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It was at that moment that Mother and Aunt Jasmine dropped in for a surprise visit. In a way I was relieved, because I assumed their visit would give me an opportunity to formulate a possible way out of this latest turmoil before me. Little did I know at the time that their visit would do just the opposite.

After greeting them and making a pot of coffee, we sat around the table talking. Us takeing coffee and Judy a big glass of juice. She was off coffee while being pregnant.

As we just chit chatted about a little bit of everything, Mother just happened to ask how things were going with us. Judy and I replied almost simultaneously. I answered "Great!" Judy answered "We're having a bit of a problem."

To my unbelieving ears, Judy laid out everything about Jeffrey, Judd and Joe, right before Mother and Aunt Jasmine. I was stupefied. I almost couldn't talk. I couldn't believe she was doing this.

"So, James, you're saying you're too good to suck their dicks, even though Judy does, and even though you've sucked Judy's Dad's dick, her brother's and that of several of her uncles and cousins?"

Mother's words caused me to be speechless. I could only look at her.

"It also seems that Judy's Dad thinks enough of you to be Jeffrey, Judd and Joe's dicksucker, why are you fighting it?" Aunt Jasmine added in a perturbed tone.

"It-It's the principle of t-the m-matter. Y-You see..." I tried replying but was cut off.

"What I see is that you're being silly about technicalities, and worse, creating a worrisome situation that adds negatively to Judy's mental state. You should be trying to create an atmosphere of calm and tranquillity for her. After all, she is carrying the first born of your marriage and my first grand nephew or niece. You're not trying to get revenge for Rod being the real man, are you? You swore that was not going to be a factor in you being a good husband and daddy." Aunt Jasmine interrupted in an angry tone. I knew this situation was on a downward slide for me now. I was on the defensive.

"O-OH no! Nothing of the sort. I-I..." I tried again to reply. Again, I was cut off.

"James my mister, the best way for you to redeem yourself is to contact Jeffrey, Judd and Joe. Then let them know that you're ready to suck them off whenever they need you to, and as often as they need you to. You should not have your pregnant wife worried about her lovers having blue balls or finding stray pussy, when you're available and have the experience to keep their balls from becoming bloated. Understand me Young man!"

Mother's tone of voice, body language and use of the term `Young man', meant I'd better do as she says or face the pain that was sure to follow. She and Aunt Jasmine looked as if they were ready to pounce on me at the slightest provocation. I knew if they got on my bottom in the mood they were in now, I probably wouldn't be able to walk for 4 or 5 days. I capitulated and took the path of least pain.

To add to my embarrassment, while the three of them were sitting and looking at me, I had to call each of my wife's lovers. To my utter degradation and chagrin, each of the three men were home and answered.

I was hoping to have reached their answering machines. In front of my grinning wife and stern faced lady and aunt, I had to offer myself to the three men. It was very difficult for me telling the men I was available to be their mouth whore on demand, while the three women in my life who I cared the most about, were watching and listening.

"Darling, don't forget to mention that you'll suck them all to completion, swallow all they spurt, and milk them afterwards for as long as they want." Judy interjected as I was talking to Jeffery, who I reached first. To my despair, she made it very clear that I was to use her exact words.

On the subsequent calls to Joe and Judd, Judy made it a point to remind me twice to tell them exactly the same thing I had told Jeffery.

"Remember darling, don't forget to say you'll suck, swallow and milk." Judy whispered out loud to me each time, while I was on the phone with Judd and Joe. Her actions made all three phone calls even more of a horrific, as well an abject debasing experience.

As I hung up the phone after the last call, I was a nervous sweaty wreck. Before they left, lady and Aunt Jasmine congratulated my wife on doing the right thing in telling them about our `bit of a problem'. They congratulated me also for making amends by agreeing to become a `dicksucker'- Aunt Jasmine's words - for Judy's lovers.

The two also reminded me that it could've been much worse for me if I had to give up some ass, to the three, as well as head.

I shuddered at their words after thinking about my rear being rammed with giant fuck tools the size and length my wife's three lovers possessed.

Judy consoled me after they'd left and let me know that she was proud of what I'd done.

"Darling, I love you even more, for what you did so courageously tonight. Don't be so sad. You know I don't think any less of you because you'll be sucking dicks for my folks as well as my lovers. You simply must not look at such little things, as this, that may be asked of you, as being humiliating. If anything, the more little things you do for the good of this marriage, the more I think of you sweetie. No matter what you may think, there is no competition. I love you much more than any of the other guys. You're my one true love. You're my soulmate and helpmate." Judy cooed to me in a soft sensuous tone as she held me tightly to her swollen tummy, which held the kicking baby put there by another man.

CHAPTER 18 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: Our Family Grows

It was sometime after our mister Rodney James reached 18 months of age, when I came home from work to find Judy and Jeffrey, Judd and Joe seated around our kitchen table takeing coffee.

I was quickly intimidated by their presence.

Judy was holding our ***** mister, Rodney James.

The other reamister I had to be intimidated was because of the fact that I was still a `dicksucker' - using my Aunt Jasmine's term - for the three men.

If the reader recalls, I had been sorry inducted to perform in that role while Judy was pregnant with our mister. However, my wife's three studs still demanded I suck their dicks even after my wife's pussy was back in operation as their sexual recreational playground. I complained to my wife about their continuing demands on my mouth, but she didn't see any reamister for me to be upset or concerned. I remembered her words on the matter.

"James honey, I think it's good that they still want you to suck for them. Besides, don't you think it helps maintain a certain bond and camaraderie between you and them and me?" Judy replied in a very matter-of-fact tone and caviler manner as she brushed her hair. I remembered she and I having had more serious discussions about the weather, than this particular subject.

Her attitude clearly sent a message to me. She wanted me to still to be her lovers' dicksucker. I knew if she wouldn't intervene on my behalf, it was hopeless for me, to unilaterally stop them from using me as a sucking semen receptacle. I never answered her question. I simply shook my head and walked away, knowing that it was futile in trying to deny them without her support.

"Hi Honey." Judy greeted me as I made my way toward the table where everyone was sitting. The guys chimed in with their own individual welcomes.

"Darling, the guys wanted to have a serious talk with us." Judy said as I nervously sat down next to her. Our young mister eagerly sought out me to hold him.

I was glad to have him squirming in my arms. It helped to lessen the tension and emotional strain I felt from facing the three men, whose enormous fuck tools had been pushed between my lips many times. Each had busted their nuts in my mouth many times over the last 20 months.

In fact, Joe had creamed down my throat just last weekend. He had a raging hard-on when he came by. However, Judy and the baby were over at her parent's house. I tried to have him wait until her return, but he wouldn't hear of it. He demanded that I mouth his heated, hard black meat immediately. He left two boiling loads of his semen in me when he departed.

"I made this a bit stronger than usual. You'll appreciate it after the guys tell you what they want." My wife said as she handed me my after work highball, and took our baby mister back in her arms.

I sipped my take and noticed its extra strength. As I did so, I wondered what in the world these guys wanted that they didn't already have.

"James, you've been such a good husband to Judy and an excellent daddy to Rodney James. You've exceeded all of our expectations as to you being a decent and caring daddy to Rod's kid. Therefore, we'd like to make you a daddy three more times." Spoke Judd.

"W-What! What are you talking about!" I blurted.

To summarize, the three went on to let me know they'd be proud to have me be the daddy of their kids. They each basically expressed that since I'd married the girl they each wanted, and since she was mine and not theirs, that it was only fair that she have their kids, since she couldn't be a wife to each of them now or bear them kids as their legal wife.

It had been a busy day for me at the college, and the double talk rationale I was hearing gave me a headache.

"That's a bunch of crap and y'all know it." I said rather boldly and loudly. I was so glad that our 18-month-old didn't understand what I was saying.

"It may be, but if you don't go along with our program, we're going to release all the video tapes we secretly shot of you sucking us off over the last few months." Jeffrey replied back with a smirk of a grin.

I was startled and sat in silence. I was once again being blackmailed for something I'd been powerd to do in the first place. I turned red with embarrassment. I turned to my wife for comfort or support at my obvious predicament. All I saw was that famous Mona Lisa type smile on Judy's face. It was certain that she delighted in me being cooled down - so to speak - once again after attempting to be assertive.

To prove their point, the three left a copy of the secret video. It was very incriminating proof of me performing Fellatio on them. They were very s*******ful in their video taping to be sure their own faces didn't show. It appeared I was going to be extorted me into agreeing to further cuckoldry in the worse way.

"Darling, I know it's a dirty deed the guys are pulling on you... well both of us. But I'm willing to do what I have to do to protect our family and marriage." Judy let me know that she wasn't opposed to having the babies of her three lovers, even Joe's black baby, but she did want my blessings. She said with an odd smile.

I of course wanted to know how serious they were about exposing me.

"They seemed rather serious about doing this darling. I think they really want me to have their kids for us. They seem to think they can't lose. If they expose you, that is if you don't do as they desire, you'll be ruined and have to leave town. They're counting on me staying and being available to them, cause you won't be able to get a job anywhere else. They seem to have thought of everything." My wife said.

I was suspicious of my wife's complicity in this matter. However, I knew fate was against me, whether my wife had helped conspire against me or not.

To make a long story short, over the next few years, our family grew by three additions.

A flower by Judd, whom Judy named Judmisterea. A mister by Jeffrey, who was named Jeffermister. A Daughter by Joe, who was named Josephine. Along with many of my wife's genetic attributes, each of the three youngren had a very strong facial resemblance to each of their respective real mans.

At each of the planned mating sessions, between my wife and each of the guys, leading up to her insemination by each, it was required that I be in that same up close position as when Rod impregnated her with our first born.

At the first mating party, which I violently opposed, but had no choice other than to attend, my wife let the three guys gang bang her to their heart's content. It was her idea that she would have a contest to see who could knock her up first.

She was thrilled at so much heavy sexing. In my position, on the other hand, I almost drowned in the continuous stream of fuck juices that rained and drizzled and poured down on poor me. The three horny studs, all with full bloated balls, eagerly mounted and unleashed torrent after powerful torrent of hot viscous semen into my gorgeous wife's hungry hot wet snatch.

They were full, and the amount of their spent fuck slime that ran back out of her very receptive gash and onto my face and right into my mouth was abundant. I'm sure I ate over a pint of spent semen and pussy juice at each fuck session of my wife and her three lovers.

I spent so much time between my wife and her lover's coupled genitals, that I became very intimately familiar with many things about my wife's three lover's sizable penises and balls.

My wife's lover Joe, had the overall biggest cock and balls. The longest cock belongs to Jeffery.

Jeffery and Judd didn't seem to mind their balls flopping and sliding across my upturned face. Joe, on the other hand, had me holding his big black balls as he fucked my wife. He also had the audacity to have me lick and mouth his hairy velvet nut sac every time he shot his hot jism deep in my wife's juicy twat.

Despite the outrageousness of what he imposed on me, I have to admit there was something strangely erotic about the contrast of Joe's blackness against my wife's unblemished white flesh, as the two of them coupled as one and became a pure fucking machine right over my nose.

Usually after the three man gang bang was over and the departure of her three studs, Judy and I were left alone to ourselves. It was doing these times that she took care of my need for sex.

Generally, she'd kiss me passionately as she pulled and stroked my rigid peter until I blew my pent up load. A much less smaller load than that of any of her three studs.

Even though legally her husband, she and her three studs had decided that I was not to put my cock in her warm juicy snatch until she was declared pregnant by one of them. This would be the case for each of the three pregnancies caused by her three studs.

Judy was very passionate and affectionate when we together after her gang bangs. She was used and smelled of heavy sex and other men's fuck fluids, as we embraced and kissed.

I hated having her in this fashion, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Her breath reeked of having sucked her three stud's dicks for a prolonged period. She was and still is very fond of me licking her magnificent boobs and sucking her tits at such times. However, I might add that at such times, there are generally many splotches of splattered jism on her breast. So I had to contend with that also as I enjoyed her natural beauty during these tender loving moments with her.

I have to admit though, her affections toward me during these loving moments appeared to be very genuine, even if a bit degrading to me. I gave up trying to figure her out, but instead concentrated on being with and enjoying my wife as best as I was allowed to, both by her and her three lovers.

My wife was tested pregnant one month later after her first set of insemination contest orgies with the three. It was not known who the man would be until the baby was born.

Even after being announced with young, Judy continued to let her three lovers pull a train on her each weekend until her doctor prevented her from all sexual activity until delivery. Well actually, not all sexual acts. She was still allowed the pleasure of my tongue on her pussy and even had her OBGYN write out a prescription that I should continue to lick and orally caress my wife's pussy for her sexual comfort and pleasure up until the time of delivery.

As I read the doctor's note, I thought to myself that this was the first time I'd ever heard of a prescription for pussy licking. I immediately suspected my wife's doctor as part of a vast conspiracy against me. Never the less, I lapped her pussy just as the doctor prescribed. I'd come to the conclusion that it was almost useless to fight the powers against me.

A few months later, our flower, Judmisterea was born. Judd was beside himself with pride that he had beat out his other two cohorts in knocking my wife up first.

A year after Judd's baby was born, another mating contest was held between Jeffery and Joe. Jeffery won the contest. Our mister Jeffermister was born.

A year after Jeffery's baby was born, Joe got his wish and our flower Josephine was born.

CHAPTER 19 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Mating View Position Incident

When Judy first proposed that I should assume the same scandalful position for her insemination by Jeffery, Judd, and Joe, as when Rod and she mated to produce our mister Rodney James, I became livid and vehemently opposed her idea.

She'd told me that she thought it would be `sweet' of me to assume what she called my `mating view position'. However, in the end, my protest only resulted in a bruised ass for me. Judy decided I needed another severe treatment from Mr. Fanbelt, that is, for my recurring attack of being uncooperative.

I refer to that episode in the early part of our marriage as the "Surprise Visit". What follows is how it all happened.

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"Oh my god!"

My wife looked up over the muscular shoulder of the huge black guy nailing her on our bed. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. "Hi honey. What are you doing home early?" "Kelli what the fuck's going on here?!"

At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance. "What's it look like we doing, genius? I'm dicking your old lady. Now get out of here fuckcuckolds brownie I ain't finished."

"Better go downstairs dear," Kelli said, smiling. "I'll be down later to explain."

Of course I was shocked, but what else could I do? I went downstairs poured myself a take and then another. I was already half plastered by the time she came down. She was wrapped in her bathrobe. Behind her was the black guy wrapped in mine.

"Kelli," I stood up too quickly. The room swayed. I sat back down with a plop, nearly missing the couch entirely. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sniffed hard. It was no use trying to disguise the fact that I'd been crying. "What is the meaning of this?" "It's simple Kenny," my wife said. "Carlos and I are lovers."

"How longâ¦" I fetishd up.

"Is that really important?"

"How long?" I demanded, starting to feel angry.

"A year and a half."

"A year and a half!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife was fucking another man for a year and a half and I hadn't suspected a thing! "Why? Why Kelli, don't you love me?"

The black guy rolled his eyes and muttered something about me being a lamecuckolds brownie faggot but I ignored him for the time being. I'd get to him later. He poured himself a take and made himself comfortable in my easy chair. He turned on the TV. "Kelli, I want an answer!"

"Oh Kenny, what do you expect me to say? Of course, I love you. You're likeâ¦I don't know, my best friend or something." "Your best friend?! Kelli, I'm your husband! Your lover!" "No more asswipe," Carlos said from the easy chair. He'd pushed it back, his feet up. "Tell him to leave," I demanded of my wife. "Tell him you want him to go. Now."

"I can't do that, sweetie," my wife said.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want him to leave."

Carlos chuckled at that. "She don't want me to leave, you hear that sweetie?"

"Well I'm telling you. Get out. Get out now, you mister of a bitch!" I shrieked. I was practically hysterical.

"Just shut the fuck up," the black man said, sounding almost bored.

"You're ruining my good mood. I started towards the man in my chair, dressed in my robe, who'd just had his cock in my wife. Kelli laid a hand on my arm. "Honey, don't."

"Like hell I won't."

The black man sighed, put his take down on the table, and calmly pushed the chair down to get to his feet. Behind me, I heard Kelli say, "Be careful Carlos. Don't hurt him too much."

I'd like to think I could blame the ***** I'd takes, but the fact is even if I'd been cold sober and he'd been takes, I don't think the results would have been any different. He was huge and strong, and it couldn't have taken any more than one blow, although I don't even clearly remember that. What I do remember is that he slapped me upside the head with his open palm and it was all over for me. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the floor in a heap. Carlos sat back down in the easy chair, picked up his take, and continued watching television. Kelli was kneeling beside me, asking me something, but I couldn't hear her voice. Everything sounded like I was underwater. Then I ******.

When I came to, Kelli was still kneeling next to me, but I was no longer in the living room. I was in the basement lying on one of the beach lounge chairs that we put out on the deck in the summer. My wife was undoing my pants and pulling them down. She had already removed my shoes and socks. I was still pretty groggy so it took me a while to realize that my shirt had also been removed. I was naked from the waist up and my arms were raised over my head, my wrists tied to the bar running along the top of the chair. By the time I managed to make sense of what was going on, Kelli had tied my ankles to the bottom of the lounge chair.

"I really wish you hadn't provoked Carlos like that. But I guess it would have come to this anyway."

"What are you talking about? Kelli what's going on? What's happening?"

I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, but it was impossible. The sympathetic look on Kelli's face scared me more than anything else. "It won't be so bad once it's over. You'll see. It'll help you adjust toâ¦umm, things."

"What things? Kelli talk to me, please."

"Your attitude honey. It's too bad you had that little outburst. Carlos wants to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Kelli, I don't understand."

My wife gave me a little kiss on the forehead. "You will sweetie. Soon."

Then, to my surprise, she began to attach a small bullet vibrator to my penis with a few elastic bands, and turned the control onto high. She giggled when, in spite of myself, I became almost erect. I felt myself blush because just then Carlos came down the cellar stairs and stood over the chair where I was lying.

"Is the bitch ready?"

"All ready," my wife said, standing.

The black man sneered when he saw my erection. "Is that it? That's all there is to him," he laughed.

My offense deepened, but I'd learned my lesmister. I wasn't about to antagonize Carlos any further, especially not as helpless and exposed as I was.

"Fraid so," Kelli grinned. "Not very big is he?"

I couldn't believe what was happening to me, nor could I stop it. The vibrator attached to my cock was having its predictable effect. I strained against the plastic ties binding my wrists and ankles. It was no use resisting. I gasped as my cock spurted onto my belly. "And not much lasting power either," my wife concluded, shaking her head disapprovingly.

"Well we'll be fixing that problem." Kelli snickered.

I had no idea what they were talking about, but my mind was still cloudy, not just from the beating I'd taken, but now also from the vibrator, which continued to buzz away, and had already begun to revive my spent cock. The black man squatted down on one side of the lounge chair and my wife on the other side. While Kelli held my balls up in her soft palm, Carlos slipped a small leather noose over the sac, right at the base of my cock shaft. Was this some sort of kinky sex game? Were they going to try to prevent me from cumming? Between the vibrator and Kelli's hand, but also the black man's manipulation with the leather noose, I was half-erect.

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HE USES MY WIFE


We were a newly married couple, I was 20 and my pretty little wife Helen was only 18. She had been listening to older women chatting at the hairdressers about wife swapping and had been turned on by it. She eagerly told me all the gory details that she had heard and seeing that I was turned on as well, asked me if we should try it. Well the thought of being able to get my hands on lot’s of other women seamed a great idea. I hadn’t really thought about how I would feel seeing Helen with another man but my lust was up and all I could think of was all the fucking that I could be doing.

Helen found out from some of the women at the hairdressers, how to go about finding other couples. A woman gave her a copy of a contact magazine and we where really excited as we looked through it, reading the ads and especially looking at all the nude photo’s. There was a photo of a beautiful girl of 18 with long blond hair and an absolutely fabulous figure. I was really keen to reply to this ad but Helen pointed out that the husband was in his 40's. Seeing how dejected I looked, Helen agreed to write to them, she said his photo looked quite good, he seemed handsome and in good shape even though he was as old as her man.

We corresponded and swapped photo's and arranged for them to visit us at our house. We had been nervous all day and at the appointed time the doorbell rang. I eagerly opened the door only to be very disappointed, the husband (Larry) was on his own. I invited him in and he explained to Helen and myself, that he had lost our original letter with the phone number on and only had the address and directions I had given him over the phone. It seems his wife Tracy, had only this morning come down with the flu and not having the phone number he couldn't let us know.

We sat and chatted for a while, he told us of the many adventures he and Tracy had enjoyed. At Helen's suggestion, I had opened a bottle of wine. As the evening wore on, Helen was getting quite high and Larry, who was sitting next to Tracy, was getting bolder, rubbing her thigh, making Tracy laugh with rude jokes and innuendoes. I went to get more wine and when I returned they were kissing passionately. I was a bit miffed at missing out on getting to grips with the lovely Tracy but surprisingly found myself 'turned on' watching my wife being seduced by this older stranger. I just stood there as he lowered her top and fondled and then kissed her naked breasts. He then turned her to lay on the couch and lifted her skirt to reveal her pantyless pussy. As he got down between her legs and started to suck on her cunt, I put down the wine and took out my cock and started to wank myself. My face was burning up, my pulse was racing and my heart was beating that loud I was surprised they didn't hear it.

Helen moans got louder and louder as she neared her climax. As she came she screamed like I have never heard her before. Without undressing, Larry took out his cock and got between Helen's legs and my heart stopped and I froze as I watched a strange cock enter my lovely Helen. She let out a deep sigh as her pussy was invaded by this strange (and rather large) cock. He started to shove his cock in and out of Helen's pussy and at the same time sucked on her lovely small pink nipples.

