
go huge as he ran one straight down the middle of my
slit and slipped it inside of me up to the first
knuckle! "Seems like I am."

"But I'm your lady!" I protested, trying fruitlessly
to wiggle away from him. Unfortunately, the hand that
wasn't busy feeling me up was around my waist and I
wasn't going anywhere.

"Mmm-hmmm," he said, his soft exhalation ruffling my
hair. He kept the fingertip that was inside me still
and began to move his palm and the heel of his hand
against the skin that was freshly shaved. I gasped,
partly in shock... and partly because it felt good.

Even though it was my mister doing it and even though I
most definitely didn't want it, that stimulation of the
newly bared skin felt very, very nice. It might have
been different if he'd have been clumsy or careless,
but he wasn't. It was obvious from how he was touching
me that he knew what to do with a woman's pussy, and it
was equally obvious that he was doing this with the
definite aim of getting me aroused.

"David, please stop this right now," I said firmly.
"It's wrong for you to touch me this way. Do you
understand that?"

"I understand it," he replied with a nod as his finger
slipped into me to the second knuckle and began to pump
gently in and out. Damn him, but he knew what he was
about, and like it or not, I knew it wasn't going to be
all that long before my body started to respond to that
kind of expert treatment.

He was moving just so, exactly right to hit every nerve
I had down there, and the heel of his hand was pressing
on my clit. I knew I wasn't hiding my rising excitement
because of my growing wetness, but also because my clit
was just loving the way he was treating it; it was
growing hard, peeking out from under its hood, and when
he moved his hand against it shivers ran through my
whole body.

I tried to wriggle away, and I had both my hands
pressing against his chest in a futile effort to get
some space between me and him. I may as well have been
pressing a mountain for all the good it did. I think
the worst moment, even worse than what came a few
minutes later, was when I realized I could feel his
erection through his pants. My mister's cock was hard, and
it was hard because of me, and he was pressing it
against my belly so that I would have to realize and
confront that fact.

I guess it wasn't until then that I truly realized that
David might have something more in mind for me than
some brief offense and monetary extortion. I didn't
yet have any idea how far he would take me and the
entire family, but I was starting to get a clue that
his intentions weren't as simple as I'd believed.

It was when he shifted his hand just so and the meaty
part just below the thumb began to press the hood of my
clit against the little nub beneath that I gasped. I
didn't want to, but I didn't really have any choice
because the sensation made my pussy spasm around his
finger and made my knees quiver.

He was good enough that even if I hadn't shaved the
night before it would have felt wonderful, but with the
nerves awakened by the razor I had no chance whatsoever
of resisting it. I closed my eyes again – I couldn't
keep them open to watch his face as he did this to me –
but that was a token protest. I was wet and hot, and if
I knew it then my mister definitely knew it.

"There you go," he whispered into my ear as he stroked
me a little deeper and just a shade harder. "I can
smell you now. God that pussy smells delicious!"

"You're... disgusting," I muttered through clenched
teeth. "How can you be doing this to your own lady?
What's wrong with you?"

His response to that was to push his middle finger into
me as far as it would go and wiggle it as he brought
his lips down to my neck and began to kiss the tender
skin right where it meets the shoulder. "Part of you
likes it..."

"Fuck you," I snapped, humiliated at my body's reaction
but unable to resist the s*******ed touch.

"Oh, is that what you want?" he chuckled, nipping my
neck softly and rubbing my clit with the heel of his
hand.

"NO!" I gasped, trying to pull away again. My heart was
hammering in my chest and I felt like I was losing
control, but the idea of my own mister fucking me was
still more than I could deal with no matter how horny
he was making me. "Let me go, please, for the love of
God David!"

But he didn't let me go and he didn't answer. He just
kept stroking me, in and out, in and out, deeper,
harder, getting me wetter and hotter. I tried to be
good and ignore the sensations but he was just too
s*******ed and the feelings were just too powerful, and by
the time he pushed a second finger up into me I
couldn't even pretend to hide my gasp. It didn't just
feel good, it felt fantastic – and I couldn't attribute
all of it to the shave. My mister was very, very skilful
when it came to getting a woman wet and eager.