He looked around and saw me watching. 'Come over here.' he said. It was more an order than a request. I did as he said and stood over them still wanking on my dick. 'Kneel down and watch me shag your wife.' As I knelt beside them, he raised himself up so that I could see his cock going in and out of Helen. He had one arm supporting himself on the back of the couch and with his free hand he reached out and pulled my head down onto Helen's stomach. My head was being squashed between their two bellies as he thrust in and out of my wife. He started to moan and I guessed he was about to cum into Helen's pussy when to my surprise, he pulled his cock out of Helen and squirted his cum on my face and then stuck his cock back in her cunt and finished cumming into her. As he finished, he withdrew his cock and said to me. 'Suck my dick clean!' I found myself unable resist his instructions and took his cock into my mouth and sucked and sucked like it was the most natural thing to do. 'That's enough! Now clean out this sluts cunt!' he said as he got off the couch. I got between Helen's legs and licked away at her used, sponk filled cunt.

As I sucked at her delicious pussy, she was moaning and urging me on. 'More, more, please I want more.' From the corner of my eye, I could see Larry go to the curtains and open and close them 3 times. Then he went out into the hallway. He came back into the room followed by 3 other men, all about the same age as Larry. I went to get up but my head was pushed back down. 'Don't stop now, the little lady is almost coming.' and indeed she was, 2 more sucks and she was screaming in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her. I was pulled out of the way as one of the strangers, who had stripped naked, mounted my lovely wife and proceeded to fuck her, hard and roughly, and it seemed the harder he went, the more she responded.

The 3 men and Larry took turns fucking Helen, they did nothing else to her, just straight forward fucking. Each man fucked her twice and I was made to lick he well used pussy clean, several times. When they had finished, Larry said to me. 'Well I think it's only fair if we let you have a fuck of this sex mad fuck slut.' I had to agree that she was indeed a fuck slut, 4 men had fucked her and she didn't even know that there had been a change. She was unaware that other men were here and that they were fucking her. All she knew was that she was being well fucked.

I climbed between her legs and I cant describe the pleasure I felt as I sunk my dick into all that sponk in her lovely cunt. I started to kiss Helen on the lips but as soon as she tasted the sponk in my mouth, she started licking it up, she licked all over my face licking, sucking and swallowing it all down. From when Larry first laid her down on the couch up until now that I was fucking her, she had never once opened her eyes. I thought that she was perhaps locked into a lovely fantasy but (as she told me later) she was just enjoying all the 'sensations that where invading her whole being' her words.

'It's time to be going!' said Larry just as I finished shooting my sponk into Helen. The men pulled me off her and stood her up and put a coat on over her naked body, one of the guy's knelt down and put her high heeled shoes onto her feet. 'We'll bring her back tomorrow and there'll be plenty of sponk for you to eat,' and off the went leaving me laying on the couch.

That was how it all started, it is a regular thing now for any of the guys, or their friends to stop by the house and fuck Helen. They come in ones, two's or any number. She enjoys being their 'Fuck slut' and I enjoy cleaning her after she has been well used.

The blond girl in Larry's advert turned out not to be his wife but his 17 year old flower, and yes, I have had the pleasure of fucking her. She was brought to the house so that she and Helen could be the entertainment for a Stag Night. The girls sucked and fucked each other as a preliminary show to get the guys work up and then they were both used by the 40 guests at the party.

This is now our life style and we wouldn't have it any other way. I love it when Larry uses my wife for his pleasure or when he gives her to his friends to use.

Prélude à la soumission

Je rencontrai Youssouf à l'approche de l'été, mes parents décidèrent d'une vaste rénovation de leur demeure campagnarde. Durant les trois premières semaines, je n'eus aucune opportunité de croiser les ouvriers, occupée que j'étais par mon année en lycée catholique et par mes entraînements et compétitions d'escrime. Quand les vacances scolaires débutèrent, je sombrais alors dans une bienheureuse solitude et restais à la maimister. Pourtant, je cédai à la curiosité et depuis la fenêtre de ma chambre, surveillais les ouvriers s'affairer. Je repérai l'un des leurs à mister remarquable physique, à mister crâne rasé, à sa peau couleur d'ébène. Je me décidai à l'observer attentivement. Allongée sur un transat vêtue d'un maillot de bain rose bonbon, je m'adonnais à une lecture dissipée. En réalité, abritée derrière des lunettes de soleil, j'admirais sous la sueur mister torse musclé et vierge de tout poil. Je détaillais ses biceps saillants, ses pectoraux gonflés, ses abdominaux ciselés et devinais sous mister pantalon des cuisses de taureau. Comparé à mister corps enivrant, mister visage me parut des plus banals mais je compris vite que seule la puissance physique émanant d'un corps masculin m'intéressait. Il comprit mon manège et m'adressa la parole au bout de trois journées. Il avait trente-deux ans et s'exprimait d'une manière directe dans un argot auquel je n'étais ni habituée ni réceptive. Pourtant, j'appréciais sa sincérité débordante, mister intelligence douteuse et le manque de délicatesse qu'il témoignait à mon égard. Je ne voulais clairement entretenir aucun lien avec un homme maniéré. Au contraire, je désirais un véritable mâle. Surprise par mister initiative puis émoustillée par sa proximité, mon cœur palpita. Très troublée, je conservai néanmoins une assurance de façade, dissimulai mes yeux pétillants derrière les lunettes de soleil et esquissai des sourires aussi naturels qu'inconsciemment séducteurs. Son approche se conclut le jour même par ma première expérience sexuelle.

Quatre jours après, un drame se produisit. Mes parents périrent dans un accident de voiture. J'avais toujours entretenu des rapports exécrables avec mes géniteurs mais devenue subitement orpheline, je dus composer avec une situation déroutante. Leur exécuteur testamentaire devint mon tuteur et ordonna la poursuite des travaux. Insouciante, je poursuivais ma scolarité, continuais l'escrime et résidais désormais en compagnie de Youssouf. Il n'existait pourtant ni sentiment amoureux ni complicité entre nous. Il gardait la fibre ancien légionnaire et se rendit coupable dès le départ d'infidélités à répétition qui m'exaspéraient. En revanche, nous nous régalions de nos corps respectifs. Il se comportait formidablement pendant nos ébats et m'offrait un apprentissage accéléré. Il me sodomisa dès notre troisième rapport après m'avoir conseillé sur la manière de procéder à un lavement anal. Il m'acheta le matériel approprié et je pratiquai le soin demandé. Le moment venu, il m'installa en levrette, croupe relevée, et pointa mister gland contre ma pastille. Je grimaçai, pleurai et criai de douleur durant cette initiation. Il ignora mes réactions, progressa imperturbablement dans mon anus et accentua mister pilonnage. Son chibre circoncis mesurant une petite vingtaine de centimètres et d'une épaisseur appréciable dévasta mon petit trou. Au fil des semaines, j'y prenais goût et savourais le mélange exquis d'une douleur quasi-orgasmique associée à un intense plaisir cérébral. À l'inverse, je n'éprouvais que souffrance durant les pénétrations en gorge profonde. Je ne parvenais jamais à le prendre entièrement en bouche, butais piteusement au bout d'une dizaine de centimètres et le contraignais à meurtrir bouche, luette et gorge pour obtenir une meilleure percée. La présence prolongée de mister membre gênait ma respiration. Lorsqu'il stationnait dans ma gorge afin d'admirer fièrement mister œuvre, je suffoquais lentement mais sûrement. Il accompagnait de temps à autre la manœuvre en serrant mon cou ou en pinçant mes narines et ne relâchait l'étreinte que quand il me voyait défaillir. Quoiqu'il advenait, je larmoyais, la salive s'échappait à torrents d'entre mes lèvres, pendait à mon menton et humidifiait mister chibre et ses boules remplies de sève. Je ne m'en plaignais nullement. J'acceptais les conséquences tant heureuses que fâcheuses de ma fascination intacte pour mister impressionnante puissance physique, sans cesse déployée et magnifiée dans notre accouplement.

L'âge de la majorité atteint, je pus profiter davantage encore de mon important héritage, m'adonnais à un shopping continuel et remplissais un dressing gagnant en gigantisme. Je portais des tenues de styles résolument variés mais généralement toujours légères et sexy. J'avais toujours été narcissique et veillais à capter l'attention masculine, considérée comme une appréciable flatterie. Youssouf adorait mon corps, appréciait le confort matériel dans lequel nous vivions et tirait une grande satisfaction de ses sorties au bras d'une jeune bourgeoise blanche. Il se vengeait ainsi de mister enfance miséreuse dans un bidonville de Bamako et je n'avais aucune raimister de lui en tenir rigueur. Néanmoins, je refusais obstinément de laisser un autre individu, quel qu'il soit, goûter à mon corps. J'estimais disposer d'un l'étalon rêvé dont j'étais toujours stupidement éprise et ne souhaitais pas davantage changer de mœurs. Mais j'appréciais appâter pour mieux repousser les avances masculines. Mon attitude naturellement hautaine, mon arrogance démesurée, mon visage glacial et mon regard intense et défiant ajoutaient au déshonneur de mes victimes. Cela m'amusait et je considérais ne rien risquer puisque Youssouf avait le mérite de respecter et faire respecter mes choix. Les années s'écoulèrent encore sans changement notable. Je menais des études en psychologie, Youssouf poursuivait dans la vie active et nous continuions à combler nos conséquents besoins charnels.

À vingt-et-un ans, une évolution profonde s'accomplit. Une fin de journée du mois de mars 2008, Youssouf, mon compagnon de toujours désormais âgé de trente-sept ans, m'indiqua qu'il invitait à dîner l'un de ses collègues le soir-même. Il le connaissait depuis peu mais se réjouissait d'avoir rencontré un compatriote malien partageant des goûts identiques. La perspective me contrariait et je m'attendais à une soirée d'un ennui mortel mais je demandai néanmoins à la bonne de préparer un repas copieux. Je montai au premier étage et gagnai la salle de bains. Je me fis couler un bain moussant presque brûlant, y demeurai durant environ une heure et pratiquai un lavement anal en prévision d'une nuit animée. Une fois essuyée, je passai dans ma chambre et sélectionnai soigneusement ma tenue. J'optai pour un ensemble noir aussi onéreux que classe assorti avec ma longue et ondulée crinière noire corbeau et mon teint légèrement halé. J'enfilai un corset en satin coupé court proposant un décolleté plongeant. Je fixai les agrafes métalliques à l'avant et le laçai dans le dos de manière à compresser ma poitrine siliconée. En effet, dès ma majorité, privilégiant le cœur à la raimister, j'abandonnai mon 85B en pomme. Lucidement, j'écartai d'emblée la proposition du 85E vantée par Youssouf et penchai pour un délicieux 85D. Ma paire de melons tranchait depuis lors avec la minceur de ma silhouette. La fréquentation assidue de ma salle de fitness m'autorisait le maintien continuel d'un poids de 44 kilos pour un petit mètre 57. Vint ensuite le tour d'un micro string en dentelle ne dissimulant que mon minou à l'éternelle épilation brésilienne, à savoir un large triangle de poils pubiens taillés ras que j'arborais en permanence. J'y ajoutai une minijupe plissée, équipée d'une ceinture noire, moulant admirablement mon petit cul bombé d'une fermeté exemplaire. Je terminai en chaussant des bottes en vinyle à talons de quatorze centimètres de haut, dont des semelles plate-formes de quatre centimètres, atteignant quasiment mes genoux et lacées sur toute la partie arrière, dévoilant ainsi mes mollets. Je complétai ma tenue de gants mitaines en dentelle noire couvrant paumes et poignets et d'un tour de cou en dentelle noire. Je me coiffai et confectionnai un chignon en veillant à ce qu'aucune mèche rebelle ne dépasse. Puis je me maquillai, appliquai le mascara, embellis mes lèvres d'un gloss rouge, mes joues d'un fard rouge et mes paupières d'un fard noir accordé à des yeux de même couleur. La touche finale consistait en l'apposition sur le cou, les épaules et la poitrine de quelques gouttes de N°5 de Chanel.

Je descendis à la cuisine, me montrai satisfaite de la besogne de la bonne mais la renvoyai en omettant de la remercier. Youssouf me rejoignit et je détaillais sa tenue. Il revêtait un jean noir et un simple débardeur blanc moulant impeccablement sa musculature de plus en plus démesurée ainsi que des chaussures noires en daim. Je fis une moue de désapprobation devant une apparence si négligée. Il ne prit pas même la peine de répliquer et disparut. Des crissements sur le gravier m'avertirent de l'arrivée de mister ami. Je restai dans le salon et entendis Youssouf bavarder bruyamment avec mister ami. Nous échangeâmes un regard prolongé quand il apparut dans mon champ de vision, en chemise noire à manches longues, jean délavé et chaussures noires habillées. Nous nous scrutions mutuellement. Sa morphologie différait sensiblement de celle de Youssouf, excepté leurs crânes rasés, leurs peaux couleur d'ébène et leurs tailles d'approximativement un mètre 85. Il était extrêmement trapu et présentait un embonpoint beaucoup trop prononcé à mon goût. Je jugeai aussi ses traits plus grossiers et mister nez plus épaté. La gravité de mister regard ne m'inspirait rien qui vaille. Il semblait me dévorer des yeux. Youssouf rompit le silence et m'indiqua qu'il se prénommait Abdoulaye. Il s'approcha et je dus lever la tête pour scruter mister visage. Soudainement, il agrippa ma taille de ses mains fermes et colla sa lourde carcasse contre mon corps. Il riva ses yeux inquisiteurs dans les miens, se lécha les babines, déposa un baiser humide sur chacune de mes joues avant de humer le parfum dans mon cou et d'examiner ma poitrine. Il en détacha finalement mister regard vorace, relâcha mister étreinte et recula d'un pas. Cette attitude me décontenança au point que j'en étais restée figée sur place. Cela ne dura que de courtes secondes mais elles parurent se prolonger indéfiniment. J'avais lamentablement échoué à garder l'aspect inexpressif de mon visage et mon émoi s'y lisait encore certainement. Je parvins à recomposer en apparence mon attitude distante lorsque Youssouf invita Abdoulaye à s'asseoir à sa gauche sur notre interminable canapé en cuir blanc, composé de deux parties perpendiculaires égales. Quant à moi, je m'installai à sa droite et posai ma botte gauche sur ma cuisse droite.

Absente de la conversation engagée, les yeux dans le vague, je tentais d'effacer mon effrayant désordre intérieur. Youssouf nous servit une coupe de champagne dont je bus quelques gorgées alors que les hommes grignotèrent des biscuits apéritifs. Youssouf me réprimanda quand il me jugea trop distraite et je lui jetai un regard furibond. Ils continuèrent néanmoins leur insolente discussion. Abdoulaye continuait à me fixer avec une pénible insistance, exprima sa forte préférence pour les blondes et me recommanda une teinture. Youssouf sembla abonda dans mister sens. Au lieu de rétorquer, je vidai d'un trait ma coupe et agacée, retombai dans mon mutisme. Une dizaine de minutes s'écoula sans que je n'intervienne, absorbant deux coupes supplémentaires et luttant contre la tentation de fulminer. Revenant à la réalité, je décidai de débarrasser la table basse et annonçai que le repas allait être servi dans la salle à manger. Je marchai en direction de la cuisine, mes talons claquaient sur le carrelage, quand Abdoulaye se fendit d'une nouvelle remarque : "J'sens qu'on va se régaler.". Je compris le sous-entendu, mes joues s'empourprèrent mais je me contins. Je ne m'étendrai pas sur le repas, confinant au festin pour ces messieurs qui terminèrent repus et au picorage dans mon cas. L'appétit ne me venait pas. Je m'occupais du service sans témoigner d'émotion extérieure. Par contre, intérieurement, j'étais partagée entre fureur et anxiété. Leur comportement irrespectueux à mon égard me déplaisait. Désormais, ils m'ignoraient totalement et j'eus l'irritante impression d'être considérée comme une vulgaire maîtresse de maimister. Ils ne cessaient d'entamer des dialogues salaces, braillaient et riaient. Je craignais aussi la suite des évènements. Les remarques d'Abdoulaye, pleines d'insinuations, n'autorisaient aucun doute. Il comptait me dépecer. Un détail conforta cette conclusion. Apparemment, Aboudaye, âgé de quarante-quatre ans, avait croupi douze années en primister, recouvré depuis peu sa liberté et ne s'était rien mis sous la dent depuis sa condamnation. Je préférai ignorer le motif de mister incarcération.

Paradoxalement, je ne détachais plus mon regard de sa permisterne depuis cette révélation. Bien que l'aspect convenu de la discussion entamée me permettait de conserver mon minois glaçant, je perdais progressivement de ma suffisance et de ma morgue. Je buvais immodérément du vin rouge, un Bordeaux, de façon bien plus conséquente qu'à mon habitude. Sans atteindre l'ivresse, je devais néanmoins me concentrer pour suivre la conversation, les yeux pétillants, le cœur palpitant. Je suis persuadée qu'il ne s'agissait pas de la seule raimister qui ait conduit à la modification de mon comportement mais l'alcool joua assurément le rôle d'agent désinhibant. Je scrutais Abdoulaye et distinguais une aura semblable à celle de Youssouf quoique d'une nature très différente. Youssouf me fascinait par sa musculature irréprochable et la puissance physique qui s'en dégageait. À l'inverse, je percevais chez Abdoulaye une irrésistible volonté de domination psychologique. Déboussolée, je n'écartais plus l'idée de m'offrir en pâture. Cependant, jamais quiconque ne m'avait imposé sa férule psychologique et il me restait suffisamment d'orgueil pour que je ne m'avoue pas immédiatement vaincue. Abdoulaye proposa à Youssouf de terminer la bouteille mais il refusa et me réserva cet honneur. Déraimisternable, je vidai d'un trait le verre qu'Abdoulaye remplit aussitôt du vin restant. J'avalai une gorgée avant de rechigner à achever le contenu subsistant. Abdoulaye m'interpella, et d'un ton d'une fermeté inouïe, m'ordonna de le finir. Je succombai. La tête me tournait, mes idées s'y embrouillaient et mes défenses craquaient de toute part. Ma poitrine se soulevait à un rythme élevé et je frémissais. Ils retournèrent sur le canapé tandis que je débarrassais la table. Je passais quelques minutes entre la salle à manger et la cuisine tandis que j'entendais au loin du bruit, en l'occurrence des couinements et des cris. J'eus immédiatement la sensation qu'ils regardaient un film pornographique.

Quand je revins dans le salon, je vis sur l'écran géant l'image d'une jeune femme blonde à la poitrine siliconée aux prises avec plusieurs chibres noirs. Youssouf se trouvait nu sur le bord droit du canapé, Abdoulaye à l'intersection de deux parties. Ce dernier m'invita à le rejoindre. Je m'exécutai en avançant d'une démarche hésitante et m'assis à sa gauche, le buste raide et les cuisses légèrement écartées offertes à la contemplation. Il m'observa attentivement avant de conclure dédaigneusement : "T'es sacrément bien gaulée mais tu s'rais beaucoup mieux en blonde.". Son obstination à vanter les blondes m'aurait horripilé en temps normal mais le contexte ne s'y prêtait pas. Je ressentais de la gêne à l'idée de le décevoir. Il me mit en attente encore quelques minutes, obnubilé par l'écran. Je trépignais d'impatience en apercevant une bosse sous mister jean. Regarder une blonde crouler sous les queues et double pénétrée ne m'excitait pas le moins du monde. Youssouf visionnait déjà trop de films semblables à mon goût mais je m'efforçais de suivre la scène. La séquence achevée sur un bukkake, ils reportèrent leur attention sur moi. J'étais toujours assise au bord du canapé et fixais Abdoulaye. Il y remarqua un ultime soupçon de provocation. Il réprima ma conduite d'une gifle cinglante et quelque peu étourdissante sur ma joue droite. Les traces rougies de ses doigts devaient y apparaître. "Me regarde jamais de cette manière, c'est pigé ?". Les yeux baissés, dans le vague, je m'entendis prononcer un faible "Oui" que je dus renouveler à haute voix : "C'est mieux. Bon, Youssouf a oublié de t'dresser. On en a parlé tous les deux et on a décidé de s'occuper de r'faire ton éducation. Tu peux m'croire, tu te comporteras plus jamais comme tu l'as fait ce soir. T'as un gros potentiel mais t'es encore qu'une insupportable sainte nitouche. Ça va changer. À partir de maintenant, des queues, tu vas en voir défiler.". Son discours me rendit honteuse. Je n'aurais jamais accepté habituellement d'entendre ce genre de propos mais venant de lui, ma honte ne provenait pas du fait de n'oser lui répondre mais de la certitude de lui avoir donné une mauvaise impression préliminaire.

Néanmoins, la perspective d'une évolution radicale de mon mode de vie et la possibilité d'être livrée à d'autres mâles par sa seule volonté m'effrayaient. Sans doute était-ce un reste profondément ancré de fierté. Pourtant, mon excitation ne diminuait pas, bien au contraire. Je ne recouvrais mes esprits que trop lentement pour espérer en revenir à mon attitude antérieure. De toute façon, j'étais émoustillée et je ne me voilais pas la face. Mes barrières étaient définitivement rompues, je buvais ses paroles comme du petit lait même si je devais encore en assimiler la portée. Il s'adressa à nouveau à moi, du même ton assuré et ferme qu'il employait continuellement, exigeant que j'ôte mes bottes puis mon haut. Je me levai, lui tournai partiellement le dos, posai ma jambe droite puis ma jambe gauche sur la table basse et retirai gracieusement mes bottes. Ensuite, je dégrafai mon corset et libérai ainsi ma lourde poitrine. Sa disproportion par rapport à mon buste n'en était que plus valorisée. Il m'ordonna de m'aligner devant lui. Lui resta campé sur le canapé en position de power puisqu'il me confirma l'interdiction de le regarder. Il palpa durant un temps infini mes seins, les pris en main, les soupesa et s'attarda sur mes gros tétons roses. Il leur réserva un traitement de faveur, les pinça vulgarement, y promena sa langue et les mordilla. Je gémis et laissais parfois échapper de faibles cris saccadés. En dehors des bruits de succion, un silence particulièrement pesant régnait dans la pièce. L'examen se conclut par une volée de gifles assénées dans le but de vérifier la fermeté de ma poitrine temporairement rougie : "Ça, ça me plaît, on y touchera pas. De grosses loches, ça m'montre que t'es une salope dans l'âme. T'es faite pour la baise, gamine. Il te reste juste à l'comprendre.".

J'observai le mutisme le plus complet quand il reprit mister inspection. Toujours perturbée, j'échouai à ralentir mon rythme cardiaque. Le contact de ses paumes calleuses sur ma peau douce me faisait frémir. Je ne savais comment réagir dans une situation si inédite. Il caressa mes petons, mes mollets, en constata la fermeté puis remonta très lentement le long de mes cuisses. Il s'arrêta juste avant d'atteindre ma mini jupe. Il consentit enfin à se lever. Il saisit mon bras gauche d'une poigne ferme et me conduisit jusqu'à l'extrémité droite du canapé où la table basse ne pourrait gêner nos mouvements. Il se plaça devant moi, se débarrassa de sa chemise, dévoilant mister torse robuste, un ventre imposant, de la poitrine et une pilosité abondante. Il passa derrière moi, immisça ses mains sous ma mini jupe et la fit descendre jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe le long de mes jambes. D'un geste habile, je la repoussai du pied droit. Il prit mes globes en main, les tapota et après avoir écarté mon micro string, parcourut d'un seul doigt ma raie, de ma rondelle jusqu'à ma fente. Il ne s'y attarda pas et se contenta d'un contrôle de routine. Néanmoins, il prit le soin de me délivrer du micro string qui chut à mister tour. Il ôta ses derniers vêtements et exigea que j'observe mister chibre. Je tournai la tête en arrière et aperçus un sexe circoncis et bandé mesurant un peu moins de vingt centimètres, moins long mais plus épais que celui de Youssouf. Trop épais raimisternai-je. Sa largeur me paraissait excessive. Il s'assit devant moi, sa tige et ses boules dans le vide. "Fais-moi voir comme tu suces.". Je me glissai entre ses cuisses, à quatre pattes, ôtai mes gants mitaines devenus gênants, gardai un appui au sol avec ma main droite et pris dans la gauche mister chibre. Je ne parvenais pas à en faire le tour. Je commençais à le masturber lentement avant de hasarder ma langue sur mister gland. J'y déposais de brefs coups de langue tout en continuant à l'astiquer. Je posais mes lèvres autour de mister gland, l'aspirais et manipulais sa queue pour parvenir à lécher sa surface du gland jusqu'à la base. Je réitérais la manœuvre jusqu'à ce qu'il soit entièrement lubrifié.

Me baissant, je réussis à poser ma langue sur ses boules remplies de semence. Je repris la masturbation à un rythme accru, parcourus la surface de ses bourses et les aspirai par endroits. Je me redressais régulièrement et frottais mister gland contre mes tétons durcis. Il gémissait faiblement et caressait sans délicatesse mon visage. Je me réjouissais de le pomper ainsi et utilisais ma méthode habituelle si apprécié de Youssouf. Cependant, je devais m'empêcher de le fixer intensément dans les yeux. Je passais aux choses sérieuses et m'essayais à gober mister gourdin. J'éprouvais des difficultés et devais ouvrir la bouche au maximum pour l'y accueillir. À chaque mouvement de va-et-vient, des frottements se produisaient mais en dépit de cette sensation inédite et assez plaisante, je persévérais à le sucer. Je l'avalais sur quelques centimètres, branlais vivement la surface libre, frôlais la base de sa queue de mes ongles longs vernis de rouge, m'avançais au fil des secondes, agitais ma langue et accélérais jusqu'à la fatidique dizaine de centimètres. Je stagnais désormais et il s'en rendit rapidement compte. Il émit un grognement, plaça sa main droite sous ma mâchoire et sa main gauche derrière mon crâne. Alors, poussant ma tête en avant, il s'enfonça, dévastant ma bouche et ma gorge, dépassant ma luette et entraînant des pleurs. Je bavais abondamment mais à cause de l'étroitesse de l'espace entre mister chibre et mes lèvres, la salive stagnait en grande partie dans ma cavité buccale. Je suffoquais déjà quand il cessa sa percée et demeura de longues secondes enfoncé. Il se retira lorsqu'il m'estima sur le point d'étouffer. Je repris bruyamment ma respiration, haletai à la recherche d'oxygène et en toussant, projetai des flots de salive sur le carrelage. Sans dire mot, il reprit appui sur ma tête et glissa sa queue dans ma bouche. Le calvaire recommença, les effets de la pénétration se révélaient identiques jusqu'au moment où il appuya de toute sa puissance. La douleur s'accentua, je perdis contact avec la réalité avant qu'une claque ne me remette d'aplomb malgré mon affaiblissement consécutif au manque d'oxygénation. Mon nez pointait contre sa bedaine, mes lèvres contre la peau entourant la base de sa queue. Je ne réalisais pas alors avoir englouti sa matraque. Il me baisa vigoureusement de longs instants. La douleur me vrillait le crâne et ne s'atténua que très légèrement une fois délivrée de mister ascendant.

La mâchoire démontée, la gorge en feu, les deux mains posées sur le carrelage, la tête penchée vers le sol, un filet de salive tendu entre ma lèvre inférieure et mister gland, un autre pendu au menton, mes joues ruisselaient de larmes et des traînées de mascara s'y remarquaient. Je rejetai à nouveau une importante quantité de bave. Je ne la crachai pas, elle s'écoulait sans mon intervention. "Youssouf, j'crois qu'à l'avenir, mister gosier s'ra bien ouvert pour ta bite." Ils rirent de bon cœur. Il est vrai que je ne gobais jamais entier le pieu de Youssouf qui s'était rapproché de nous pour observer. Toutefois, il mesurait quelques centimètres de plus et je doutais fortement qu'il puisse remplir un pareil objectif. Abdoulaye se renversa sur le canapé, allongé sur le dos, les cuisses écartées et les mollets en l'air. Tenant fièrement mister membre en main, il m'intima l'ordre de lui prodiguer un anulingus. Réticente, j'hésitai quelques secondes avant de capter mister regard furieux. Alors, les mains posées sur le rebord du canapé, j'approchai mon visage et donnai quelques coups de langue près de mister anus. Mécontent, il gifla sévèrement mes deux joues et encore étourdie, il colla mon visage contre mister cul. Je mis un peu plus de bonne volonté et gardais ma langue en lien permanent avec mister anus. J'y prenais goût, fermais mes paupières et léchais avec avidité le pourtour de mister anus. À mon propre étonnement, j'écartais davantage ses fesses, ouvrant mister anus pour y aventurer le bout de la langue. Il gémissait et me laissait agir à ma guise, se contenant d'appuyer parfois mon visage contre sa raie. Il daigna ensuite abandonner sa place à Youssouf qui, imitant sa posture, eut également droit à mister premier anulingus, en tout cas réalisé par mes soins. Je m'appliquais et me régalais de leurs anus, j'entrais encore le bout de la langue dans mister petit trou. Youssouf gémissait et s'astiquait, yeux au plafond mais il mit un terme à l'anulingus en se rasseyant.

Au bord du canapé, il désirait que je le pompe sans aucune préparation préalable. Son empressement me choqua. Je retins ma langue et le pris en bouche sur une dizaine de centimètres, ne balayant mister chibre avec ma langue qu'à l'intérieur de ma cavité buccale et branlant la surface disponible. Il insistait sur mes tétons, les pinçait, les tirait et les tordait dans tous les sens. Par contre, il ne m'imposa pas de gorge profonde et je pus le fixer durant toute la fellation. Cela représentait à mon avis une preuve ô combien accablante de mister laxisme en matière de domination psychologique. Durant cet intermède, Abdoulaye relança le film, sélectionnant probablement une nouvelle séquence que j'ignorais royalement. Il se tint à l'écart de courtes minutes avant de me réquisitionner à mister service exclusif. Youssouf se reporta sur le visionnage de l'écran. Le mister très élevé m'assourdissait. Allongée sur le dos, sur le canapé, les cuisses écartelées, la tête et les épaules reposant contre le dossier, la croupe au-dessus du vide, je pus à loisir détailler l'image tandis qu'Abdoulaye se délectait de mon minou. Une deuxième blonde, , âgée de trente ans environ, encaissait les assauts d'un second groupe de Noirs. Fellations, gorges profondes, doubles pénétrations, rien ne lui était épargné. À genoux, Abdoulaye exprima mister mécontentement de voir mon minou non intégralement épilé. Quand il m'imposa verbalement de renoncer à toute pilosité pubienne, je retins tant bien que mal un accès de colère. Penché en avant, il s'occupa de mon minou. Voulant lui offrir autant d'espace que possible et ne pas imposer mon contact, j'écartai les jambes en position aérienne. Je n'eus pas droit à un cunilingus délicat puisqu'il me bouffait la chatte. Il léchait goulument mes lèvres vaginales, aspirait et mordillait mon clitoris.

Une bouffée de chaleur envahit mon corps quand il introduisit mister majeur droit surmonté d'une chevalière dans mon vagin. Je malaxais mes seins, pinçais mes tétons et mordillais ma lèvre inférieure. Il me pénétra énergiquement avant d'ajouter l'index. Il me baisait la chatte, y tournait ses doigts et ma cyprine commençait à se répandre. Ma main gauche se dirigea vers ma petite fleur et joua avec tandis qu'Abdoulaye me donnait à lécher ses deux doigts trempés. Ma langue agile n'en perdit pas une seule goutte. Il enfourna à nouveau ses doigts dans mon antre et les accompagna de mister annulaire. Je couinais sans cesse et agitais frénétiquement mon clitoris mais il suspendit finalement mister geste. Je fis de même et le regardai se redresser. J'évitai de le fixer. Posant ses mains près du dossier, il put ainsi me surplomber et j'entourai sa taille de mes jambes. Il écarta mon vagin, dévoila sa délicate teinte rose, pointa mister gland contre mes lèvres vaginales et l'y plongea. Il y parvint sans difficulté majeure mais la suite s'annonçait moins évidente. Sa queue épaisse progressa lentement et brusqua le passage. Les mains crispées sur le rebord du canapé, je laissai échapper un petit cri prolongé. Finalement, mon sexe enserra à tel point le sien qu'il le contraignit à se frayer un chemin vulgarement. Je me contentais de regarder mister torse robuste et la pénétration. Il n'avait pas la même vitesse de pénétration que Youssouf mais il compensait par la largeur de mister sexe démolisseur. Il adopta immédiatement un rythme de croisière moyennement élevé et le conserva. Il suait à grosses gouttes et du fait de sa position, sa transpiration achevait sa course sur mon corps. Mes couinements répétés accompagnaient ses rares gémissements. Je me sentais comblée, et par la largeur de mister mandrin, et par le désintérêt total qu'il me portait. J'appréciais à sa juste valeur la bestialité du rapport. Je vécus d'ailleurs mon premier orgasme de la soirée lors d'une accélération soudaine. Paupières closes, bras relevés, mains crispées sur le haut du dossier, je jouis bruyamment. Abdoulaye ignora l'évènement et continua à me labourer. Youssouf, en raimister de la fin de la séquence pornographique, nous rejoignit.

Abdoulaye lui laissa le soin de lui succéder. Youssouf profita de sa plus grande taille pour me pénétrer agenouillé. Je gardai les cuisses écartées. Je lus sa surprise quand il contempla mon minou. Il sortait béant de la pénétration d'Abdoulaye et Youssouf s'y glissa aisément. Je décidai de conserver mes mains sur le haut du dossier mais Abdoulaye revint à la charge. Il s'agenouilla à ma gauche sur le canapé et présenta mister sexe face à ma tête tournée de côté. Je le pompais du mieux que me le permettait ma situation. Je léchais mister gland, goûtais à ma cyprine et avalais sa queue sur moins d'une dizaine de centimètres. Mes mouvements de tête s'avéraient irréguliers et cela l'agaçait visiblement. Il posait souvent une main sur l'un de mes seins, le remuait, le pressait sauvagement, le claquait. Il déformait mes joues à l'aide de mister gland, giflait mon visage avec sa queue, y répandait de la salive, étouffait mes couinements et décida de m'imposer une gorge profonde light. Une main derrière mon crâne, deux doigts pinçant parfois mes narines, il me baisa la bouche sur une quinzaine de centimètres. Je ne pleurais pas mais bavais. Un filet de salive pendait à chaque fois entre ma bouche et mister gland lorsqu'il ressortait tandis qu'un autre filet pendait à mon menton et tombait sur mes melons. Cela se reproduisait très souvent. Je n'oubliais nullement le travail de Youssouf. Il remplissait toujours à merveille sa fonction de marteau piqueur, me culbutait à une cadence hallucinante. Seule ma position permettait à mon corps d'éviter le ballotement. Il finit par saisir mes mollets dans ses paumes. Je ressentais un intense plaisir, tant physique que cérébral. Je me réjouissais de leur présence oppressante et de la façon dont ils me traitaient. Ils faisaient chacun étalage d'une puissante magictisante. Ils me considéraient comme un vulgaire morceau de viande et ne se souciaient aucunement de mon plaisir. À défaut, ils m'en procuraient involontairement de par leurs aptitudes et attitudes. Abdoulaye, soucieux de récupérer la mainmise, arrêta Youssouf.

Il me laissa sur le canapé mais me fit reposer sur le flanc droit. Youssouf, genou droit sur le canapé, prit appui avec sa main droite sur le dossier et continua à m'enfiler. Mon mollet gauche reposait sur mister épaule gauche quand Abdoulaye présenta mister chibre au-dessus de mon visage. Je léchais ses boules et pompais mister dard. Il continuait à tripoter mes seins et à me baiser modestement la bouche. Il défit soudainement mon chignon, me prit par les cheveux et me traîna à quatre pattes sur le carrelage où il me disposa en levrette. D'un geste sûr, il plaqua mes épaules, où se répandait désormais ma crinière, sur le carrelage, y écrasant ma poitrine. Il écarta mes globes et éjecta un crachat sur ma pastille qui dut manquer sa cible. Il garda un seul genou au sol. Son gland vint toucher ma rondelle et s'y enfonça. J'étais terrifiée par l'épaisseur de mister chibre et craignais la sodomie. Il poussa longuement, ne progressant que centimètre par centimètre, m'arrachant une grimace et quelques larmes. Je retins mes cris en mordant ma lèvre inférieure. J'accueillais pour la première fois un calibre si impressionnant et cela ne se passait pas sans encombre. Il parvint enfin à un point de saturation, quelques centimètres seulement devaient manquer et il s'estima sans doute satisfait. Mon anus enserrait entièrement mister pieu qui débuta de lents allers-retours avant que la sodomie ne gagne en intensité. Il continuait à suer à grosses gouttes, martyrisait mon anus et multipliait les fessées. Je m'obstinais à retenir mes cris, ce qui lui déplut certainement. Il profita de ma petite taille pour placer un pied devant ma bouche et m'incita à l'ouvrir. Je desserrai la mâchoire et mes cris se firent entendre. Il décéléra et se contenta ensuite d'une sodomie à moyenne cadence en mesure d'élargir mon orifice. Il me donna ses orteils à sucer. Cette situation particulièrement humiliante ne me dérangeait pas et je remplissais mon devoir consciencieusement. Il me sembla dangereusement faiblir et dépité, laissa sa place à Youssouf. En résumé, j'eus l'impression qu'il effectuait le travail de sape et abandonnait le gros œuvre à mon endurant compagnon. Ce dernier s'en chargea comme à mister habitude, tout en puissance.

Il me permit de reprendre un appui décent. Je veillais à demeurer bien cambrée et décidais de rester penchée, soutenant mon poids sur mes avant-bras. Il posa ses mains sur mes épaules menues et démonta mon fondement béant. Son appui atténuait mon balancement et renforçait les sensations de la sodomie qu'il pratiquait désormais en me chevauchant. Je criais et grimaçais. Youssouf m'accorda une nouvelle alternance et revint investir ma fente. Aussitôt, Abdoulaye repassa à l'attaque et se campa devant mon visage : "Allez, goûte ton cul salope.". J'obtempérai et pompai mister dard. Je pris plaisir à téter mister gland. Il évita la gorge profonde, voulant à coup sûr me ménager. Les deux continuaient à suer, notamment Abdoulaye dont le corps brillait d'une transpiration torrentielle. Je ne ressentais aucune répulsion, estimant qu'il s'agissait d'un élément essentiel des rapports sexuels. Je me trouvais d'ailleurs comme eux, en nage. Des mèches de cheveux se trouvaient collées sur mes joues et sur mon front. Alors que j'allais accéder à l'orgasme, Youssouf se retira d'un commun accord avec Abdoulaye. Je me réagenouillai. Abdoulaye profita de ma position pour glisser sa queue entre mes obus. Je les compressai afin de couver mister membre entre mes deux seins. Il le fit coulisser à petite vitesse. La tête baissée, je donnai des coups de langue sur mister gland. La manœuvre ne s'étendit pas et Abdoulaye s'allongea sur le canapé. Il m'indiqua de lui tourner le dos et je m'empalai donc l'anus sur sa queue. L'opération fut d'une facilité presque déconcertante tant mon anus était dilaté. Accroupie, mains sur le cuir, j'imposais moi-même le tempo. Soumise à une fatigue croissante, je parvins cependant à gesticuler promptement sur mister membre. J'émis mes couinements coutumiers. Je me renversai en arrière, pieds posés sur le canapé, assurai mon équilibre grâce à mes bras et pensai qu'Abdoulaye en profiterait pour reprendre le contrôle des opérations. Je fus donc très surprise de constater que Youssouf s'agenouillait devant moi. Abdoulaye me prévint "Tu ne pensais quand même pas y échapper ? Un garage à bites, ça s'remplit.". Il n'ajouta rien d'autre.

Pétrifiée, je marquai un long temps d'arrêt, mes battements cardiaques un peu apaisés reprirent de plus belle. Youssouf écarta mes cuisses, tâtonna à la recherche de la position idéale. Il s'agenouilla, se pencha en avant, colla mister torse contre mon buste et se rapprocha jusqu'à pointer mister gland contre ma fente. Les cuisses écartées abritant un vagin en feu, les jambes sans appui dans les airs passées par-dessus ses cuisses, j'allais découvrir la double pénétration et ce n'était pas sans un soupçon d'appréhension. À peine le gland enfilé, Youssouf me perfora facilement. J'éprouvai une première impression très positive et ressentis une authentique satisfaction d'accueillir un chibre dans chacun de mes orifices principaux et d'être remplie par ces deux mâles. Ils tentèrent de me labourer en rythme mais n'y réussirent qu'au bout d'une minute. Une fois la vitesse de croisière déterminée, ils me labourèrent avec entrain, alternant doubles pénétrations vives et puissants coups de reins. Quelquefois, Abdoulaye me fessait. Un sourire au visage, paupières closes, je couinais, criais et profitais à plein de la sensation géniale d'un plaisir double. Dans ma position inconfortable, j'étais de toute manière condamnée à subir leurs assauts. Ils s'acharnèrent sur mes trous en gémissant et je me repentis pour l'erreur monumentale que j'avais commise en refusant jusqu'à présent cette pratique. Elle risquait de devenir un péché mignon dont je raffolerai et qui mériterait le sacrifice de mon orgueil sur l'autel du plaisir. Suite à un second orgasme, j'eus néanmoins le malheur d'atteindre les limites de mon endurance, mise à rude épreuve par ces deux colosses. Abdoulaye glissa mister bras droit sous mes genoux et me renversa encore en arrière. Mes jambes reposaient désormais contre le torse de Youssouf. Je reposais directement sur mister ventre et Youssouf bénéficiait lui d'un angle optimal de pénétration. Au bout de plusieurs dizaines de secondes, Abdoulaye corsa encore l'affaire. Il accentua mister emprise, écrasa mes cuisses contre mon buste et colla mes genoux des deux côtés du visage. Ses mains se posèrent derrière mon crâne et le remontèrent autant que possible, au point de l'endolorir. J'étais écartelée, ma croupe relevée. Il dut ainsi quitter mon anus mais Youssouf s'y engouffra et m'emboutit pour deux.

Il alignait les allers-retours dans mon anus et entre mon anus et ma bouche qu'il baisa enfin. Je sentais le souffle chaud et court d'Abdoulaye sur mon dos et ma nuque. Je fus ensuite retournée, placée en levrette, mon ventre plat collé contre la panse velue d'Abdoulaye et ma poitrine offerte à ses lèvres. Il succomba prestement à mister attrait et mordit mes tétons au point de me faire crier tandis qu'il marquait clairement le pas dans ma chatte trempée sans que je ne lui reproche. Décidément, dans mon esprit, mister mental dominant compensait ses carences physiques. Seul Youssouf, cramponné à mes épaules, eut les ressources nécessaires pour me chevaucher et intensifier la cadence alors que je piochais dans mes réserves. Un regain d'activité de la part d'Abdoulaye me permit de vivre un troisième orgasme haut en couleur. En effet, vidée, je ne poussai qu'un cri sourd. Ces messieurs me demandèrent soudainement de m'agenouiller au bord du canapé tandis qu'eux restaient à leurs places. En me penchant, je pus ainsi branler leurs deux dards et les sucer goulûment à une dernière reprise. Ils quittèrent à leur tour le canapé et m'entrainèrent dans un coin dégagé. Je me positionnai en poirier anal à leur demande, la tête et les épaules sur le carrelage, le corps à la verticale, les mollets tendus vers le plafond et la croupe offerte. Je la réalisai très vite puisque j'en étais adepte. Dans mon état, et en dépit de mon agilité coutumière, je maintenais peu aisément mon équilibre. Ils se situèrent tous deux d'un côté différent de ma croupe. Abdoulaye se rua dans mon anus et Youssouf dans ma chatte, enjambant mes cuisses et ajoutant à la difficulté de ma tâche. Ils jouèrent sur leurs jambes pour enfourner leurs queues dans mes orifices et le premier s'avérait encore moins véloce que mister compère. Mais il avait l'infini mérite de me remplir. Après cette expérience concluante du poirier anal, il m'imposa un nouvel agenouillement. Je maintenais le buste droit, valorisant mes obus, et compris évidemment qu'ils allaient me récompenser de leurs semences. J'ouvris la bouche et tirais la langue, frottais faiblement mes lèvres vaginales et mon clitoris avec ma main gauche et observais leurs phallus gorgés de sève. Comme à mon habitude, je refusais de clore mes paupières au risque de récolter du foutre dans un œil.