I didn't thrust back against his hand – I managed to
keep that much dignity – and I was pretty sure I was
too distressed for him to make me come, but that was
all I could do. I was breathing heavily, my nipples
were hard against his chest, and I was wet enough that
his fingers were making loud squishing noises as he
fucked me with them. I could feel my juices wetting the
insides of my thighs. I hated it, but my mister was
getting me hot!

I'd stopped protesting because he wasn't listening and
I felt like my pleading was getting him off, but I knew
the protesting would start again if he tried to make me
touch him or do anything to that hard young cock I felt
pressing against me so firmly.

And then he stopped, so suddenly and without warning as
to leave me gasping, and took his fingers out of me. I
was ashamed of the way my pussy seemed to suck his
fingers and try to pull them back in as he did so, but
he really did know what he was doing and it had felt
better than I was willing to admit to him. I opened my
eyes and looked up at his smiling face as he said, "But
this isn't what you want."

"No, David," I breathed softly, feeling incredible
relief that he had stopped before my body betrayed me
any more. "I don't want this. Please, please, please
stop."

"I know what you want," he whispered, and then, before
I could answer, he turned and held out his fingers,
sticky and wet with my juices, to Charlie. The dog had
been sitting a few feet away watching me get worryed
and he didn't miss a chance to get in on the flavor he
had first tasted yesterday. His tongue, big and sloppy
and eager, cleaned my mister's fingers. "It's gonna feel
soooo good, mom. Now that you've shaved, you won't even
believe what that tongue feels like."

"Oh God no," I whimpered. "Don't make me do that again,
David, please!" But my pussy, that feckless and
independent creature that it is, betrayed me by
spasming at the thought of the sensations Charlie would
give me if I let him lick me again.

"Don't bother to deny it," David chuckled. "I know what
you want, and it's all right. When you're with me, it's
all right." He pulled back his hand and Charlie
immediately came in for more, nosing my crotch through
my thin cotton gown. Just the sensation of his nose
made me moan uncontrollably. My mister lifted my gown up
before I could protest again and I felt Charlie's
tongue swipe across my mound above my clit; all it did
was get skin, but it was skin that was freshly shaved
and it was enough that a ragged and undeniably lustful
cry left my throat before I could stop it.

I was lost and I knew it. At the first touch of
Charlie's perfect tongue I knew I had no chance
whatever to resist. Charlie wanted to do it, David
wanted him to do it, and I wanted it too. All three of
us knew it and there was no way I could pretend
otherwise.

David kept tugging my gown up and I lifted my arms and
let him pull it away. He'd already seen me naked, just
like he'd already seen me get licked, so nothing here
was new for him. If he had done this before feeling me
up I'd have fought him, but I was way too hot now to do
more than mutter some token and meaningless protests
that all three of us ignored.

Charlie put his snout against my sex and began to lick
those juices that he loved so much, and it was
everything I could do to keep my knees from giving way.
I stood, my legs inching apart of their own volition,
and when Charlie finally got the angle to press his
teeth against me and fill my shaved twat with his
tongue I screamed like a wanton slut and braced myself
against the sink so the dog could get a better
position.

David just stood back and watched, and I did my best to
forget he was there. It was humiliating having my mister
do the things he had done to me and maneuver me into
this position, but now that I was here I couldn't help
myself or stop myself. Simply put, I was Charlie's, and
if I wasn't yet his bitch I was at least his to command
when his tongue was between my legs.

I looked down at him, my wonderful friend and perfect
companion, and now my lover, and soon I was gasping and
moaning unashamedly and grinding my hips against his
mouth. I just couldn't help myself, and soon I felt my
orgasm – my first, though not my last, of the day –
beginning to grow inside me.

After a few minutes, David did something I didn't at
all expect: he leaned in and covered my moaning,
gasping mouth with his. At that point I couldn't do
anything but take it as he slipped his tongue past my
lips and gave me a long, gentle, and sensuous kiss. It
was shocking, to be kissed that way by my mister, but I
was in such a state that it felt utterly amazing.