De face, Youssouf vida ses boules le premier et j'interrompis instantanément ma masturbation. Il ne déposa qu'un seul jet sur ma langue, aspergeant aussi ma lèvre supérieure, une bonne partie de ma joue gauche et l'arête de mon nez. Abdoulaye embraya sans tarder et gicla à gros bouillons en poussant des cris brefs mais tonitruants. Deux jets achevèrent leurs courses sur ma langue et les autres s'écrasèrent sur ma joue droite, sur mon sourcil et mes cils droits et un peu sur ma joue gauche. Ravie, j'avalai les trois jets répandus sur ma langue, saisis leurs chibres et léchai gloutonnement les gouttes présentes sur leurs glands. Je les branlai à nouveau et les pompai sur quelques centimètres. Le foutre coulait sur mes joues et une rasade tomba sur mon sein droit. Ensuite, je reculai et à l'aide de mon majeur et de mon index gauches, je recueillis leurs nectars et léchai langoureusement mes doigts. Je me régalai de leurs spermes gras et me permis de leur adresser un large sourire. Il disparut dès qu'Abdoulaye, penché en avant s'exprima : "Ouais. T'as vraiment du potentiel mais plein de choses à apprendre. J'vais me charger de ton éducation en permisterne et tu d'viendras une pute, une vraie de vraie.". Je ne réagis pas à ses propos puisque j'étais encore très réservée sur cette question. Ils m'invitèrent à remonter dans ma chambre et j'obtempérai devant ce congédiement en règle. J'effectuais le trajet d'une démarche chancelante due à l'état de mes orifices et aux effets pas encore dissipés de l'alcool. Dans la glace de ma salle de bains, je contemplai mon visage. Les larmes y avaient séché mais il était en nage et les traînées de mascara sur les joues attiraient mon regard. Plusieurs mèches collaient obstinément sur mes joues et mon front. Mon regard semblait particulièrement vitreux et encore un peu embué. Je pris une douche chaude afin de nettoyer mon corps souillé de liquides que je considérais pourtant comme très respectables. Je m'essuyai et m'arrêtai devant le miroir en pied de ma chambre. Je fixais ma chatte. J'étais encore décidée à conserver coûte que coûte ma toimister pubienne, élément incontournable de mon apparence physique. Je scrutais ma longue crinière noire corbeau. Je ne voulais assurément la teindre en blond ou la raccourcir pour rien au monde. Dans mon lit douillet, nue et éprouvée, blottie sous la couette, je me disais que je n'accepterai certainement jamais qu'un homme autre que le colosse Youssouf ou le redoutable Abdoulaye me baise. Et pourtant...

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HOW MY FRIEND STOLE MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER


My name is Rob and I am 40 year old typical average man, I have my own house, married to a beautiful wife and have an equally beautiful teenage flower. This is a story about what happened one fateful night to both of them and how it nearly destroyed my life.

It was Friday night and I was having my monthly poker game tonight with several of my buddies. We were all typical middle married guys all except for Frank. Frank was almost 50 years old and a friend from work, he never married and preferred to just live the bachelor life. We had a well known reputation with the ladies and equally interesting stories to go along with them. My other friends however were just happy to get away from their wives for the night.

That's where I differed as well, my wife was gorgeous sexy women who at 35 years old still had an amazing body and more importantly still had her youthful look compared to some of my buddies wives who had already started to let themselves go. I always enjoyed her company so there was no need for me to escape her for the night.

The night started off like any other, we were sitting around my poker table in the basement playing, takeing and watching some NHL hockey that was on the TV. My wife would come down every once in a while and bring us some beers. I could tell all my friends were looking her up and down and "eye humping" her, she was after all wearing a tank top with no bra on so you could clearly make out her perky nipples from her large C cup breasts.

My wife was also takeing except not beer, she usually only takes rum and cokes and was already on to her third or forth take. I could tell she was getting friendlier with my buddies flirty chit-chat where as before she just kind of ignored it. Frank was trying to flirt with her the most commenting on her breasts, ass and figure. My wife just kind of laughed it off, I was getting a little pissed off at him but didn't say anything.

It was starting to get late, we were all takes by this point and our poker game was slowing down. My 14 year old flower Julie came downstairs at one point and gave me a kiss good night. I could see Frank eyeing her up and down, looking at her still growing petite tits, what a perv I thought. Frank then commented to my flower how cute she looks saying she was turning into a little hottie. Julie just laughed and called him a dirty old man.

My flower and wife then said they were going to head to relax and my wife winked at me and told me not to keep her waiting too long.

Before we called it a night however the guys still wanted to play a few more hands and we all had another two beers. Almost another hour had passed before we all finally decided to call it a night. Most of my friends left and just walked home since they all lived within a few blocks from my house. Frank lived further away and had driven here, he asked if he could relax on the couch or something.

I told him he could relax off his takesenness in our spare bedroom upstairs this was across from my flower’s room. He said thanks and asked where the bathroom was, he had to take a wicked piss. I told Frank to use the washroom upstairs beside my bedroom because it looks like some one puked all over the downstairs one. He stumred and staggered upstairs.

I on the other hand had to stay behind and clean up some of this mess we made down here all night long. I had to clean up the washroom here otherwise the entire basement is going to smell nasty in the morning, I also cleaned up all the beer bottles and chips and food left around. I was fairly takes myself at this point so it took me about 15-20 minutes.

Unknown to me at the time, Frank had made his way upstairs and found the bathroom with ease. He walked in, relived himself and then proceed to look for the guestroom however something caught his eye. The glow from the bathroom light allowed him to see faintly into what he assumed was his friend's bedroom. He could see my wife's naked form in the soft light.

Frank was too takes and too curious to turn down an invitation like this, all he saw was a naked women laying there with her legs spread open in an inviting way. In the back of his mind he knew it was my wife but being a ladies man he was too much in the habit of going to bed with a women at the end of a night of takeing, he was so takes that this seemed no different then any other night to him. In his head he just thought as usual that this woman was waiting naked for him.

He walked in slowly and stripped down naked, he was already getting hard just looking at her. He sat down in the bed with her and started to feel up her body and fondle her ample breasts. My wife was breathing heavily in a deep relax already, she had too much holy water earlier and had fallen arelax waiting for her husband to come to bed. Frank wasting no time started fingering her, she was already a little bit moist down there so in no time after a little bit of fingering she was getting extremely wet.

When he believed she was ready he climbed up between her and lined up his large hard cock at her warm entrance. He toyed with the tip of his cock on her clit for a minute and my wife started to moan yet she was still arelax or ****** from her takeing.

Frank was now ready himself and started to slide his long hard cock into my wife's pussy. It slipped in slow at first but as he thrust harder the full length of his shaft sunk down into as deep as possible hitting her cervix. Frank then began to slowly thrust in and out of my wife while grabbing and squeezing her tits. My wife was now starting to moan fairly loud, she always was a loud one during sex, not fake loud but was actually authentically loud during our love making.

It was around this point that I had finished cleaning up downstairs and had made my way upstairs. I first checked the guestroom to see if Frank made it but he was no where to be seen. I then checked on my flower and she was fast arelax in her room. Then finally as I got closer to my bedroom I heard loud moaning, my wife’s loud moaning. I got butterflies in my stomach as I inched closer to the doorway. What I saw shocked me, I could see my friend Frank naked on my marital bed fucking away at my wife.

I was in shock and frozen unable to move or do anything. As my eyes adjusted better to the low light I could see my wife was arelax or ****** but was reacting instinctively to Frank's assault on her body. Frank was plowing into her fairly hard but still at a good pace, my wife was moaning loud and the bed was shaking and making a lot of noise.

I could now tell that Frank was getting close to cumming, yet I was still in shock just standing still at the doorway like an idiot. I should have just ran over there and pulled him off because unknown to Frank she wasn't on any birth control, normally we just relied on using condoms. I couldn't budge though, I continued to be amazed and shocked at the sight before me, I couldn't believe my friend Frank was fucking my beautiful wife.

Frank had almost reached his point of no return, he threw my wife’s legs over his shoulders and started pounding into her as hard as he could. From this angle I could see his large cock pistoning in and out of her extremely fast. His cock was way larger then mine, I have somewhat of an average size, not small but not large either. Frank's cock on the other hand was definitely filling my wife both length and width wise like never before. I could now hear Frank start to groan loudly and freeze in her with his cock fully implanted in her cunt. I knew then that he was ejaculating his sperm into my fertile wife.

After Frank was finished he collapsed on to her for a minute or two before rolling over on to his stomach beside her. It was then I could see all of Frank's cum oozing out of her pussy. I started to come back to my senses and walked over finally. I threw some of the bed covers over my wife and started to tap Frank who had already dozed off to relax. He was startled and confused a little, I played stupid like I didn't know what just happened and told him he went to relax in the wrong bedroom and to go to the guest bedroom down the hall.

Frank had thought he was caught he knew he was naked in his friends bed with his naked wife, he sort of expected his ass to be kicked but it seemed like his friend didn't know he just fucked her so he played stupid as well and said "oh sorry man, guess I was too takes and not paying attention". He got up picked up his clothes and walked out naked breathing a sigh of relief.

After I heard him walk down the hall, I closed the bedroom door and pulled the covers off my wife to inspect what he did to her. I could see cum still following out of her pussy, her pussy was also stretched open a lot. All that rough hard fucking with a long wide dick had really stretched her pussy a lot. I decided not to clean her up, there was simply no point, Frank had already dumped a huge amount of cum into her and she could already be pregnant.

Strangely watching Frank fuck my wife I realized I had become very hard and was still maintaining that hard on. I was hesitant to have sex with my wife now though, I have never had sloppy seconds in my life but here I was thinking about it. I decided I was too horny and would fuck her anyway despite Frank just cumming in her a few minutes ago.

My wife was still ****** or relaxing and seemed oblivious to anything going on. I left her on her back and lined up my cock to her freshly fucked pussy. I pushed in and it was easy going since she was so wet with Frank's cum. Immediately I noticed how loose she felt, I could hardly get any feeling from her, Frank had stretch her pussy so much that my now averaged sized dick wasn't enough for her cunt. I tried to continue fucking her but it was too sloppy and I wasn't getting enough feeling. Instead I just pulled out of her and jacked off and came on her pussy lips. I came a fair amount on her but it just didn't seem to compare to the amount of cum Frank had deposited in her.

Feeling defeated, embarrassed and sad I retreated to the bathroom for a take of water and to clean up my dick a little from my wife’s mess. I was about to head back to bed and call it a lousy night but I noticed down the hall Frank's clothes were piled on the ground at the base of my flower’s bedroom door. I started to get a sickening feeling again, what the fuck was going on? I saw the way he looked at her earlier, he couldn't have the fucking nerve to mess around with my 14 year old flower though especially after getting away with fucking my wife could he?

I slowly walked down the hall careful not to make much noise. When I got to her bedroom door I could hear whispering, my flower and Frank talking. I was also able to peak in because the door was slightly open, just barely enough for me to see. What I did see deeply concerned me. Here was naked 50 year old Frank in my flower’s bed with the covers loosely over both of them. It looked like to me Frank was showing my flower his monster cock and she was curious and mesmerized by its size.

Frank was instructing her to touch it and hold it. I watched as my young flower started to slowly jack him off. I was somewhat relieved that she still had her clothes on however things quickly changed when I heard frank whispering to her "don't forget what you promised now baby, I've shown you mine but you have to show me yours now".

Again I was in shock at what was happening, here was my 50 year old friend naked with my flower fooling around together. I told myself any normal man would have ripped this pervert off their flower and probably *******ed him by now but for some reamister I still couldn't react to what I was seeing. I just continued to stand their watching, frozen and unable to move.

My flower just giggled and said "here they are, not very big yet but they are growing fairly quickly, I have to keep buying new bras" and with that she removed her night shirt and was naked from the waist up. I could now see my flower’s breasts, I estimated them to be a small B cup in size. Frank began to feel and fondle her young breasts and she offered no resistance. I could tell my flower was enjoying this, my wife had suspected she was sexually active already at 14 but I permisterally didn't want to believe it at the time.

Frank continued playing with my flower, sucking on her nipples and began lowering his hand down her legs and holding it right on her panty covered pussy. My flower Julie didn't object she was just moaning softly, I could tell now he was rubbing her pussy. He then whispered to her, "how about you remove these?". Julie was hesitant to do it but Frank was persuasive and kept massaging her pussy and telling her it would feel a lot nicer if she removed them for him.

Julie eventually gave in to his advances and reached down and removed her panties for him. My 14 year old flower was now totally naked with a man that was older then her own man. He began to finger her slowly and started to work up speed, she was now starting to moan fairly loud just like her lady. At the same time Julie continued to slowly give Frank a hand job.

After a few minutes, he whispered something into Julies hear which I couldn't hear. She seemed unsure of whatever he said but he started to direct her. I watched as my flower climb over top of Frank and got into the 69 position. I could tell my flower had never done this position before but as she started to lower her head and suck on his large cock I knew she had given head before. She started sucking him like a pro with no hesitation.

Frank was licking away and sucking her young teenage cunt as she continued to suck his monster tool of a dick. They stayed in this position for about 15 minutes until my flower started to orgasm. At this point Frank immediately rolled her over and lined up his cock at her tight wet entrance. Julie started to object saying she wasn't sure about this that she had only had sex a couple times with her boyfriend and she thought his dick was too big for her.

Frank ignored her concerns and rubbed his large fat cockhead up and down her slit. He bent down and open mouthed kissed her as he started to push into her, I suspected he did this so she couldn't object further. I could see his cock trying to make its way in but it was so wide for her tight inexperienced pussy that it was slow going. Eventually her pussy started to adjust as he stretched her to allow his old man's monster cock into her.

Inch by inch now started to disappear into my flower, Frank was taking it slow to make sure he didn't hurt her. After a couple minutes of slowly sinking into her tight hole he bottomed out finally I could see his cock fully impaled into her with his hairy balls resting at her ass. My flower had somehow managed to take in his entire cock. He smiled to her and whispered, "oh baby your definitely the tightest pussy I have had in years, probably decades, your still virgin tight". Julie remained silent and was just moaning softly. As her pussy began to stretch more and adjust to Frank's large size he began to slowly thrust in and out of her.

I continued watching as they began fucking at a good tempo, my flower was enthusiastically humping back at him and had locked her legs behind his hairy ass. My flower’s bed started rocking and creaking and her moaning became much louder as Frank began to fuck Julie at a faster and harder pace. I also shamefully found myself getting hard watching my old friend fuck my flower.

As Frank started hard short strokes Julie sensed he was about to cum soon and suddenly remember she wasn't on the pill, she was too young and afraid to ask for the pill and had just used a condom before with her boyfriend. She spoke up to him, "Frank you need to pull out, I'm not protected, let me suck you off".

Frank did not stop, he ignored her and continued pounding away he was too close to stop now. "Frank! come on I'm serious, please pull out before its too late" Julie said frantically. Frank finally replied to her "Sorry babe but I'm too close, I can't pull out now". Just then before she could object further another orgasm shook her body, the second of the night, that was now too much for Frank the moment he felt her pussy contracting on his cock that pushed him over the edge and he groaned again out loud as he started ejaculate his second load of sperm of the night into my fertile flower.

Julie realized he was cumming in her but was too far lost in her own orgasm to care, her body had betrayed her and she accepted his load of potent sperm. Frank had emptied another huge batch of cum into my flower, even after fucking my wife he still had plenty left to completely fill my flower. When he rolled off her to catch his breath I could see a river of cum flowing out of her and her pussy looked equally as stretched as my wife’s.

I had seen enough, I had just cum in my boxers after watching my young flower being fucked by my older friend. Again shamefully I did nothing to stop it, I just watched as Frank had used both my wife and flower for his own permisteral pleasures. I had now failed as a protector of my wife and flower.

I went back to my bedroom and fell arelax again beside my wife. Sometime again in the early hours of the morning I woke up again and headed to the bathroom. Again just like before I noticed that Frank's clothes were still at base of my flower’s bedroom door. I tip toed over again quietly to see if Frank was still in there, as I got closer I could clearly hear the sound of love making.

I got back into the same position I was in before, they were definitely fucking again only this time my flower Julie was on top bouncing around riding his long fat cock. She had her hands on his hairy chest and was bouncing on him hard, I could clearly see his cock moving in and out of my young flower. What was worse was that she was clearly enjoying fucking this 50 year old man.

I had seen enough and retreated downstairs to the basement, I could no longer bare to be near my wife or flower after what just happened tonight. I felt like a defeated loser for allowing to happen what Frank did to both of them.

In the morning my wife woke up with a hang over an empty bed and a sticky mess between her legs. She realized she had sex but her pussy was gaping open, she felt sore down there and couldn't understand how her pussy was so stretched and worse why her pussy was such a mess.

She got up naked and went directly into the bathroom not even bothering to close the door. She didn't even know Frank was still here. She was so distracted inspecting herself that she didn't even notice a naked Frank walk into the bathroom with her until he was hovering over her.

She got freaked and tried to cover her breasts saying "Jesus!

Frank what the hell is going on? What are you doing here naked?". Frank simply said, "Isn't it obvious? We had a little fun last night after your husband ******". She didn't want to believe it that she had sex with Frank last night but takesen memories from last night started to flood back into her memory. She remembered having sex last night but at the time she wasn't sure if it was a dream or not, all that she could remember was she was being fucked with someone with an enormous dick so she just assumed it was a dream.

Frank told her she was a mess down there and should take a shower with him to clean up. She refused but Frank said that there was nothing to worry about, they had already fucked once and her husband was downstairs ****** still so there was nothing to worry about. Her mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what happened and what was going on that she didn't even notice that Frank had started the shower already and was pulling her in with him.

Here she was now with her husband's older friend naked together in the shower. She had cheated on her husband last night with out even realizing it and was now again allowing herself to be taken advantage of by him. Frank was fondling her breasts and holding her ass close to him. She then noticed his huge dick beginning to poke at her, she definitely wasn't dreaming last night it was this cock that had fucked her hard stretching her and making a mess of her yet she had orgasmed last night. She usually never orgasmed during actual intercourse.

When Frank's cock was hard enough he turned Rob's wife around and bent her over slightly and started poking up at her pussy with his huge cock. It took him a few tries but eventually the tip of his dick hit the right spot and his dick started to slide into her cunt. She gasped as he completed filled her, she had never felt so fully impaled like this before. She realized she was betraying her husband for this large cock but couldn't stop now. She allowed him to fuck her hard from behind in the steamy hot shower.

Around this time my flower Julie had woken up and headed towards the bathroom thinking it was available since the door was open. It wasn't until she had walked in that she realized someone was already in there, rather two people were in there fucking. The shower door wasn't fully closed so she could see inside. At first she thought she had walked in on her man and lady fucking in the shower, they had in the past done this except this time it was different, the man plowing into her lady wasn't her dad but was Frank!

Julie couldn't believe it, she had just fucked Frank several times last night after he had supposively walked into the wrong bedroom and fell arelax beside her. Now here he was fucking her lady, where the hell was her man she thought. She was now too curious and horny to leave she just stared to the opening and watched as her lady was fucked from behind.

Frank and her lady were obviously too involved with each other to even notice her. He as pounding her with long powerful strokes and she was moaning and screaming for more of it. Then finally Frank held hips firm and started to groan loud signaling he was again cumming in Rob's wife. He held himself in her allowing every last squirt of cum to empty into her before withdrawing.

Julie was too horny and decided to do something bold, she was going to get into the shower with them. She pulled off her cum soaked panties and pulled off her t-shirt and stepped into the shower with them. Her lady freaked out at first yelling "Oh my god!" and almost slipping and falling before Frank caught her. Frank was more then happy to see Julie however.

Once her lady calmed down Julie explained she knows she just had sex with him obviously and she announced that she also had sex with Frank last night and that as long as she kept her secret she would also keep her ladys secret. Her lady agreed but she just couldn't understand or believe how things were happening so fast. One minute she is cheating fucking her husband's friend in the shower and the next minute her flower is naked in the shower with them. She watched as her 14 year old flower got down on her knees in the shower and started to jack and suck on Frank's softening cock.

Julie in no time had Frank hard again with her expect cock sucking. Her lady couldn't believe her young girl was sucking this old man’s dick like this, it was bad enough she had cheated on her husband with this man but to know and see that her flower had been intimate with him as well extremely bothered her yet here she was in the shower with them observing this sight before her.

Frank instructed Julie up and picked her up with his arms. He was going to try and fuck her standing up while she held around his neck, he needed balance though and told her lady to hold on to her flower’s ass while holding on to the side. Frank was having a difficult time trying to find the right spot, it wasn't easy considering her was holding her up in the air while trying to keep his balance. He instructed Rob's wife to line up his cock with her flowers pussy.

She couldn't believe what she as being asked, it was bad enough what was happening but here was Frank asking her to purposely help him fuck her flower right in front of her. On the other hand she felt herself surrendering herself to the situation and allowing what he wanted, she grabbed on to his large hard dick and lined it up with her flower's pussy and even helped him nudge that fat cockhead into her, within seconds it sank into her until it reached the hilt.

Julie and Frank now began fucking in this position, her legs around his ass locking and her arms around his neck hanging on to him while they fucked standing up in the shower. Her lady was holding on to her ass and keeping their balance. Her lady could see Frank's large dick splitting her young pussy, she wondered how such a large dick could fit into a young girl like this. It didn't take long this time for Frank, he was tapped out from all the sex he had just had over the last 12 hours and couldn't last too long this time. He started cumming into Julie just as Julie was coming off her own orgasm. Her lady could see the cum oozing out of her flower and dropping to the shower floor.

After they were done they finally actually did clean themselves up and exited the shower. Frank got dressed and said he had to get going but he would come back again maybe during the week and we could all play some pool on their pool table downstairs.

After Frank left both lady and flower looked at each other for a long time without saying a word. They were both now shared a secret and they knew it, both of them had unprotected sex with Frank and both had submitted fairly easily to him. They also both saw a side of each other that neither of them had seen before. On the one hand they were both ashamed at what happened but on the other hand both of them just had some of the best sex of their lives so they were conflicted needless to say.

My wife came to check on me shortly after, I was still arelax on the couch downstairs. She told me to wake up and come upstairs for breakfast. When I came up both my wife and flower were wearing their robes and seemed pleasant enough. They started talking about what they had planned for the day and never made any mention about anything last night.

After that day my friend Frank never said anything about that night to me. He also kept wanting to come over to my house after work, he always used the pool table as an excuse. So quite often Frank would come home with me, sometimes with other friends to play pool at my place but only Frank would get takes enough that he had to stay the night with us.

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How My Life Changed


My wife Mary and I had been married for over eight years and I thought our life was very good. She was an attorney for an important law firm and rapidly rising towards a partnership. She made a lot more money than I did in my job as a fast food worker. That didn't bother me as much as it might have many men. We had a nice house and lived well. Mary is 28, 5'6", 120 pounds and had 38D breasts. She is a beautiful brunette with brown eyes. I am 5'8", 140 pounds and used to taking orders from the people I work for. As my wife gained more power in her career, she began to demand that I do more of the household chores. I naturally took those demands as a threat to my manhood. My lady had handled all of the housework and damn it if that was good enough for her, it should be good enough for Mary! I told her so in no uncertain terms too. She kept her resentment to herself, so I didn't know that she begun planning to change things in our household.

She started talking about having sex with another man, while we were making love. I still didn't realize that she was serious, since during sex I had told her of some of my fantasies too. It seemed to add some spice to the experience. I thought I was a good lover as she always told me our sex was good. I knew that I was not the best hung man around, having a 5" cock, but had no idea that she had never been satisfied by my three minute efforts.

One night she brought up the idea of having a threesome. " Great", I thought, " That's every man's fantasy, to have two women in bed with him." I encouraged her saying, " Sure thing sweetie, do you want to select our new partner, or should I?" She replied, " I'd better do it, I know the kind of permister I would be comfortable with. As you know, I am rather shy." In my naive mind, I was thinking of a small orgy with me as the star of the show. " Go ahead dear, you find the new partner and I will be happy with your choice."



Mary had been working late for a few weeks on a major case, she said, and since her money was the major part of our income I understood that it was necessary. Then it happened! She came home about 11pm on a Friday night and brought someone with her. She introduced me to him by saying, " Carl this is my choice for a threesome partner. This is James." James is a 6'3" 250 pound black man. All I could do is say, " Welcome to our home James." Mary smiled at my obvious surprise and told me, " Fetch James a Drink while I slip into something more comfortable dear." In my stunned state, I asked James what he preferred. He told me to make him a gin and tonic. I told him that unfortunately we didn't have any gin, nor tonic. He looked menacingly at me and then told me, " Next time I come here, you better have some! Get me a beer for now." For some reamister I responded, " Yes Sir, coming right up." I hurried to get him a cold beer from the refrigerator. He took a swig from it and looked me over closely. He seemed to sense that I was afraid of him so he smiled and said, " This should be a fun night boy." I resented his use of the word boy in reference to me, but held my tongue. Mary came back to the living room wearing a short black, lacy nightie and nothing else. I could see that she was already turned on as her erect nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her garment. She looked at James with lust in her eyes, then said , " Let's get this party started men." She took him by the hand and led him to our bedroom, with me following unsurely behind. This was not my idea of a threesome at all, but, I knew that I was powerless to stop it from happening now and followed meekly behind them. Once in the bedroom Mary kissed James deeply. He slipped her nightie over her head leaving her standing there completely naked. He then stripped off his clothes revealing a very solid muscular body. His cock had to be 10" long and quite thick even though not totally erect yet. Mary cooed her admiration of his equipment. He turned to me and said, " You wife told me that you wanted a threesome, this is it. Get naked now boy." After seeing him naked I felt like a boy. I took off my clothes and heard him laugh at my naked body, which didn't help my confidence any. He declared, " You aren't much of a man are you Carl? I couldn't meet look into his eyes, I just looked down at the floor and answered, " No Sir, I'm not." He handed me Mary's nightie and told me, " Put this on Carla, it suits your physique better." I looked at him in shock. I couldn't wear that! He advanced menacingly towards me and said, " Do it now Carla or I will spank your bare ass with my belt!" I was really afraid of him now, so I slipped it over my head and stood there feeling very defeated. " That's a good girl Carla, just do as you're told and we'll get along fine. Now sit there in the chair by the bed and watch a real man make love to a fine woman." I meekly replied, " Yes Sir." and sat down trying to cover my genitals with the nightie.

James laid her down on the bed, and began to make slow loving sex to her. He was a sex machine, he made love to her in many positions for probably two hours, although sitting there watching, it seemed much longer to me. She moaned and screamed with delight like I had never heard coming from her before. By the time he finished up, her hair was soaking wet and she was exhausted. James pulled out of her and looked at me for the first time in quite awhile. He ordered me, " Carla get over here and lick her pussy clean like a good girl." I slowly shook my head no and he got up, grabbed me by my hair and led me to the bed and shoved my face down between her legs. " Bitch, when I tell you to do something, you better do it and quickly." He slapped my bare ass hard and asked, " Do you understand?" I was too humiliated to answer immediately, so he slapped my other ass cheek I got the idea after that and answered, "Yes James, I understand." He hollered, " Listen Carla, if you don't want me to beat you senseless, you will call me Master James, or just Master." I meekly responded by saying, " Yes Master." Mary said, " Oh Jimmy, I love how masterful you are." He was enjoying his power over me and told me, " Get to licking Carla, get it all clean." I put my lips to her sweaty pussy and used my tongue to lap up all of the mighty load he had deposited there. By the time I was finished my face was covered with slime and my mouth tasted bad.



James smiled and said, " Now lick me clean too Carla baby." I looked at him, my eyes pleading for mercy, but he was enjoying his power trip too much for that to affect him. " Do it bitch!", he commanded. Having no choice, I licked the pussy juices off his cock, up and down the length of it. I never imagined myself being even close to another man's cock and here I was licking away like a slut whore. Mary encouraged my efforts by saying, " That's a good girl Carla, get that magnificent cock all clean." That shook me up, it was bad enough that he had me intimidated, but even my wife was calling me Carla. How had I got into this mess? When he was finished, he said, " Good job dearie, now fetch me a beer." Mary added, " Bring me a glass of wine too Carla." I went to the refrigerator and got both the beer and a glass of chilled white wine.

When I handed them their takes, they were talking about me. James was saying, " I think that Carla has real potential as a maid, she certainly isn't much use as a man." To my surprise, Mary agreed, " The paltry amount of money from his crummy job won't be missed, and it would be nice to have a maid to do the housework." Master assured her, " Oh don't worry, I will make sure that she learns to do a good job for you." He looked at me and asked, " You will do a good job for her won't you dear?" What could I say to that? I had been humiliated beyond belief already and was really scared of him. I meekly said, " Yes Master, if it pleases you." Mary clapped showing her joy and told me, " Carla you make me so happy when you are sweet like now." I blushed, standing there in her nightie with my bare bottom handing out. " Now dearie, you go relax in the guest room, we'll call you if we need you again. What the hell was this? I was sure that when he had satisfied himself with her, he'd just go home. Obviously that was not his plan at all. Seeing no other option, I went into the guest bedroom and went to bed still wearing the nightie.

I couldn't relax, thinking about the night's events. Master James was turning me into a sissy maid! How could this be happening to me? I tossed and turned until about 4am when I heard them going at it again. Her moans were evidence of her enjoyment of sex with him. At around sunup I heard Master call, " Carla get your ass in here." I got up and went to their room. Their room, it used to be our room just a few hours ago! " Yes Master James, how can I serve you?" He told me, " It's time for your cleanup duties. Get to it." My spirit had been broken and I just went to Mary's soggy pussy and sucked his second load from her. She stoked my hair lovingly as I did so saying, " That's a good girl Carla, you feel so nice down there." I was glad that she was happy. When she was satisfied, Master motioned me down to his cock. " This time take it into your mouth and suck it clean." I was beyond resistance by now and merely obeyed. Here I was with his cock in my mouth and wearing a short nightie, being called Carla.

" Carla dear, you look so natural sucking on my cock, we'll have to make this a part of your duties." James said. Now that he had exerted his power by having me sucking on his cock, he decided that it was time for breakfast. " Carla, that's enough for now, go put on the coffee and start breakfast, I'll have three eggs over easy, toast and coffee. What will you have Mary dear?" She thought for a second and then said," The same for me, but only one egg." I got up off my knees and padded barefooted to the kitchen. James remarked to Mary as I left, " Carla still walks like a man, I think some high heels would change that nicely." She chuckled at that idea and praised him saying, " Oh Jimmy you are so clever, what a great idea!" He smiled and told her, " I'm just getting started dear, I have many things already planned to make Carla more docile and feminine. Your life is going to be much more pleasant from now on. Unfortunately I can't say the same for Carla's future."

As soon as breakfast was ready, I went to their room and announced, " Breakfast is served Master James." He politely replied, " Very good Carla." They went into the dining room and sat at the table. I served them their food and stood there waiting for more orders. James told me, " that will be all for now Carla, you may fix yourself something to eat now." I could only reply, " Yes Master James." I sat at the kitchen table and had a bowl of cold cereal, but could hear them chatting away like lovers. I didn't like being treated like a servant in my own home, but saw no option but to go along with things for now. Just as I finished my meager meal, Master called for more coffee. I hurried in there with the coffee pot and refilled their cups. James told me to set the pot down and take off the nightie. I did that with relief, maybe this Carla thing was over. He stared at my naked body, then said, " That body hair has to go, that is for men. You can shave it off while Mary and I take a nap. If it's still there when we wake up, I will yank it out myself." I gasped at that threat and replied, " Yes Master, I will do it myself." " Make sure you get it all cleaned off Carla." , he added. My wife was impressed with his control over me and just smiled her approval when I looked to her for a reprieve.

They left the table holding hands and went off to the bedroom. I quickly cleared off the table, and cleaned up the kitchen. I went to the basement shower with a pair of scissors, my razor and a can of shaving cream. I had never done this before, but feared his wrath if I didn't do a good job the first time. I put some foam under my arm and shaved the area smooth, then repeated this with the other armpit. I shaved my legs next. Taking the scissors I clipped my pubic hair very short. Then I sprayed myself with the foam and shaved it smooth as well. Shaving my own balls was difficult and I had to use a mirror to get rid of the hairs by my ass. When I was hairless from the neck down, I took a nice warm shower. I had never been a hairy man, but even so, my body looked strange to me with no hair at all.

After my shower I felt better about wearing the nightie, at least it covered up my boyish looking body somewhat. I went back upstairs to be ready when they finished their nap. I had dozed off for a bit when I heard James calling me. I got up and went into their room. He told me to get naked for inspection. I took off the nightie and stood there naked before them. He ran his hands over my legs, looked at my underarms, then had me turn around and spread my ass cheeks. " You did a good job girl." he praised me. My wife said, " Carla I am so proud of you, the way you follow orders shows how much you love me." I blushed like a schoolgirl then said, " Thanks Mary." Master grabbed my by my balls and shouted, " Listen bitch, she is now Mistress Mary to you. " Got it?" He had lifted me to where I stood on tiptoes to enpower his words. " Yes Master James.", was all I could say. My wife smiled at my quick presentation to his will, then grabbed a tube of red lipstick from her bedside table. She handed it to me and told me, " Put this on dear, it will make you look nicer for your Master and Mistress. I took the cap off, responded, " Yes Mistress Mary." And then applied a heavy coat to both lips. James looked at me and said, " That is a big improvement, from now on whenever I am here, you will wear that shade of lipstick."



He relaxed his grip on my balls so I was able to stand flat on the floor again. Mary reached over, caressed my smooth skin and remarked, " Hmmm, smooth as a baby's butt." Then she handed me a bottle of red nail polish and told me to paint my fingernails and toenails with it. I went to my room and applied a coat to each of my nails. They were serious about making me more feminine, and there was nothing I could do to change that. When my nails were dry, I returned to their room. James stood up and ordered, " Kneel in front of me, it's time you pleasured me. I'm going to make you a cock sucking slut now." I sank to my knees in front of him, his cock scant inches from my face. His strong hands held my head in position as he ordered, " Come on be a good girl, kiss the head for me." I knew I was unable to avoid it, so I took his cock in my hands and kissed the head. I was stuck by the contrast between my white hands with their red painted nails and his black cock " Now take it in your mouth.", he commanded. I took it into my mouth immediately noticing the it's soft texture. " Look up in my eyes while you suck me off." , he now demanded. I tilted my head back so I was looking him in the eyes. " That's right bitch, don't look away, just keep sucking.", he warned me. I slavishly sucked away and felt him grow huge in my mouth. I fetishd and gagged as he began to thrust himself deeper into my throat. Tears came into my eyes, but he held me firmly and continued his thrusts. Mary was elated to see me being ravished orally and said, " That's the way Carla, take it like you used to have me do to you. Take it all!" With my head tilted back, he was trying to fuck my throat. I could barely breath and was sure I would die. Just when I was sure I would die I felt him spasm and shoot his load at the back of my throat. He came a lot of semen and some of it dribred down my chin. Most of it was in my mouth however. " Now swallow it you cocksucker.", he ordered. I did. " Good girl," he patted me on the head. Mary said, " You were wonderful Carla." She handed me a tissue to wipe away my tears.

James ordered, " Fetch me a beer and a glass of wine for Mistress." I had barely recovered, but got up ad got them takes. When I returned, James commented, " You weren't much good as a man, but you do have definite possibilities as Carla." Mary added her voice saying, " James is right, you were a failure as a man, but you will make an excellent submissive sissy." Mary took her hands and pinched my nipples. She turned me to face her a she sat on the bed. " You know that we are right, don't you?" she asked. I stared at her in a surprised stupor. Suddenly I realized that she had planned all this ahead of time. She had used James as a tool, but once she had sex with him, he turned out to be just what she was looking for. He was big, muscular, well hung, and knew how to drive her wild sexually. He was everything I was not. Stay here and be treated like a maid or leave her and walk away were my only choices. Mary tugged on my nipples and asked, " Don't you agree dear?" I nodded my head yes, knowing it was a surrender of my manhood. " Great," she exclaimed, " You'll see, it won't be so bad, you won't have to go to that lousy job anymore. Just learn to keep house and serve James and me and everything will run smooth around here." I answered, " Yes Mistress Mary, I will try hard to make you happy." James patted me lightly on the fanny and said, " That's the spirit Carla." I knew that I had just left my old life behind and faced an uncertain future.

Mary told me, " You play with your nipples dear, I'll see that you have some fun too." My hands caressed my nipples and she began milking my " clit". After all the offense I had suffered recently, the pleasure of her stroking was delicious and it wasn't very long before I was ready to spurt. " Catch your cum in your left hand dear." Mary commanded. Automatically my left hand appeared under the head of my dick just in time to shoot my load into it. Mary asked, " Does that make you feel better Carla?" " Yes Mistress, it sure does." was my response. " Good, now lick it up and swallow it. It will mix with Jimmy's to bring you closer to him." James added, " You might as well get to like the taste as soon as you can." I licked my hand and swallowed my own semen.

" That's a good girl.", James said. He reached into his wallet and handed me a twenty dollar bill saying, " Take a break from cooking tonight, as a reward I'll let you order a pizza, make it with everything on it. Get yourself a glass of wine while you wait for the delivery." As I left the room, Mary called out, " Better put on one of my robes before you answer the door dearie." She was right, I had forgotten that I was naked. It wouldn't do to have the delivery boy see my naked, hairless body.

Once I had called the pizza place, I poured me a glass of wine and took a big swig. It did help to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth. I went and got a robe from the closet, trying to find the least feminine one available. Then I looked down at my fingernails and remembered the red lipstick I was wearing and decided what the hell. I chose a pink soft nightie with a furry white collar. If I was powerd to be Carla, then I might as well do it right. I also choose a pair of matching slippers and slipped them on my feet. I sat in the living room sipping my wine until the doorbell rang, then opened it and handed the boy the twenty saying keep the change. He looked at me strangely and said, " Thank you Madam." I closed the door and took the pizza to the table. I went to the bedroom where they were still talking with each other and announced, " Supper is ready Master." James nodded and they followed me back to the dining room. I refilled Mary's wine glass and brought James another beer. He looked at me and said, " Sit down Carla, you may eat with us tonight." I thanked him and sat down at the table. As we ate, they explained my new duties to me and assured that they would buy me some other things to wear, pretty things. Mary especially was trying to reassure that it would be pleasant for me to serve them. " Just be sweet and cheerful as you do the housework. After all when I had to do those same chores, that's what you expected from me." She said, making it sound entirely reamisterable. I had to admit that she was right about that, that was what I expected from her. If those chores weren't too demeaning for her, how could I say that they were below me? By the time we finished eating, they had me convinced that being a maid was a step up from my minimum wage job.

I cleared off the table while they chatted like the lovers they were. James took her by the hand and told me, " Come on Carla, I'm in the mood for a threesome." I followed them down the hall to the bedroom. Once there, Mary sat naked on the bed with her legs apart. James told me to lick her pussy to get her ready for him. I knelt between her legs and started licking away. She lay back and lifted her legs over my shoulders to give me better access. While I was licking her clit, James reached over my back, grabbed my nipples and squeezed them. He encouraged my efforts saying, " That's the way girl, lick her to orgasm to get her warmed up for a man." He tugged my nipples to keep me working and I found my ' clitty' getting hard. When Mary reached her orgasm, James turned me around and ordered, " Now suck me hard slut." I looked up at him with pleading eyes, but, he assured me, " Don't worry, I won't come in your mouth this time." I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it until it was once again rock hard. The he pushed me aside and got onto the bed. " Now take my cock and guide it into Mary's pussy." he commanded. I took that massive erect cock and steered it into Mary's waiting pussy. Mary took my other hand and held it tight as he rode her to several orgasms. When he finally reached his own climax, he rolled off of her and told me, " It's cleanup time Carla." I knew what was expected of me and licked his semen from her sweaty pussy. It reeked of sweat and his semen, but I dutifully licked and sucked it clean. James remarked, " That is my idea of a threesome." He then added, " Shut off the light and crawl into bed with us, this is a special treat for you Carla." I said, " Thank you Master." and turned off the light. Mary was on her side of the bed, James was in the middle, so I crawled in on the other side.

They kissed and cuddled for a while and then Mary turned over and went to relax. James then ran his hands over my body. He whispered to me, " You feel so smooth Carla, I will make you into a good slut for my pleasure." His hands found their way down to my shaved privates. He fondled my balls and stoked me to an erection. Once he had me hard and anticipating an orgasm, he rolled over and left me panting. Soon he was snoring away and I was left to wonder what I had gotten myself into. It was quite awhile before my erection went down and I also went to relax.

The next thing I knew it was light in the room and James was fondling my wife, who was absolutely cooing with delight. I heard her say, " Oh Jimmy, you sure know how to turn a lady on." I just laid there quietly listening as he brought her to orgasm with his hands. When he noticed that I was awake, he directed me to get up and put on the coffee. " Yes Master James." was my reply. I got out of bed, went to the kitchen naked, put on the coffee and delivered a glass of orange juice to each of them. James reached over her and fondled my breast, paused a bit and then told Mary, " You know, maybe some breast implants would look good on Carla." Mary replied, " Maybe, but let's wait a bit on that to see if she's worth the expenditure." She then added," I can get some estrogen pills that will accomplish the same goal much cheaper." James agreed that it was a wise alternative. He then ordered me, " Get us breakfast Carla, I'm in the mood for pancakes this morning." " Yes Master James.", was my response.

I went to the kitchen, got out a box of pancake mix, then following the directions mixed up a batch of batter. While the griddle heated up, I decided that an apron would protect me from any spatters and put on a lacy one. The coffee was done by then so I delivered each of them a steaming cup of fresh brewed coffee. Mary said, " Oh thank you Carla." as she accepted the proffered cup. I curtsied and went back to my cooking. When breakfast was ready and the table set, I summoned them. They sat naked at the dinning room table, while I ate in the kitchen. I hadn't been invited to join them this morning. They ate and chatted, summoning me occasionally to refill their coffee, while I sat pouting in the kitchen. When they finished their coffee and chat, they got up and went back to the bedroom and I cleared off the table and cleaned up the kitchen. Just as I was finishing up my cleanup tasks, Master James called out, " Carla come in here." I went to their bedroom immediately. James was telling Mary, " I had a great time this weekend darling, but I have to be in Lincoln early in the morning." He continued, " I'd better get home and packed." Mary told him she didn't want to see him go, but he reassured her saying, " I'll be back in two weeks dear, in the meantime you can take Carla shopping for some new things to wear." She nodded then kissed him. He looked at me menacingly and asked, " Carla you will obey your mistress like a good girl won't you?" His manner made it clear that there would be dire consequences if I didn't, so I responded, " Yes Master James." My quick response gratified him enough to bring a smile to his face. He quickly got dressed, gave Mary a hug, patted me on my bare ass and left the house.