The surprise of it was too much to let me kiss back
during the twenty or so seconds that he held the kiss,
but I have to admit, to my shame, that if he'd have
kept it up for five more seconds I'd have been sucking
his tongue like it was a cock. Instead, though, he
broke away and gave me a smile that was loving,
lustful, domineering and wicked. "I have to go to
school," he told me, stroking my face with his
fingertips, "but you stay here and enjoy yourself."

As he turned and walked away, I said the most perfectly
stupid thing I could have. Through my gasps and moans
and the onrushing climax that was exploding through me,
I said, "Have... aaaaaaahhhh... have a... nice day...
oh GOD!"

After that there was nothing in my mind but getting
off. Charlie and his tongue wouldn't let anything else
enter my mind. My first orgasm took the feet out from
under me and I dropped to the floor in a heap, eyes
closed, panting. Charlie licked my face and I could
smell my cunt on his breath; for some reamister that
seemed the most perfectly arousing thing ever, and I
moaned loudly. The next second my mouth was filled –
and I do mean filled – with his tongue, and this time I
didn't blow the chance to return the kiss the way I had
with David: I sucked that tongue like a whore.

How to describe a dog's kiss? It's definitely not a
human kiss, that's for sure. The tongue completely
fills the mouth, or at least it feels that way, and
Charlie was licking the inside of my mouth even as I
was sucking and kissing his tongue. It felt like he was
kissing my tonsils, for heaven sake.

I put my weak, shaky hands up to either side of his
head and held him there for a long moment, savoring the
way it felt and the way it tasted, a combination of dog
and me that drove me nuts. My eyes were closed and I
wasn't thinking about David or the trouble I was in or
anything else except Charlie, and me with him and him
with me. I love that dog so very much; I was only now
figuring out how much.

Neither of us were satisfied to stay there for long,
though, and when I uncurled myself and gave Charlie
access to my naked, hairless twat, he dived in after
it. I don't know how many orgasms I had because after a
while it seemed like one big ongoing orgasm that had
peaks and valleys, lulls and punctuations of frenetic
action. I laid on my back with my knees pulled up to my
chest.

I got on my knees with my ass in the air so he could
treat my asshole the same way. I balanced on my
shoulders and the balls of my feet so I could serve my
cunt to him on a platter. And Charlie licked and licked
and licked. I felt no shame, no self-consciousness, not
even any awareness that there was anything other than
this moment and the two of us in it. It was bliss
beyond bliss.

Eventually, though, anything gets to be too much, and
the pleasure he was giving me pushed past pleasure and
into discomfort, and then pain. I was reluctant to end
it even so, but finally I did, curling up and pulling
Charlie up beside me. We lay together on the kitchen
floor, me holding him close so I could feel his warm
fur against my naked body. I petted him and told him he
was the best dog ever and he seemed to agree. The
afterglow was intense and deep, and unlike the day
before, this time I was able to experience it.

It was a wonderful, relaxed, mindless place, a
delicious, soft, warm, content feeling that suffused my
whole body and made me *** to move or think or do
anything except lie there and feel and run my hand
along Charlie's flank. In its own way the afterglow was
as good as the orgasms; it was quiet and reflective,
but that made it all the more profound. I'd never had
an afterglow like it.

I may have napped, I'm not sure. I know I drifted into
a relaxy space for a while, and Charlie definitely
zonked out with his head on my big pillowy boobs. Even
after the warm fuzzies faded I laid there, just
appreciating the way Charlie felt against me. It
occurred to me that I was thinking of him more as a
lover than as a pet, but given the emotional need he
filled in me (and the mindblowing orgasms) that was
hardly surprising. It was wonderful just to lie there
with him and not to worry about what would happen.

Of course, eventually I had to get going. I finished
washing the dishes without putting my gown back on,
then let Charlie outside to romp in the back yard while
I took a shower. It was a long, luxurious shower and I
reveled in the way the water felt as it prickled into
my skin. When I washed my pussy I was struck again at
how amazing it felt to be shaved there.

I had only done it under blackmail, yes, but now that I
experienced life without pubic hair I realized that I
wanted to keep it this way. It was simply too wonderful
to do anything else. And so I shaved again, and did my
legs while I was at it, and by the time I was done I
felt clean and free and better than I had in a long
time.