As soon as he drove away, I asked my wife, " Is this really what you want? Do you want me to be your maid?" Mary was still beaming with the joy from her delightful weekend and nodded yes. She told me, " You were never much of a man anyway dear, and as Carla you will be of much more value to me. You can quit that low-paying job and keep the house nice." " But dear," I protested, " Do I have to dress and act like a woman to do that?" She barked back at me, " That's Mistress to you Carla. Is that small detail too much to ask you to do for me?" I cast my eyes down and said, " No mistress, that's not too much to ask." She patted me on the shoulder and said, " That's a good girl." She lifted up my apron, gazed at my genitals for a minute, then said," I like your new look dearie, men have body hair, but we girls stay clean shaven, Don't we?" Although she had seen me nude many times over the years, this time I really felt embarrassed having her examine me. I managed to mumble, " No Mistress, we don't have body hair." " Be sure that you keep it that way from now on Carla." , she added. " Yes Mistress." was all I could say. She was delighted by my acceptance of her power over me. She tried to assuage my hurt feelings by assuring me, " It will be fun having another lady in the house, you can still service me orally but my pussy is reserved for Jimmy's magnificent cock." She looked at me lovingly and asked, " You understand the reamister for that don't you?" I nodded my head feeling shame that I wasn't able to please her in bed like James could.

Mary told me, " I'm going to take a shower now, you'd better start planning what you're cooking for supper. There are cookbooks on the shelf in the kitchen, start reading some of those to learn to make more than simple dishes." I responded, "Yes Mistress." and turned to leave. She stopped me saying, " Don't you think a nice curtsy would be a respectful gesture when leaving your Mistress?" I was taken off guard by this question, and automatically responded, " Yes Mistress." She smiled sweetly and ordered, " Let's see you do that now." I gave my best imitation of a ladylike curtsy, but holding the hem of my apron wasn't the same as holding a skirt. "Very nice sissy, let's make that required from now on.", she stated firmly. I repeated the curtsy and left to start learning how to cook.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, she sat by the pool reading, while I read in the kitchen. I fixed and served her a nice supper which she ate alone. After she finished eating, she went back to her reading while I cleaned up. She watched a little television and then went to bed early. As she left for her bedroom, she told me, " You'd better set the alarm so you will have breakfast ready before I leave for work." I assured her that it would be ready and went to my room. I set the alarm clock to go off earlier than usual, so I would have time to make myself presentable before she woke up. Thinking over the things that had happened to me this weekend and wondering about my future kept me awake for quite awhile before I drifted off to relax.

Chapter 2



The alarm clock buzzing aroused me from a fitful dream. I jumped out of bed and went to the basement shower. The shower refreshed me as I soaped up my hairless body and rinsed it off. I checked my nails and decided that they were still painted nicely. I slipped into the nightie, reapplied my lipstick and headed up to the kitchen. By the time that Mary came out of her room, the coffee was ready along with a bowl of cereal and toast. " Good morning Mistress." I greeted her cheerfully. " Good morning Carla." She replied. She ate her breakfast in silence, then got dressed for work. As she did her makeup, she told me, " You'll have to learn to do this for yourself too, we girls have to look pretty. When I get home tonight, we can start your instruction." I had decided to make the best of my situation and replied, " Yes Mistress, that will be nice of you." She looked beautiful all dressed to go to court today. I knew that I could never leave her, better to serve her as a maid than to be without her. She told me, " Today is laundry day, be sure you change the sheets on my bed too." I assured her that I would do a good job and that supper would be ready when she came home. She patted me on the head saying, " That's a good girl, I know you will do your best for me." She grabbed her brief case and walked out the door. I poured myself a cup of coffee, then called my boss and told him that I was quitting and wouldn't be coming in again. He made threats that he would make sure that I didn't get another job in this city, but I just laughed and hung up. I already had another job!

The day went by surprisingly fast. I changed the bed linen, did all the laundry and by the time I had put all the clean clothes away, it was time to start supper. I brushed out my long hair and tried to look my best for when Mary came home. She walked in looking tired and gladly took the glass of white wine I handed her. " Thanks Carla, I had a rough day.", she said. She sipped her wine and tried to unwind. When her glass was empty, she went to her room and got undressed and slipped into her robe. She went to the dining room and sat down at the table where I had set a place for her. As I served her food, she told me, " Bring your food in here sissy, you may eat with me tonight." " Yes Mistress, thank you." was my immediate reply. She told me that the trial was going well, and that it would probably be over in a few days. " Then I can take some time off to get you something else to wear." She looked at me and said, " You're probably getting tired of that nightie by now." I looked down at the short pink garment and nodded. " Just be a little patient for a few more days and I'll buy you some lovely things to wear." she assured me. I knew that she would get me some other things to wear, but still worried about dressing as a woman all the time. We finished our meal making small talk, then I cleared off the table and cleaned up the kitchen and she handed me a pill to take. " Take your vitamin pill sissy, you must keep healthy." she directed me. I suspected that it was not a vitamin, but female hormone pill. Never the less, I swallowed it and washed it down with a glass of water. She went of to her bedroom to get prepared for the next day in court.

Before she went to bed, she took me into the bathroom where she plucked my eyebrows into a nice feminine arch and showed me how to use the eyebrow pencil to darken them. She also had me apply mascara to my eyelashes. " Do you see how this makes your eyes come alive?" she asked. I responded, " Oh yes Mistress, it sure does." She ordered, " Make this a part of your daily routine dearie." She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Her bedroom, it used to be our bedroom. Taking off her robe, she pulled down the covers and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. " Come here sissy, please your mistress.", she commanded. I knelt in front of her and kissed her pussy lips. She lifted her legs to rest them on my shoulders, then pulled my head to her crotch. She had me lick her to several orgasms, before she let me quit. When I stood up, she lightly fondled my balls saying, " These are cute little things. Now I need to get some relax, goodnight." " Goodnight Mistress, relax well." I replied and went to my room.

Chapter 3 The rest of the week went on about the same, she would go to court, I would do the household chores. The trial ended on Thursday afternoon, Mary had won her case. She came home elated. "I won!", she announced as she walked in the door. " That's wonderful Mistress." I said. I was so proud of her. She exclaimed joyfully, " Tomorrow I have the day off, we can finally go shopping."

As much as I was looking forward to having something to wear besides this same old nightie, I had reservations about going shopping for women's clothes. With my eye makeup, lipstick and painted nails, I would look like a freak to everyone who saw me. It was bad enough in the safety of home, but in public, it would be much worse.

Mary allowed me to join her in having a glass of wine. She chatted happily about how she had won her case. She told me, " You know with you taking care of things at home, I was free to concentrate all my energies. You really helped me to be victorious." I beamed with pride at her praise. Maybe I was better at being a maid than I was as a man. After several glasses of wine, I cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. Mary told me. " Come here my sissy girl, I 'm in the mood to play tonight and James isn't here." I stood in front of her and she removed my nightie, then began fondling my nipples. My little cock got hard as she sucked on each of my nipples in turn. She took my cock in her hand and led me to her bedroom. She stripped off her clothes, pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Her tongue invaded my mouth. She asked, " Do you want to fuck sissy?" I eagerly said, " Oh yes Mistress, very much so." She leered at me and said, " Very well, I'm going to show you how two girls can fuck." She went to her closet and came back out wearing a strap-on dildo. It was black and had to be 8" long. " Get down on all fours sissy, I'm going to show you how it feels to get fucked.", she ordered. I got down on all fours, she knelt behind me and I felt her rubbing some kind of lubricant on my asshole and even shoving some inside me with her finger. Then I felt the head of that cock shoving it's way into me. " Oooh, Mistress, it hurts." I protested. " Nonsense, Carla, I am being gentle and you will get used to it soon." she said in a soothing voice. " Remember, you used to request that I let you screw me in the ass, this will show you why I always refused.", she stated flatly. It was true, I had in the past asked her to let me fuck her in the ass. She eased in slowly until it was in to the hilt. I moaned, but she ordered. " Take it all like a good bitch." She began stroking it in and out and reached around to pinch my nipples. Holding them firmly she pulled me back to meet her thrusts. " Come on baby, wiggle that cute ass for me.", she demanded. She was riding me hard now, ramming that dildo deep on each thrust of her hips. When I climaxed, spurting on the carpet she stopped her motion, slapped me on the ass and pulled out. I was weak, exhausted and spent. She announced, " Now you are a woman Carla." She pointed to the semen on the floor and ordered, " Clean that up before it stains the carpet." I got up on wobbly knees and got a Kleenex from the night stand and wiped it up. Mary stood up, unstrapped the dildo and got in bed. " Goodnight sissy, see you in the morning." she said, dismissing me. I curtsied and left for my own room. My ass hurt, my nipples throbbed and I felt totally used. I cried myself to relax.

The next morning I was up, had showered, put on my eye makeup and lipstick and nightie before Mary awoke. She walked into the kitchen wearing her robe and I poured her a cup of coffee. " Good morning Mistress." I greeted her. She patted me on the ass and sat down at the kitchen table. She smiled at me and said, " I had fun last night sissy, the power of being the one doing the fucking is quite stimulating." I thought to myself, yes it sure was nice to be doing the fucking. She continued, " I suppose I should ask if you enjoyed it, but then you never cared if I enjoyed the sex, so it doesn't matter if you did or not." I merely blushed, realizing that she was right about that. I used to roll over and go to relax after my climax, not thinking that she hadn't been satisfied. She ate her breakfast alone, then went to shower and get dressed. She handed me a pair of her white shorts and a pink blouse. " You can wear these and a pair of sandals while we go shopping.", she told me.

When she was ready to go she called to me, " Come here sissy, let's see how you look." I sheepishly went to her. She told me, " Not too bad, but you still look more like a sissy than a woman, but we'll buy you some pretty things today." She went into the garage with me following behind. She got behind the driver's seat and I sat on the passenger side. She drove us downtown and parked in front of a store. She knew where she was heading all along. She led the way into what turned out to be a store that catered to transsexuals and transvestites. The owner came up to her and greeted her, " Hello Mary, glad you came back to see us. Is this the new lady?" Mary answered him, " Yes, this is Carla, see what you can do to make her more like a lady." He looked at me and told Mary, " Certainly, that's our specialty, follow me." He led us to the clothes racks where they had me try on many outfits. The first things were a couple of maid outfits, one with a short black skirt and the other had a short red skirt. They both had white blouses, a lacy white apron and a little lacy white hat. She also selected a black leather miniskirt and a see through blouse as another outfit. A couple of short lacy nighties were also added to our pile. Next we went over to the lingerie section where she selected a corset, several bra's and some silicone breast forms to fill them out nicely. Next I was led to the shoe section where I tried on different styles of high heeled shoes. Mary picked out six pairs all with 4" heels. A pair of wigs was the next purchase, one long blonde one and a short brunette pixie cut. As we headed towards the check out counter, she spied a pair of pink slacks and after checking the size, added them to our stack. Mary handed me one of the bra's and told me to take it to the changing room and put it on with the silicone forms inside. I went to the room and took off my blouse, donned the bra, stuffed the forms inside and put the blouse back on. When I came back to the counter, the owner whistled a wolf whistle at me. Mary smiled, and said," Very sexy Carla, take off those sandals and slip on your new heels. I did as she ordered and walked behind her carrying our purchases to the car.

When we got home she had me carry my new clothes into the house and hang them in my closet. She told me, " Change into the red maid outfit with the matching heels and come back here." I went to my room, now known as the maid's quarters to change. I left the stuffed bra on which filled out the front of my blouse nicely. The short skirt barely covered my ass, and the red stockings slid easily up my shaved legs. When I put the shoes on, I thought I looked good in the full length mirror. At the last moment, I put on the long blonde wig and brushed it out. Putting on the little lacy hat completed the outfit. I walked proudly out to show Mary how I looked. She said, " Oh Carla, you look darling." I blushed and thanked her for her praise.

"Come on dearie, we have to pack up all your old male clothes since you won't be needing them anymore." We spent the next hour putting all my socks, underwear, jeans, shirts and even my suit into plastic garbage bags. All these bags we took to the car. Mary told me, " You'd better start supper, I'll be back in a bit. I watched as she backed the car into the street and drove away with the last traces of my manhood. There was no turning back now, even if I wanted to leave, the only things I had to wear were slutty looking. Where would I go dressed like that? Resigned to my new life, I started cooking supper.



Mary came back before the meal was ready and I served her a glass of wine. She told me. " The Goodwill store was happy to receive your generous donation." I acknowledged her statement and went back to stirring the hot dish I was making. After a few hours in heels, my feet were sore and my calves ached. I had a new respect for what women endure to look sexy. Despite my discomfort I set a place at the dining room table for her and served up her supper. She ate quietly reading the paper. I ate alone in the kitchen and took my vitamin pill. She watched television for a couple of hours and then went to bed alone. I went to my room and read one of my cookbooks before putting on one of my new nighties and going to relax.

Saturday morning I woke at my usual time, showered, painted my nails again, did my eyes and shaved my body again. All of this preparation was quite a change for a guy who used to roll out of bed, slip on jeans and a shirt, gulp a cup of coffee and head off to work. I made a pot of coffee and sat at the kitchen table to wait for Mary to show up. She was relaxing late today, so I decided that it would be best if I were dressed when she got up. I went to my room, put on the maid outfit with the black skirt, stuffed bra, white blouse, starched apron, a pair of thigh high hose and black heels. The brunette wig and lace hat completed the outfit. I went back to finish my coffee.

Mary walked into the kitchen about 10AM. I poured her a cup of coffee and asked, " Did you relax well Mistress?" She nodded, then said," Yes thank you, I sure needed the rest." " I'll just have a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast this morning Carla," se told me, then added, " You look very nice this morning dear." I thanked her, gave a polite curtsy and left to get her breakfast. When I brought her meal, I also delivered the morning paper. She ate her small meal while she read the paper. As I refilled her coffee cup, she slipped her hand under my skirt and fondled my buns. I used to do that to her, now she was treating me as a sexual object. I just smiled sweetly and stood there until she removed her hand. She finished reading the paper, Then stood up and shed her robe. Her nude body was gorgeous, even more so now that it was unavailable to me. She announced, " I'm going for a swim, bring me out a towel." She walked out to the pool and slipped into the water. I brought a towel out to pool side and stood there watching her nude body move through the clear water. She was teasing me, and it was driving me wild inside. She swam for twenty minutes or so and then climbed out of the pool. I hurried over to hand her the towel, but she said, " You may dry me sissy." I wiped her body dry with the towel, enjoying the feel of her body even through the terry cloth material. " Thanks Dear", she casually commented as she walked back into the house. I followed along behind her.

Mary walked into her bedroom and summoned me. When I entered the room she was sitting naked on the bed with her legs spread. Smiling, she pointed at her crotch. I knelt in front of her and she pulled my face to her pussy. She kept me licking until she had 3 orgasms before she pushed me away. " Carla that was fantastic.", she said praising my efforts. " You are much better as my sissy than you ever were as a husband." She continued. She was probably right, I had never made her come like that as Carl. " Go get me a glass of wine dear, I'm in the mood to party now.", she ordered. " Yes Mistress.", I replied, stood up, gave a polite curtsy and went to get the take. She took the glass and sipped on it, then asked, " Would you like to have an orgasm too?" I quickly answered, " Oh Yes please Mistress." She quickly drained her glass, walked into her closet and emerged wearing her strap-on dildo. Noticing my surprise, she said, " Now sissy, you know how I can make you come, just like the last time you had an orgasm. You climax being fucked like the slut you are." I blushed and agreed that was true. " Lift your skirt and lean over the bed." I did what she told me and she handed me her wine glass. " Hold this under your clitty, we don't want you making a mess again.", she demanded. I obeyed her. She lubed up both my ass and the dildo, then slowly shoved her way into me. She fucked me hard and fast, Holding my hips and ramming deep with each thrust. She enjoyed her power trip, but I must have enjoyed my submissive role too, as I quickly came shooting my puny load into the wine glass. She pulled out and had me stand upright. " See, do I know how to make my sissy come?", she asked. Blushing at the title of sissy and the knowledge that indeed she did, I responded, " Yes Mistress, you certainly do." She smile smugly and told me, " It's time to start supper, after you wash your 'pussy' and hands too. But first take your semen from that glass, the sooner you get to like the taste, the better it will be for you.", she added as an afterthought. I emptied the contents of the glass into my mouth and licked the inside of the glass until it was clean. Then I hurried to the bathroom to wash myself and also to brush my teeth to rid myself of the aftertaste.

Twenty minutes later, as I was stirring the stew, Mary walked out wearing only her robe and strap-on. She walked up behind me and told me, " Lean over the counter sissy, time for more fun." She unceremoniously shoved the prelubed dildo up my ass and once more fucked me to an orgasm. This time I shot only a little bit of semen on the floor. She pulled out and told me, " Lick it up sissy, we must keep a clean kitchen." Despite being weak from the assault, I knelt down and complied with her order. She closed her robe and went to the dining room and sat at the table to await her meal. As I served her supper, she commented, " No wonder men like to screw so much, it's a real power trip." I curtsied and went to eat in the kitchen. I thought back over the many times I had taken her without any foreplay or advanced notice, especially when we were first married. Those had been my power trip then, now was payback time. In spite of the feeling of being used, I had to admit, I'd come twice in a short time, something I hadn't done in years. Perhaps I was meant to be the one penetrated after all. After she finished her meal, Mary went to her room to read and then to relax. The kitchen was cleaned up, the dishwasher loaded and then I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. Even after my shower, I still felt dirty. I put on my nightie and crawled into bed with mixed feelings.

Chapter 4

Sunday was a peaceful day, I merely served as her maid, with no sexual duties required. On Monday Mary went back to work and I did the laundry, taking care to starch and iron my blouses and aprons. I hand washed my bra's due to their lacy trim. Tuesday and Wednesday I vacuumed the house and dusted. I found that along with cooking the meals, these duties filled my days. Each night after supper, I took my ' vitamin' pill. How Mary had done all this stuff and worked too was beyond me. I understood why she jumped at James's idea of turning me into a maid. Friday morning Mary was very cheerful, her Jimmy would be here tonight! I was wearing my black skirt, mesh hose, starched blouse and apron along with the blonde wig. Mary complimented me on my appearance before leaving for work. I played a bit on my computer, knowing that I was ready for Master to show up.



About noon, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Master with an overnight bag. " Good day Master James,", I greeted him with a polite curtsy. " Hello Carla, I see that you are properly dressed.", he said and walked into the house. He handed me his bag and told me to take it into his room. His room? Knowing what he wanted I delivered it to the master bedroom, then returned to see him lounging in the family room. " Fetch me a cold beer sissy.", he ordered when I returned. I walked to the refrigerator and got him a can of beer. When I handed it to him, he reached under my skirt and fondled my balls. " Lift up your skirt Carla, I want to inspect my bitch." Holding my skirt in each hand, I raised it to my waist. He gazed at my genitals for a minute or so, then remarked, " Very nice, I see that you have kept it shaved like I told you to." " Yes Master, I have obeyed you." was my weak reply. He stood up and ordered, " Undress your Master." Fearful as I was about his intentions, defying him would be futile. I let my skirt fall back into place and unbuttoned his shirt. Next I knelt to untie his work boots and remove them as well as his socks. I started to rise, but he powerfully commanded, " Stay down there and continue." From my position on my knees, I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. With shaky hands, I slid his them down to find he wore no underwear. I was facing his mighty cock mere inches from my face. He stepped out of the pants and stood naked displaying his manly body to me. " Take off your apron and blouse Carla.", he ordered. I obeyed quickly sensing that he would tolerate no stalling on my part. " Remove the bra too." was his follow up command. I reached back and unhooked my bra and removed it with the falsies still in the cups and laid it aside. " Very good, I am horny and think a blow job from my sissy slut is in order.", he remarked casually. He looked down at me with scorn and asked, " What's the matter sissy? You haven't forgotten what to do so soon have you?" No I certainly hadn't forgotten. I took his big black cock in my hands and kissed the head of it. Then I licked along the sides before taking it into my mouth. My red lipstick left traces on him, but he seemed to just get more turned on by that. He reached down, grabbed my nipples in his fingers and pinched them hard as he thrust himself deep into my throat. I fetishd and gagged, but kept sucking. " Don't worry babe, before I am through with you, you'll be taking my 10" with no trouble at all. You just need lots of practice." He laughed at his own sadistic humor. He was tugging on my nipples to powering me forward to meet his thrusts. He kept me sucking as he fucked my mouth until he shot a massive load in my mouth. " Swallow it you sissy slut.", he ordered. Of course, I obeyed this order. He took a swig from his beer and told me, " Not bad for a new cocksucker. You learn quick and that makes your Master happy." Still kneeling there with tears streaming down my cheeks and my hands holding my sore nipples, I managed to mumble, " Thank you Master." He looked at me without pity and commanded, " Crawl around behind me and lick my ass to thank me for my trouble." I was stunned by this demand and begged him, " Please Master , please don't make me do that." He reached down, removed his belt from his pants and with a menacing glare told me, " My orders are not negotiable. I give the orders, you merely have to obey them."



James grabbed my by my neck and lifted me to my feet. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled me across his lap. He was so strong my struggles were futile. He said, " If you were a man I would have hit you with my fists, but since you are a sissy cocksucker, I'll spank you like a naughty young." His belt struck me so hard across my right ass cheek that I yelped with pain. He then stuck the left cheek a similar blow that made me beg for mercy. " Please Master, no more, I will do whatever you tell me to." He tossed me to the floor saying, " Very well, but remember that this was just a taste of what I will do if you don't obey." Although I couldn't see them, I knew he had left two welts on my poor bottom. He stood up, turned around and commanded, " Ok, now lick my ass." My tongue tentatively licked his ass cheek. " Not like that, use your hands to spread those cheeks and lick between them.", he demanded. My spirit was completely broken by now, so I spread his cheeks and licked and kissed his asshole. He was still sweaty from the drive to get here and it was grossly degrading, but he still held the belt in his hand. He laughed at me as I slavishly licked his asshole. Finally satisfied that he had demeaned me enough, he let me stop. " No need to put that uniform back on Carla, just put on a nightie and relax a bit. Keep the heels on though, they make your legs look nice." Meekly I replied, " Yes Master, thank you sir." Walking away remembering to put a wiggle in my ass, I went to the bathroom, washed my face and reapplied lipstick. I took off my skirt and hung up my blouse. I wondered about the bra, but decided that if he didn't like it, I would go without. After regaining a small amount of composure, I went back out wearing only my black nightie and high heels and no wig.

James was still sitting naked on the couch finishing his beer. He loved to flaunt his manly body to keep me aware of my own puny one. He got up, walked out to the pool and dove in. He swam a dozen laps of the pool and then relaxed in the floating lawn chair for an hour or so. When he was ready, he walked back into the house grabbing the towel I was holding for him. " I'm going for a shower now.", he announced. When he finished his shower and dressed, he came back to the family room. He was wearing a tight pair of slacks and a white T-shirt that showed of his muscles. I could see why Mary was attracted to him. He sat and watched ESPN on the television to pass the time waiting for Mary to get home. I busied myself in the kitchen, getting their meal prepared. Mary had requested that I prepare a fondu supper for them tonight. Cutting the steaks into cubes, preparing the salad and making the dips filled up my time waiting for her to come home from work.

Mary walked in from the garage and greeted James with a big kiss. " Oh Jimmy," she exclaimed, " I have been looking forward to this weekend ever since you left." He hugged her close and replied," Likewise my dear, I have missed you so much." He kissed her again, then added," But, a few more weeks and that job will be done and I won't have to leave town." She hugged him expressing her glee with his announcement. She noticed me standing there holding a glass of wine for each of them and remarked, " Carla that is very thoughtful of you, but what happened to your maid outfit?" I just blushed and handed them their wine. James said, " Carla kept me entertained while I was waiting. I got here a bit early." Feeling grateful that he didn't go into detail about how I had done that, I merely said, " Supper will be served in fifteen minutes or so Mistress." They sat on the couch and chatted about their time apart, while I heated the oil and lit the candles on their table.

The fondu meal had always been one of our favorites for special occasions, and now she was sharing one with him and I was waiting in the kitchen. They cooked cubes of meat, sipped wine and talked for over an hour before they were finished. They were clearly enjoying each other's company and would soon be enjoying each other's bodies. The prolonged meal was part of the foreplay. When they left for the bedroom, I cleared off the table and cleaned up the kitchen feeling very left out. When James called out," Carla, get your sissy ass in here.", it came almost as a relief. I hurried to their bedroom as fast as those high heels would carry me. They were both naked when I entered , and James merely pointed at his cock. His meaning was clear, so I knelt in front of him and began sucking his cock. He quickly became rock hard and pushed me aside to mount Mary. This was to be our routine, I had deduced. I would suck him hard, and lick them clean afterwards. Mary grabbed my left nipple and pulled me to kneel beside the bed while they had sex. The motions of their coupling were transmitted through my nipple, in effect, we were having a threesome. They finally finished their lovemaking, I licked their genitals clean and they dismissed me.



The next morning, I woke up hearing Mary swearing like a sailor. " Damn it! I've looked forward to this for two weeks and now I get my period!" James reassured her, " Don't worry baby, sure it's a disappointment, but we will have many more times for sex." She replied, " But, I wanted this weekend to be so perfect for you." She saw me looking in the door, smiled and said, " I know, you can use Carla this weekend. You made her dress like a woman, now you can use her for your pleasure." James looked at me standing there in a short black nightie and high heels and said, " Carla is a virgin in her ' pussy' isn't she?" Mary giggled and replied, " Not quite." James asked, " Not quite, what do you mean by that?" She told him, " A girl has to have some fun while you're away. I used my dildo on the sissy." James roared with laughter at hearing her confession. When he stopped laughing, he remarked, " That would be something worth seeing, you screwing Carla." Mary told him, " I'd be happy to demonstrate, but I think you'd get more satisfied if you screwed her." He looked at me standing there smiled and said," Well this is an emergency of sorts and the old saying is ' Any port in a storm.' ." He beckoned me to come to him and pointed to his cock. I knew what that meant and knelt before him and took his cock into my mouth. " Hmmm nice," he praised me, then ordered, " Get it nice and hard Carla so I can fuck you." The thought of his mighty cock invading my ass was repulsive to me, but I didn't dare stop sucking. As soon as he was very hard, he pushed me back, moved behind me and ordered, " Stand up, spread your legs and put your elbows on the bed." When I obeyed, Mary moved behind me and put some lube in and around my asshole. She advised me," Just relax dearie, this is what you always wanted me to do for you, now you can do it for me." She was correct in that statement, I had often requested anal sex from her, but she always refused. James didn't wait to see what I wanted, he started shoving himself into my ass. It hurt at first, but he took his time so I could adapt to the invasion. When he was completely in me he withdrew part way and quickly shoved it home again. He was soon fucking me with vigor and holding my nipples to guide my movements. I was rocked back and forth helplessly until he finally reached his climax and shot his load deep inside me. " Bravo Carla." Mary cheered my presentation. He pulled out of me, leaving me exhausted. Mary noticed that I had come while being screwed and she exclaimed, " I see our sissy likes getting fucked by Jimmy too, she had an orgasm." I blushed with shame for having been used like a slut and still showing evidence of being turned on.

James told me, " Back on your knees slut, it's time to lick me clean." Weary though I was, and with his semen leaking from my ass, I knelt in front of him. What I saw was a slimy black cock with small bits of my brown matter on it. " Lick it clean bitch." he demanded. Despite my revulsion, I obeyed him and licked it clean. He told me," Good girl, but at least for the rest of this weekend I suggest that you give yourself an enema and keep your ' pussy' greased up." I merely replied, " Yes Master." Mary helped me to my feet saying, " You did well girl, now go get cleaned up and I will make the coffee this morning." I gave a polite curtsy, then left to clean my inside as well as the outside of my body. Once in the basement bathroom, I filled the enema bag with warm soapy water, hung it from the shower curtain rod, inserted the nozzle in my slimy asshole and released the clip. Kneeling on the floor with the liquid flooding my insides was gross, but, I realized that it would clean me out and make licking him clean after the next **** much easier. When I could no longer hold the liquid inside of me, I sat on the toilet and expelled it. A nice warm shower helped me to feel clean again. I dried myself, put on a clean nightie, freshened my lipstick and stepped into my heels. I was ready to rejoin them.



James heard the click of my heels as I entered the kitchen and called out, " Get yourself a cup of coffee and join us Carla." I poured myself a cup of coffee and then went to sit at the dining room table with them. James told me, " Relax sissy, now you are my bitch, and I treat my bitches well." I noticeably relaxed, so he said, " As long as you serve me cheerfully and quickly, there will be no need for me to inflict pain on you." Mary added, " Jimmie can be so sweet if you keep him satisfied." Sitting there feeling very used, I never the less nodded and smiled cheerfully. I had already decided that degradation was better than pain. Mary continued, " You may be feeling like you have been mistreated, but your orgasm gave your true feelings away. You enjoyed being Jimmie's sex toy. You were meant to be a sissy slut dearie." I timidly replied, " Yes Mistress, but I used to be a man." She laughed and told me, " Yes, but you weren't much good as a man. You didn't make much money, you couldn't satisfy your wife sexually, and didn't even have a manly body." I knew now that she was right, although before James showed up I never realized my shortcomings. " Now look at you dear, you keep the house nice, cook pretty well, and satisfy us sexually as a woman. Wouldn't you rather be a successful woman than a failure as a man?" I nodded my head, conceding to the logic of her argument. James chipped in, " That's a good girl, accept your lot in life and you will be much happier." " Yes Master James." was my response. Then he told me, " Master James is so formal, you may call me sir now that we're lovers." I said, " Yes sir, thank you sir."

They sat and talked with each other while I fixed a nice brunch for us. We ate together and then Mary got up and handed me a grocery list. " Go to the store and pick up the items on this list Carla. You can wear your new pink slacks and blouse. Better wear the padded bra and a wig too. You do want to look nice when you go out in public dearie." It was bad enough to dress like a girl at home, but out in public alone would be much worse. I went to my room and dressed as she suggested, took my purse with the cash she handed me and drove myself to the market. Since I had never been there before, it took me some time to find everything. I felt very out of place and ill at ease dressed as I was. I paid for the groceries, loaded them in the car and drove home feeling much relieved. James helped me carry the bags into the house like a gentleman, but it was up to me to empty them and put the stuff away. Mary was pleased with my performance, but told me, " Now dearie, be sure that you keep a list of things you need for next time you go shopping." I merely answered, " Yes Mistress." By the time the groceries were all put away, it was time to start supper, so I changed back into my nightie and put on an apron. They watched a movie from our DVD collection until supper was ready. When I told them that supper was served, they once again allowed me to eat with them. We had a pleasant meal with nice friendly conversation. Once it was finished, I cleared off the table and cleaned up the kitchen. They watched another movie, so I went to their room and lubricated my ass, just in case James was horny again. I served them a couple of rounds of takes during the movie as they were cuddling together.



They watched the nightly news and Saturday Night Live, before heading off to bed. I was sitting in my room reading when they summoned me. James Called out, " Carla baby, come in here." When I walked into their bedroom, they were laying naked on the sheets. " Take off your nightie and heels and lay here beside me sissy." " Yes sir.", was the only response open to me. I slipped the nightie over my head, dropped it on the floor and stepped out of my heels. Crawling on the bed beside him, I knew what he wanted me for. He quickly pulled my head down to his cock saying, " Suck it bitch, get me good and hard." I was getting good at this by now, and quickly sucked him hard. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back to lay flat on my back. He got to his knees, lifted my legs over his shoulders and powerd his way inside me. " Smile bitch, and keep looking into my eyes.", he ordered. He was quickly fucking me hard and fast. Mary held my hand and urged me to enjoy myself. James told me, " Move your ass bitch, I'm doing all the work here and moan like you love it." I began thrusting up against his thrusts and moaning like a slut to please him. His sneer soon turned into a smile when he shot his load deep inside me. Once more, I had an orgasm while being fucked like a girl and shot my load onto my stomach. Mary scooped up my semen, put it in my mouth and made me lick her hand clean. James withdrew his softening cock from me and put it to my mouth ordering, " Lick it clean sissy." I was now very glad that I'd given myself that enema, as there was no particles of cuckolds brownie on his cock this time. When He was satisfied, He turned off the light and rolled over to go to relax. I lay there for a long time thinking. It had been years since I had come twice in the same day as a man, but today I had done that while in the female role. Perhaps being their maid and sex toy was what I was designed for.

The next morning I was awakened with James shoving his cock into my exposed ass. He humped me for quite a while before he again brought us to simultaneous orgasms. He kissed me on the neck, patted my ass and went to the bathroom. Mary told me, " Time to fix breakfast dearie, I think bacon and eggs this morning." Despite feeling very well used, I got out of bed, donned my nightie, slipped into my heels and went to the kitchen. I put on the coffee, then went to the bathroom to wipe away the goo leaking from my ass. I freshened my lipstick before returning to cook. Three fried eggs over easy for James and one for Mary along with orange juice, toast and jelly made up their breakfast. As soon as the coffee was done, I delivered a cup to each of them. Mary thanked me, James just nodded his head. I told them that breakfast was ready, so they took their cups to the dining room. After I had served them their meal, James pointed towards the kitchen, so I went in there to eat alone. I refilled their coffee a couple of times and cleared off the table.

They walked naked out to the pool to go for a swim, I hurried out with towels for them. They sent me back to bring them cocktails. Clearly they considered me back in my maid role now. Only a couple of hours ago he had screwed me, and now he only had eyes for Mary. They enjoyed themselves swimming and sitting by the pool most of the afternoon. I gave myself an enema, showered, lubricated my ass and touched up my nail polish before starting supper. They walked in wrapped in their towels and holding hands. When they sat at the dining room table, I served their supper. Since they made no offer to join them, I ate in the kitchen. Once they'd finished eating, James decided that he'd better get going. " Carla, come in here.", James ordered. I went to the dining room and saw him stand up, drop his towel, and point to his cock. He smiled and said, " Just a quickie this time my sissy bitch." I knelt before him and sucked his cock until he shot his load into my mouth. He patted me on the cheek and said," Good job girl, you learn fast." He got dressed, picked up his bag, kissed Mary goodbye and left. As soon as he drove away, Mary gave me a big hug and told me how proud she was of me for pleasing her Jimmie this weekend. " It was so nice of you to take my place, but you will only have to do that during my periods.", she told me. " But Mistress," , I pleaded, " Couldn't he have had anal sex with you, instead of using me?" She looked at me sternly and replied, " Don't be silly dearie, you know I don't do anal sex." She walked off to her room, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

Chapter 5



Our life continued in this pattern for two more months, Mary went to work and I kept the house. My hair had grown longer by now and Mary had styled it into nice feminine pixie cut. My breasts had grown noticeably and I now would fill a B cup bra. James would spend every other weekend with us, making love to my wife and dominating me. The weekend his out of town job was finished, he moved in with us and became truly the man of the house. Weekdays they both left for work leaving me to tend to the household chores. Cleaning the house and doing the laundry was routine for me by now, but the grocery shopping still made me feel very uncomfortable. Going out in public dressed as a female was far more difficult than wearing such things at home. They usually came home around 6:oo pm, and I planned supper accordingly. Each night they still had sex, with me sucking James hard before and licking them both clean afterwards. I was used to this routine by now and no longer felt degraded by providing this service. At least I was being included in their sex play. The weekends were filled with more emphasis on sexual activity and often involved me giving James a blow job on demand. He never seemed to run out of sexual energy. Mary smiled and laughed a lot these days making it clear that he satisfied her needs much better than I ever had. Since I loved her so much, I was delighted to see her happy, and had come to realize that being a maid was easier than working at that fast food joint. James still intimidated me, but as long as I was cheerfully obedient, he treated me decent.

A couple of weeks after James moved in he told me one Sunday morning that he had some of his friends coming over to watch football and that I should prepare some munchies for them. He warned me, " Don't you embarrass me in front of my friends Carla." I assured him, " No Sir, I will be very obedient and serve your friends with a smile." Wearing my black skirt maid outfit, I answered the door and escorted each of the arriving guests into the home theater room. There were two couples and five single guys that showed up. The white wife of one guy and the black wife of another went to sit and talk with Mary, the men congregated in front of the big screen television. I served them each a beer, and then passed around a tray with finger food. It was very humiliating to serve these men wearing a maid outfit. One of them fondled my ass as I walked by him and told James, " Nice maid you have Jimmy." I blushed when Jimmy replied, " Yes and she's very obedient too." To emphasize his statement he ordered, " Lift your skirt Carla and show my friends how you keep yourself for me." Turning crimmister, but afraid of incurring his wrath, I lifted my skirt to expose my shaved genitals. " Damn Jimmy one of them said, you sure know how to train a husband." Another guy asked, " Does she service your friends too?" James Laughed and told him, " Not yet, but if I decide to allow it, I'm sure she will." He looked at me and asked," Isn't that right sissy?" All I could do is meekly answer, " Yes Master James." They all had a good laugh at my expense. My offense was complete. Standing there in high heels, holding my skirt up and exposing my small equipment in front of these men made me realize how far I had sunk. The rest of the afternoon I alternated between serving the three ladies and the six men. Even Mary had me expose myself to the other two ladies. The black lady felt my genitals and remarked, " Cute, tiny, but cute." If such a thing had happened to me before James arrived, I would have been embarrassed. Somehow that didn't bother me as much as doing that in front of the men. I suppose I knew that the women had no desire to use me, whereas a couple of the men would have if James had given his approval. Men can be such naturals.



The afternoon seemed to last forever before the games were over and they all sat down to eat the meal I had prepared. Laughter and happy chatter seemed to be the dominant theme as they ate. As I served each course, a couple of the single males felt me up. I merely smiled sweetly and moved on, being very glad that James hadn't given them permission to use me. Even though he had changed my life completely, he was my protector. After they finished their meal, they started leaving and I helped those who had worn jackets put them on. I noticed James in private conversation with the two single guys who had worryed me. Even though they occasionally pointed at me, I ignored them. When they had all left, I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. James summoned me to their bedroom to perform my nightly sexual duties, which were by now, as regular a part of my life as nightly prayers for many people.

Chapter 6

There came a time close to my wife's Birthday when James wanted to take her to Las Vegas for a long weekend. I was left at home alone, feeling neglected. Just as they were leaving, he told me, " Stay dressed sweet Carla, a couple of my friends may be coming by to keep you company. They were very taken with you on the football weekend." " Yes Sir.", I replied. The entire time they were gone, I was in fear of the doorbell ringing. His friends would be using me as their gay whore. Serving James as his bitch was more than I wanted, let alone being used by virtual strangers. Saturday night about 11:00 pm, they showed up. Both of them had been takeing, probably to get their courage up to use me as their woman. I had showered, shaved, given myself an enema, and lubricated my ass with KY jelly, just in case. Nevertheless when the doorbell rang, I opened it with much trepidation. They never even introduced themselves, just shoved me inside and took control. Against two big black men I knew I was powerless and decided to please them and have them leave quickly. It turned out to be an ordeal from hell for me.



The first thing they had me do is to get them a take. They whistled at my wiggle as I walked away. They sipped their takes and one of them told me, " Take off your clothes sissy, I want to see your naked body, leave the shoes on." I shuddered, but stripped of all my clothes except for my heels. The second man asked me, " Do you like cookies girl?" It was the first friendly thing either of them had said to me, so I smiled and said, " Yes Sir, I do." He laughed loudly and told me, " That's good because we are going to make an oreo of you." My puzzlement must have showed, because he quickly added, " Black at both ends and white in the middle." Inwardly I was shocked, but I managed to smile weekly. " Since you're naked, it's only right that we should be naked too." the first one said. They both stood up and took off their clothes. They both had muscular bodies and were well hung too. The first one pointed at his cock and I went over and took it in my mouth. He chuckled and said, " Jimmy was right, this bitch is well trained." As soon as he was hard, he ordered, " Turn around and grab your ankles sissy, it's time to get a dose of this black snake." I bent over and grasped my ankles. As soon as I was in the position, the other man moved in front of me and shoved his cock into my mouth. At almost the same instant, the first man shoved his erect cock up my ass. There I was naked, holding my ankles with a big black cock in either end. The thrusts of the man behind me shoved the cock in my mouth deeper, and the thrusts from the man in front shoved me back onto the cock in my rear. They kept me rocking helplessly back and forth between them until they both came, shooting their semen into my mouth and ass. " What a sissy bitch you are Carla.", the man at my rear said. The front guy told me, " Get us another take honey." When I stood up to get their takes, he noticed tears running down my cheeks and said, " Don't cry slut, we'll play some more in a bit." Feeling weak and very used, I hobred to the bar to make them each another take with their laughter ringing in my ears.

The two men sat takeing and had me alternate between them licking and sucking their cocks while they talked about me as if I weren't there. After they'd drained their glasses, one of them ordered, " Assume the same position as before bitch." I obediently grabbed my ankles as they stood up. Saying, " It's time for a change.", the guy who had used my ass stood in front of me. The man who had fucked my mouth stood behind me. " Hell, this bitch is still leaking your come.", he told his friend. Once more they subjected me to that involuntary ride, being pushed forward and back by their thrusts. This time it lasted longer before they again shot their seed into me from both ends. Despite the offense of being used as their whore, I also had an orgasm during this dual ****. They noticed this and commented about how I must have loved it too. " Jimmy wasn't kidding, this bitch likes getting fucked.", one of them said. The other man agreed with him. They made me get down and lick up the spots of my semen from the carpet. " Cleanliness is next to godliness.", one of them said and they both laughed at his wit. When I got back up, he grabbed me by my nipples and said," You have small titties sissy, maybe I should stretch them for you." Even though it hurt to have him pulling on them, I replied," Yes sir, thank you sir." The other man noticed my erection and said, " Look, she likes that." I was lifted to my tiptoes by my nipples and ordered, " Play with your clit sissy, we want to see you spurt for us." To end the pain, I began stroking myself furiously. ' Come Carla, Come.", they chanted as I pumped my small cock. When the second man shoved his finger up my ass, I came, shooting my load on the floor. He released my nipples and I fell to the floor exhausted, holding my hands to my ***d titties. " Lick up those few drops you managed to spurt slut.", one of them ordered. I obeyed.

" Lead us to your bed Carla,". One of them demanded. I walked to my room with them following me. One of them said, " Shit, look at those pink curtains, this bitch is really into this sissy stuff." They had me lie between them in what was a crowded double bed. During the night, they fondled me and slept. I was too afraid to relax much, but finally dozed off. I was awakened in the morning being pulled to a sitting position by my nipples. " Good morning honey.", they greeted me. One of them ordered, " Go take a shower, douche and fix your hair. You look a mess." I Stepped into my heels and went to take a shower. After the cleansing enema, the hot steamy water felt good. I lubricated my ass in case they were horny this morning, brushed my long hair and applied a fresh coat of lipstick. While I was putting the red lipstick on, one of the men came into the bathroom and said, " Very nice, but something is missing." He spun me around and took the tube of lipstick from my hand. He painted each of my nipples bright red and stepped back to admire his work. " That's much better, now fix us some breakfast." I went to fix them a meal of bacon, scramred eggs , toast and coffee, while they showered.



They both came to the table naked, which I thought was a bad sign. I served them their food and they began eating. The guy who had painted my nipples told me, " Come here oreo and jack me off into your mouth while I eat." I got under the table and started stroking his cock with the head pointed into my open mouth. He quickly got hard and I stroked harder and faster wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. It didn't take long before he spurted his seed into my mouth. I swallowed his semen and started to get out from under the table. The other man said, " My turn sissy, I'll have the same thing as my buddy." I merely turned around and took his cock in my hand to repeat the disgusting chore for him. As degrading as it was to be milking their cocks into my mouth, it was still preferable to playing 'oreo' with them. They finished their breakfast and let me out from under the table to clean up. One of them said, " Well it's been fun, but I'd better get going." Since they had both come in the same car, the other man agreed and they went to get dressed. By the time the kitchen was clean they were ready to leave. They thanked me for the great time they'd had and then one of them said, " I'll have to ask Jimmy if he'd lend you to us again." The other man added, " We could have a few other men over and you could serve us all." My heart sank at the thought of being the center of a gang bang. They noticed my discomfort and laughed at me. They each grabbed one of my breasts and fondled my ass with the other hands. " Don't fret Carla, the way you come while being screwed, you'd be coming dry shots in the first hour.", one said. They were still laughing as they walked out the door. I sat on the floor and cried from the mixture of shame and fear I was experiencing. As I cried, I cupped my breasts in my hands to comfort myself. I thought it felt good to have breasts and to be desirable, but hated the exploitation that accompanied them. Men didn't care a bit about my feelings, just their own satisfaction. I stroked my small cock for a few minutes, but then realized that it didn't get hard anymore. This realization made me start crying all over again. Even if I did leave her, where would I go? Surely no woman would want me and men would just use me. With no money, only female clothes to wear, and looking like a freak, they knew it was safe to leave me alone. Where would I go?