That feeling didn't last long. I dried myself and
walked to my bedroom to dress. When I opened my
underwear drawer all the good feelings of the morning
vanished. My underwear drawer was empty, completely
empty, except for a photo that had been printed off a
computer. It was a picture of me on the sofa, holding
my legs apart with my hands and my face screwed up in
ecstasy as Charlie licked me. Scrawled on it in magic
marker was the following: "You need some slutty
underwear. Go to XXXFantasy Gifts & Lingerie at
Franklin and 22nd. Ask for Brandy, I told her to expect
you. Get there by one or I'll show this picture and
lots more like it to everybody you know."

I swore a string of profanity that would have made the
hardest sailor blush, and then I ripped the photo to
shreds and burned them to ashes.

And then I went to XXXFantasy Gifts & Lingerie at the
corner of Franklin and 22nd. I was absolutely miserable
about it because I did NOT want to do it. For one
thing, Tim was bound to notice this and ask questions.
Shaving my kitty was one thing because he barely ever
looked at me naked anymore, and even if he noticed I
could just say I'd tried it and decided I'd liked it.
But to get rid of all my old, sensible undies and
replace them with God knew what "slutty" things...
well, Tim was going to notice that. And what could I
tell him?

"Good Lord, he's going to think I'm having an affair!"
I muttered as I dressed in the least sexy clothes I
could think of: a baggy, shapeless sweatshirt, loose
nylon sweatpants that didn't even hint at a female
figure beneath, and an old pair of tennis shoes. I felt
freakish as I drove to the store, because it had been a
long time since I'd gone commando and the feeling of
cool nylon on my fresh-shaved pussy was distracting at
best.

For those of you who don't live in the Twin Cities,
which I suppose is most of you, Franklin and 22nd isn't
the greatest neighborhood. It's not precisely
dangerous, but it's surrounded by dangerous areas and I
felt like a duck in a shooting gallery as I parked my
BMW in the parking lot behind the dingy but garishly
decorated store and hurried around to the front
entrance.

XXXFantasy wasn't exactly a porn palace, but it was
definitely a step or five below Victoria's Secret in
terms of class. The clothes on display were trampy, to
be kind, and they had a whole section of sex toys that
made me blush just to look at them.

I stood near the door, looking around in bemusement at
the array of push up bras, sheer body stockings,
corsets, crotchless panties, and things I couldn't even
identify. This was where I was supposed to get my
underwear?

A few seconds after I walked in I was approached by a
pretty black woman who looked to be about 25. Her skin
was very dark and her hair was styled in dozens of
medium length bouncy curls. She was short but very
curvy, with big boobs and wide, sexy hips, and she was
dressed to show off her figure: a lavender minidress
that came off both shoulders and clung to both chest
and hip like a lover and a pair of very cute black
pumps with a 3" heel. "Hi honey, I'm Petra," she said
cheerfully. "Can I help you?"

"Hi," I said, feeling incredibly awkward. "I... um, I'm
supposed to ask for Brandy?"

It may have been a knowing look that passed over her
face then, but the smile didn't waver. She told me to
have a look around while she went into the back, and a
few moments later the door to the storeroom opened up
and a stunning young woman came through. She was a
redhead – natural, I knew at once – with the sort of
features that ought to have been on a Grecian statue.
She was tall and graceful, with long legs and delicate,
long fingers, and something in the way she moved made
me think of a panther.

She was wearing a red and navy blue plaid schoolgirl
skirt that barely covered her goodies, a little white
tie-front top that drew the eye to her perky boobs and
her bare, flat tummy, and a pair of sexy white
maryjanes that put a wiggle in her walk. She might have
been all of 19, but she knew how to use what she had.
In fact she looked like a teenage boy's wet dream, and
I couldn't help but wonder exactly what my mister had done
with her. "Hi, you're Angela?" she asked. Even her
voice was sexy. "David told me to expect you. I'm
Brandy."

"Hello," I replied. I wasn't exactly sure how much, or
what, he had told this girl, so I was going to have to
stay calm and hope she wasn't the judgmental sort.

"Pet, we're going to be in Dressing Room #1 for a
while, OK?" Brandy said, turning and leading me toward
the back of the store, and this time I know I saw Petra
smirk. Brandy opened up the dressing room and told me
to, "Go ahead and get undressed. David was pretty
specific about what he wanted you to get and I went
ahead and laid most of it out already. I'll be right
back."

Left alone in the dressing room, I could only feel a
sense of impending doom as I slowly and ***ly
removed the clothes I was wearing. I felt even more
vulnerable than before now that I was naked. Somehow my
new lack of pubic hair played into that, like I'd lost
a layer of protection or something, and I tried to keep
from looking in the mirror on the back of the door as I
waited for Brandy to return. In those moments I had to
wonder again why David even cared what kind of
underwear I was wearing... unless, that is, he intended
to see me in it. And if he intended to see me in it,
the odds were he intended to see me out of it too.

Well he'd already done that so there was no harm, even
if it was weird; but what if he wanted to go further?
This morning he'd treated me very indecently and he
practically had me begging for more by the time he was
done. Was my own mister planning to make a habit it of
that? Did he want to... do more things to me? Even then
I couldn't quite bring myself to conceptualize that he
might want to have sex with me – it was just so wicked
and unnatural. Surely, I reamistered, it couldn't be that?
He was just tormenting me a little with his newfound
power, that was all.

Minutes later Brandy came in with a veritable armload
of underwear and set it on the bench. She gave my nude
body an appreciative once-over and said, "We'll have
you try some things on. David wasn't sure about your
sizes... but he was sure you were a knockout, and he
was right about that!"

"Um... thanks," I mumred, trying to keep my hands
covering my beasts and vagina. David had called me a
knockout?

"Come on, don't be shy," Brandy laughed, pulling my
hands down to my sides. "We both know he doesn't like
shy women. How long have you known him?"

"Uhhhmmmm... quite a while," I said, feeling a flood of
relief that he hadn't told her that I was his lady.

"And he's just now getting around to you? Lazy boy!"
Brandy grinned. "If I were him I'd have gotten into
your panties a long time ago. And speaking of panties,
what do you think of these?"

I tried to ignore her insinuation as I looked at the
underwear she held up. It was a sheer black G-string
with a lacy heart at the back. "It's... pretty. Should
I try it on?"

"I know it will fit you," Beck said, handing them to
me. "I'm good with guessing sizes. But I want to see
them on you. He said you were supposed to walk out of
here looking ready to fuck and I'm sure neither of us
want to disappoint him!"

"He said that?" I asked hollowly as I took the panties
and stepped into them. I had to admit that they looked
very, very sexy, and they felt terrific. They were so
very much not what I was used to, because I've always
been the sensible underwear sort and these were
anything but sensible.

"Mmmmm," Brandy purred, looking at me front and back,
"Me likey. Come on, let's try more things."

And there were more things, a bewildering variety of
them. Sheer bras and panties were the most normal of
it. She had me try on a red fishnet open-crotch
bodystocking, shelf bras that left the breasts bare,
and a black lace "teddy" that was nothing more than a
sheer bra attached to some straps that held up a garter
belt.

"So," Brandy mused as I climbed out of that last getup,
"I see by the rock that you're married. What's your
husband going to say when he sees all these naughty new
undies?"

"I don't even want to guess," I said earnestly.

"Mmmm-hmmm, David has a way of making you not care
about that kind of thing, doesn't he?" she chuckled.
"He can really make you lose control."

Given everything that had happened in the last 24
hours, I had to admit that David certainly had taken
control away from me. I also had to admit that Brandy
seemed to be showing more than a professional interest
in my body, a fact that was making me a little bit
nervous. Not that I had anything against lesbians,
but... well, you know how that sentence always gets
finished.

After that came a blizzard of panties, all of them
scandalously tiny, most of them see through, and more
than a few with crotches that either opened at the tug
of a string or were simply absent altogether. I blushed
fiercely at that, wondering what my mister's s*******ed
fingers would do when they encountered such feeble
barriers.

Brandy was thoroughly enjoying the whole thing. She was
watching my body like a particularly hungry hawk and it
was difficult not to notice that her nipples were hard
and that she kept licking her lips. More than once she
took the opportunity to... um... help me adjust my
clothing, and her fingers were getting friendlier and
friendlier as we went.

I was too intimidated to stop her, even when she
squeezed my breasts as she took a bra off of me, even
when she pressed against me from behind and squeezed
both bare ass cheeks as I tried on a thong. I tried to
ignore it the best I could, but I could tell that she
was getting off on me pretending it wasn't happening,
and she was going to get bolder and bolder until I drew
the line... or I didn't.

I was trying on a very sexy little pushup bra when
Brandy frowned. "You know, I don't like that," she
said. "Take it off and let me try something." I did as
I was told, but what she did was a little surprising:
she took my breasts, one in each hand, and leaned
forward. Her lips encircled my right nipple and she
suckled it gently, drawing it into her mouth with easy
pressure and making the nipple hard just about
instantly – couldn't help it, it felt good. She flicked
at the end of my nipple, teasing it with her tongue
until it was as hard as it was going to get, and then
she moved to the other breast and repeated the
procedure.

I stared down at her, her thick, gorgeous red lips
sucking my breasts, and I was too stunned to do
anything to stop her. This was the first time I had
ever in my whole life been touched sexually by another
woman, and it felt good in spite of how awkward and
uncomfortable I felt. When both nipples were achingly
hard and teased into life, she straightened up and
locked eyes with me. "See how the bra looks now."

I pulled the bra on as Brandy moved behind me,
encircling my waist with her arms and resting her head
on my shoulder so we could look in the mirror at the
same time. "There, doesn't that look better?" she
whispered, her tongue flicking at my ear. "With your
nipples hard and poking out like that, and your
gorgeous titties just spilling out... mmmm, makes me
want to get really naughty with you."

I admit my breath was coming a little harder than usual
when I looked at her eyes in the mirror and stammered,
"I don't... I mean... I never did anything..."

"With a girl?" Brandy chuckled, dipping her fingers
into the bra and pinching the nipples she'd just
suckled. Shivers of pleasure went through my body. "Oh,
you will. David will insist on it."

"He will?" I asked as I ***ly arched my back
and pushed my breasts into her hands.

"Oh yeah, he wants all his girls to like girls," she
whispered, undoing my bra and leaving me naked.
"Believe me, you haven't lived until you've been on
your elbows and knees with your tongue in some dime
piece's pussy as David takes you from behind..."

The last image made me squirm out of her grasp and
blush crimmister. I took her hands reflexively to keep
them from getting me any more worked up and said,
"Um... maybe we ought to... keep... trying things on?"

Brandy's grin was wolfish as she moved her hands to my
bare hips and held me there. "Before you leave this
room, you're going to kiss me," she said, her voice low
and seductive and wonderful. "You're going to kiss me
and you're going to put your hands all over me, and
maybe your mouth too, and you're going to do it because
I'm going to make you want it, not because it's what
David wants. You're going to do it because you're
curious and horny and because there are walls inside
you that are coming down and you just have to explore."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just nodded
silently, though whether because I agreed or because I
just acknowledged what she said, I had no idea.
Brandy's reply was equally simple: she put her lips on
my neck and began to nibble the skin of my throat in a
way that made my knees wobble. My own hands found her
shoulders and clutched. All I could do was close my
eyes and loll her head back so she could keep kissing
me like that.

Her hands were around me again, squeezing my ass and
pulling me close to her. I could feel her nipples
through her thin shirt and they were just as hard as
mine. Part of me wondered how I could let this go on,
yes, but that part was losing out to the part that
found this all strangely thrilling. Here I was, naked
as the day I was born in the changing room of a
disreputable lingerie shop, getting kissed and groped
by a gorgeous girl nearly young enough to be my own
flower, a girl who wanted me and who wanted me to
want her in return. A girl who thought I was David's
lover, not his lady. It was no wonder it all went to
my head.

"Do you like the way it feels?" she whispered as she
nibred my throat.

"Yes." I couldn't deny it, my body wouldn't let me.

"You like being kissed by a girl?"

"Yes."