Monday and Tuesday mornings I slept in late, did some housework and wasted time playing on my computer. Tuesday evening James and Mary walked into the house laughing, a display of the great time they'd had. Upon sighting me wearing my red skirt, white blouse, red heels with a starched white apron, James asked, " Did you miss us Carla?" I replied, " Yes sir, it was lonely without you two here." He frowned and asked me, " Didn't my friends show up." I replied, " Yes Sir they did." He asked, " Did they use you for sex?" My pent up emotions came bursting out and I started crying as I answered, " Yes Master, they made me an oreo, black at both ends and white in the middle." James roared with laughter upon hearing this, but Mary took me in her arms to comfort me. She hugged me close to her and consoled me saying, " My poor sissy, don't cry. We're home and you're safe now." She hugged me and talked soothingly to me until I stopped sobbing. Her actions made me realize that she still loved me, although not as before James came into our lives. James told me, " I'm pleased that you entertained my friends Carla, and to show my gratitude you may service me now." I gladly said, " Thank you Master.", and knelt in front of him, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his lovely cock and took it into my mouth. It felt comfortable and familiar to be sucking him rather than strangers. He fondled my breasts as I worshiped his cock. It felt good to be serving such a man, even as his sissy slave. He soon shot his semen deep into my throat and I swallowed every drop. James being satisfied, he said, " Good job girl, you may now jack off for us. You deserve a climax too." I fondled my small cock for a few minutes, but it wouldn't get hard. Mary noticed my frustration and decided to help me to get things going. She sucked on my left breast and shoved one finger up my ass. James joined in by sucking on the other boob. With this stimulation I got enough of an erection to manage to spurt a few drops of come. They both applauded as I licked my come from my left hand. James commented, " It seems the only way Carla can come now is by getting fucked, it's kinda sad." Mary agreed saying," Yes it is, but now she can experience sex as a woman, getting satisfaction by pleasing her man." A tear ran down my cheek as I realized they were right. I no longer functioned as a man in any way. Carl was gone and I was now really Carla.



They directed me to make some popcorn and serve it to them as they watched television before going to bed. When I delivered the popcorn, I also brought Mary a glass of wine and James a gin and tonic. They thanked me and told me that I could turn in for the night. When I undressed, I noticed a bit of 5o'clock shadow in my pubic region and knew it was time to shave again. That could wait until morning I decided and put on my nightie before climbing into bed. The knowledge that I functioned best as a woman removed most of the offense from what I did in serving them. I slept like a baby that night.

Wednesday morning was a routine weekday. I got up and fixed their breakfast and stood by until they left for work. Then I took a shower, shaved my body, put on my makeup, fixed my hair and put the laundry in the washer. I cleaned up the kitchen and vacuumed a couple of rooms, then relaxed a bit by playing on my computer. I switched loads and loaded the dryer before lunch. Changing the bed linens took awhile, but had to be done. I puttered around the house for the rest of the day, putting away the laundry and doing some dusting before starting to prepare supper. I was a contented housewife doing her duties with a smile. My life had been changed forever, but I was content.

L'asservissement de miss camping 01


C'est en me retrouvant sur l'estrade avec les 9 autres concurrentes que j'ai réalisé que je n'aurais jamais dû accepter ce concours de " Miss camping juillet 2006 "... Trop tard ! Mais mon époux avait tant insisté, et moi, amoureuse éperdue, je désirais tant lui faire plaisir !
N'est-il pas naturel d'être amoureuse de mister mari lorsqu'on a seulement 4 mois de mariage ? Si, bien sûr. Et c'est pour cela que j'ai accepté de passer nos premières vacances (notre " voyage de noce ") dans ce camping de la côte d'azur ou il revient chaque année depuis trois ans...
Moi qui n'avais jamais campé, j'aurais préféré une ambiance plus intime et surtout plus de confort... Mais il a argué que nous étions jeunes (23 ans pour lui, 19 pour moi) et que cela constituerait une nouvelle expérience pour moi. Bien sûr, j'ai plongé ! Je l'avais déjà fait quelques mois plus tôt en me fiançant et me mariant en un temps record tout simplement parce que j'étais amoureuse (nous ne nous connaismisters que depuis janvier 2006). Ah l'amour !
Toujours est-il que trois jours seulement après notre arrivé dans ce camping en bord de mer (" tout confort avec accès plage direct, piscine et supérette "), Jean m'a annoncé qu'il m'avait inscrite au concours de beauté du camping ! Moi qui suis timide et introvertie, j'étais tout simplement furieuse. Je n'avais aucune envie de me présenter devant tout le camping en maillot de bain pour être jugée de uniquement sur mes qualités physiques, être évaluée comme une vulguaire « pouliche » ! De quel droit, d'ailleurs, allaient-ils choisir la plus belle ? Selon moi, la beauté est trop subjective pour faire l'objet d'une récompense...
Bref, j'ai tenté de toutes mes powers de m'opposer à ma participation. Mais, encore une fois, j'ai cédé. Et pour cela, qu'a-t-il eu à faire ? Pas grand chose hormis me caresser doucement les cheveux et les fesses en répétant " je veux que tu participes, et en plus, je veux que tu gagnes ". Doucement, oui, mais avec tendresse, persuasion et surtout avec une farouche détermination. Et moi, comme d'habitude, j'ai fondu...
J'étais donc là, le soir même, montant les marches de l'estrade à l'appel de mon nom par l'animateur (le directeur du camping), morte de peur et de trac. Cependant, au moment déterminant, mon stress s'est mué en une assurance dont je ne me croyais pas capable. Je suis venue au centre de la scène, habillée de ma plus jolie robe rouge. Un vêtement ordinaire (je n'avais rien apporté de très habillé au camping !) mais néanmoins suffisante dans ce cadre décontracté. J'ai souris au public qui était vraiment très nombreux (on dit que j'ai un beau sourire et un visage harmonieux : tant mieux, c'est utile dans ce genre d'occasion !). J'ai répondu à quelques questions, mais je n'ai pu m'empêcher de rougir à l'énoncé de mes mensurations (que l'on s'accorde habituellement à donner comme " idéales "). Le speaker en a profité pour dire que j'étais toute intimidée (ce que je m'efforçais justement de cacher). Puis il termina ma présentation par une phrase un peu énigmatique pour moi : " C'est souvent les plus timides qui vont le plus loin, peut-être pourront-nous le vérifier tout à l'heure ".
Je suis allée ensuite rejoindre mes concurrentes en ligne au fond de l'estrade tandis qu'une autre était appelée à mister tour. J'en profitais pour jeter un coup d'œil aux autres : certaines étaient plus jeunes que moi, mais la plupart un peu plus âgées. Elles étaient toutes mignonnes dans leurs genres, mais aucune véritablement très belles. " Ouf, me suis-je dit, j'ai peut-être une chance ! Jean a tellement envie que je gagne, je dois y arriver pour lui faire plaisir ! ". Sur le côté du public, mon mari me faisait justement un signe de la victoire ! Je gonflai alors ma poitrine et me cambrai au maximum pour mettre en avant mes atouts. Bien sûr, je n'oubliais pas de sourire généreusement...
Une fois les dix participantes présentées, chacune dû faire un tour d'estrade à l'appel de mister nom afin de permettre au public de se faire une première opinion (les votes étant effectués à mains levés). Celles qui passaient devant moi adoptaient toutes une attitude très aguicheuse, ce qui me fit penser que la lutte allait sans doute être rude.
Lorsque ce fût à moi, je ne parvins pas à adopter la même attitude. Je me rendis compte rapidement que j'étais en retrait par rapport à mes compétitrices. Jean me fit d'ailleurs un signe en ce sens... Heureusement, nous avions toute un deuxième passage : celui ou nous devons retirer nos robes pour apparaître en maillot de bain deux pièces.
Là, je n'avais plus le droit à l'erreur. Aussi, lorsque ce fut à moi, je mis immédiatement " le paquet " : œillade vers le public, passage suggestif de mes mains sur mon corps... Je fis glisser langoureusement ma robe à mes pieds et l'envoyai dans le public d'un coup de pied, en espérant que Jean pourrait tout de même la récupérer ( !). Je fis ensuite le tour de l'estrade en me cambrant au maximum avec un air un peu mutin qui me sembla être du meilleur effet. Je retournais ensuite satisfaite à ma place. Un coup d'œil à Jean : il était aux anges !
Les autres candidates, débarrassées de leurs principaux vêtements, ne disposaient pas toutes d'un corps aussi équilibré que le mien. Certaines avaient de grosses poitrines, mais aussi, la plupart du temps un gros popotin. D'autres, moins callipyge me semblaient un peu plates au niveau de la poitrine... Cependant, quelques concurrentes (les plus " sérieuses ") avaient elles aussi à la fois une belle silhouette, un corps harmonieux et avaient eu l’intuition de mettre des strings mettant leurs fesses parfaitement en valeur . . . ce que je n’avais pas fait !
On passa ensuite au vote. Il en ressortit le nom de 5 d'entres-nous. Citée en second, j'avais des raimisters d'être contente, mais en fait, j'étais déçue de ne pas être première... Je commençais à m'orienter vers l'escalier, pensant l'épreuve finie.
Mais je m'étais trompée : les cinq encore en lices devaient continuer afin qu'il n'en reste plus que trois, puis qu'ensuite soit choisie la " reine de beauté " du camping.
Jean vint me rejoindre pendant la pause et s'ingénia à me " mettre la pression " pour que je fasse " absolument tout " pour gagner. Il y tenait tellement que je ne le reconnaissais plus : lui si calme d'habitude, pourquoi ce concours le mettait-il dans un tel état ? Je lui promis de tout faire ce qui était en mon pouvoir, mais en même temps, je m'inquiétais des autres épreuves. Il ne voulut rien me dévoiler en arguant que les règles changeaient d'année en année. Mais il ne voulut rien me dire sur les épreuves des années passées...

A nouveau sur l'estrade pour le second round, nous étions appelées vers le devant de la scène par l'animateur une par une. Autres questions anodines, vite expédiées. Puis l'animateur commença, à ma grande stupeur, par réaliser un " tour du propriétaire " de chacune d'entre nous. La première candidate, une grande blonde bouclée assez élégante, se nommait Julie. Il la tutoya rapidement et en joignant le geste à la parole, il décrit mister physique de haut en bas :
" Julie a de belles jambes soyeuses (il lui caresse les jambes), de belles cuisses pleines et puissantes (il lui caresse les cuisses), des fesses bien rebondies (il l'a fait tourner sur elle-même et lui caresse les lobes avec insistance)... ". Enfin, remontant le dos, il lui dégrafa le soutien-gorge et lui fit enlever pour le jeter dans le public. Elle dut ensuite se mettre de face et de profil pour que chacun apprécie les rondeurs juvéniles - elle devait avoir une vingtaine d'années comme moi - de ses obus en forme de pomme dont il caressa aussi les mamelons avec insistance afin que ceux-ci s'érigent, ce qu'ils firent d'ailleurs ! Julie se laissa faire, le sourire aux lèvres, puis Christelle, une jolie brune aux yeux clairs, subit le même sort.
Désespérée, je regardais Jean avec des larmes dans les yeux pour lui demander d'abandonner. Mais celui-ci, inflexible, me fit signe que non seulement je devais continuer, mais aussi gagner !
Je passai en troisième position. L'animateur avait lui-aussi gagné de l'assurance. Manifestement, j'étais à mister goût, car il flatta longuement toutes les parties de mon corps, sous prétexte de mieux les montrer au public. Il souleva même un peu mon slip vers l'arrière afin d'y glisser une main que je sentis à peine, tellement j'avais le trac. Bien entendu, il me dégrafa aussi le soutien gorge et décrit avec flamme mes seins qu'il pétrissait avec empressement.
Lorsque je fus bien ravalée au rang d'un natural de foire dont on fait l'article pour mieux le vendre, je retournai à ma place, touchée dans mon amour-propre et honteuse de moi. Seul Jean me félicita à distance, et je fus rassérénée d'être soutenue par la seule permisterne que j'aimais. Les deux autres candidates eurent droit au même traitement avilissant ...
Un autre vote eu lieu. J'étais cette fois-ci troisième des trois finalistes. Les deux filles écartées par le vote du public descendirent de l'estrade en pleurs, accueillies l'une par mister petit ami, l'autre par ses parents.
Celles qui restaient se regardaient en " chien de faïence ". Nous appréhendions toute, ce qui allait venir. L'animateur prit alors la parole : " Cette année, nous allons donner aux filles elle-même le choix des armes pour recueillir le plus de votes. Voyons jusqu'ou elles mistert prêtes à aller pour gagner ! Pour ceux qui ne le savent pas encore, je rappelle que la lauréate gagne la gratuité totale de mister séjour chez nous pour elle et sa famille pour le mois entier. Que la plus appétissante gagne !
Ce fût l'effet d'une bombe. Simultanément, je devinai bien des choses :
- Jean voulait que je gagne pour faire une économie. En effet, j'ai immédiatement compris après notre mariage que mister pire défaut est l'avarice. J'en veux pour preuve cette " lune de miel " dans un camping...
- Ce concours de reine de beauté tournait en un combat de séduction à la limite ( ?) de l'érotique, sans doute au grand plaisir du public venu en masse ce soir. Effectivement, il y avait bien là plus de 500 permisternes, surtout des hommes, te en tout cas la totalité des locataitres du camping..
- La troisième position me permettait de jouer ma carte en dernier, aux vues de ce qu'avaient fait mes compétitrices ! Il me suffisait d'aller un peu plus " fort " pour gagner !
Mes sentiments étaient donc très mitigés. Cependant j'avais le cœur gros de savoir que Jean me laissait me traîner dans la boue pour gagner quelques milliers de francs... Cependant, toujours amoureuse, je ne voulais pas le décevoir...
La première candidate s'avançait. Elle commença à danser de manière très érotique. Manifestement, elle avait compris que sa première place pouvait se retourner contre elle. Aussi, elle n'hésita pas à pousser le bouchon très loin : avec stupéfaction, je la vis baisser langoureusement mister slip pour découvrir d'abord mister fessier (qu'elle avait très beau). Ensuite, lorsqu'elle se fut débarrassée de tout vêtement, elle se retourna puis ôta l'une après l'autre les mains qui cachaient sa toimister brune et bien découpée. Elle continuait à danser, mains remontées sur la tête, poitrine en avant, alors que la foule l'applaudissait à tout rompre. Mais mister final était encore plus éblouissant : elle termina sa danse les jambes totalement écartées face au public et les seins en avant (soutenus par ses mains), offerte à la foule ! J'étais désespérée.
Ensuite interrogée par l'incontournable animateur, elle en profita pour " remercier le public avec lequel elle venait en quelque sorte de faire l'amour ". Puis, à la question, " Et si vous gagnez, que proposez-vous ? ", elle répondit : " Je propose de ne pas me rhabiller pour la soirée qui va suivre afin que chacun puisse me voir de près lorsque je danserais sur la piste ! ". Elle fût bien entendue acclamée...
J'en restais bouche bée ! Mais, comme si de rien n'était, Jean, de loin, continuait à m'encourager. Il me criait " je te donne carte blanche, tu peux faire mieux " !
Déjà, la seconde candidate s'avançait. C'était la blonde Julie. Elle ne se mit pas à danser. Elle hésitait, ne savais quoi faire... Enfin, elle se décida. Elle prit la parole et dit : " Je ne danse pas très bien, mais par contre, si vous votez pour moi, sachez que je prends l'engagement de rester totalement nue dans le camping et sur la plage à partir de maintenant et pendant la totalité des vacances, jusqu'à fin juillet. Je vous promets de ne rien vous cacher de mon anatomie et de rester souriante et avenante pour chacun. Maintenant, je vous montre tout de suite ce que je vous offre ". Elle joignit le geste à la parole et retira sa culotte avec une certaine maladresse. Chacun put alors voir qu'il s'agissait d'une vraie blonde. Dont les poils, peu touffus, ne cachait pas la fente, longue et ourlée. Quelques sifflements d'admirations vinrent saluer cette mise à nu, suivie d'applaudissements appuyés. L'impétrante rougie violemment, puis comme dans un dernier défit à elle-même lança à l’assemblée : « et pour que l’on puisse encore mieux m’admirer, je m’engage à m’épiler totalement mes parties intimes ! ». Après avoir montré ses fesses, elle retourna à l'arrière scène, rouge pivoine.
Enfin, ce fût à moi. Comment faire mieux ? Mue par mon stress, je ne tergiversai pas longtemps : je choisis tout simplement de reprendre à mon compte la meilleure des deux propositions et de surenchérir. Je fis donc un petit show au terme duquel ma culotte s'envola dans le public. J'exposai donc à la fois ma croupe, mes mamelles et ma chatte au regard et à la concupiscence de chacun, sans toutefois écarter trop les jambes (un zest de pudeur, peut-être !). Je ne me reconnaissais plus moi-même, d'ordinaire si calme et si réservée ! La honte de me montrer nue devant une foule d'inconnu ne me tarauda pas un instant : il fallait que je le fasse, je le faisais !
Puis, j'annonçai à tous que moi aussi, resterais nue en toute occasion jusqu'à la fin du mois en cas de victoire et que je me raserai les parties intimes. Mais, en plus de ce que proposait Julie, « chacun aura le droit de me toucher et de me caresser, à la demande, sans que je ne puisse rien dire, et pourra ainsi vérifier la justesse de mister vote ! »
« Un engagement facile à lancer, mais peut-être difficile à tenir ! » lança le Directeur du camping « car une fois échauffés, certains de vos électeurs pourraient se montrer très entreprenants » !
Le souffle ma manqua. L’instant était décisif. Je jetai à nouveau un regard à Jean, me fit le signe de la victoire.
Je repris mon souffle, souris de toutes mes dents et mains sur les hanches abattis mes dernières cartes : « allons Mr le Directeur, nos amis ici présents mistert tous des gentlemen et ils ont toute ma confiance . . . mais si je venais à manquer mes engagements, même légèrement, je trouverai parfaitement normal de me faire punir à leur convenance . . . et que l’on me retire mon titre et mon prix ! ».
Sur le moment j’étais très fière de moi d’avoir eu le courage de me lancer de la sorte. J’étais à mille lieux d’imaginer à quel point mes « électeurs » n’étaient pas du tout des gentlemen !

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Je me réveille à l'aube avec mon envie matinale habituelle d'uriner. Jean dors encore à mon côté. Délicatement, je descends la fermeture à glissière de notre sac de couchage commun. Je me glisse silencieusement hors du sac. J'en profite pour jeter un regard sur mister beau corps endormis et nu (nous avons fait l'amour hier soir avant de nous endormir dans les bras l'un de l'autre). Son petit sexe rose est recroquevillé sur ses cuisses musclées. J'en suis toute attendrie... Je referme enfin le sac de couchage et me glisse toujours silencieusement hors de la tente. Ouf, il ne s'est pas réveillé ! Aujourd'hui, je veux lui faire une surprise...
Tout d'abord, je me dirige vers les toilettes à côté des douches. Le camping est encore tout endormi. Seul quelques matinaux mistert réveillés et s'activent en silence, soit pour confectionner un petit-déjeuner, soit pour préparer leurs sacs à dos, en vue d'une randonnée. Sur le chemin, plusieurs me sourient et la plupart m'appelle par mon prénom. Il faut dire que je suis célèbre dans tout le camping désormais ! De plus, je suis très visible, car ma tenue détonne beaucoup par rapport à celle des autres : je suis intégralement nue en permanence, le sexe rasé de près, depuis que j'ai gagné le concours de " Miss Camping " du début du mois. Bref, tout le monde connait « Coralie, Miss Camping 2006 » !
La plupart des résidents ont été très gentils avec moi, et m'ont rendus la tâche aisée. Mais quelques uns et surtout quelques unes n'ont pas du tout apprécié soit le concours, soit ma méthode pour gagner... Mais j'ai décidé de ne pas y prêter attention. Après tout, j’étais en congé à plus de 1000 km de mon domicile, et je pensais que ne verrais jamais plus ces gens. Bref, pour moi, c'était une parenthèse originale dans ma vie, qui devait reprendre mister cours normalement après les vacances...Il y allait avoir loin de cette rêverie à la réalité !
Arrivée aux toilettes, je tombe sur un homme que je ne connais pas encore : un nouveau venu au camping. Surpris par ma tenue, il m'en demande les raimisters. Je lui explique alors mon engagement et ses raimisters. Amusé, il profite sur-le-champ de l'aubaine par un petit tapotis sur mon postérieur, puis encouragé par mon sourire et ma docilité, il continue par une longue caresse sur le dos, le ventre et les cuisses. Enfin, il s'empare de mes seins qu'il malaxe sans ménagement. Bien entendu, je m'offre sans réticence à ce traitement désormais habituel, que j'ai maintes fois subie depuis quelques jours. Bref, c'est le train-train !
Je ne suis pas inquiète malgré notre relative solitude et je goûte sans bouder mon plaisir les caresses de plus intimes prodigué par ce bel homme d'une trentaine d'année. Cependant, l'envie d'uriner me taraude toujours. Je lui fais part de ce besoin naturel afin qu'il me laisse entrer dans les toilettes toutes proches. Il me dit alors : « Allons derrière l'arbre, tu pourras uriner pendant que je te caresse ».
D'abord surprise par cette proposition inattendue, je tente de refuser, mais les caresses de cet inconnu m'électrisent et je souhaite qu'elles continuent encore. J'accepte donc. Que de chemin parcouru depuis le concours de Miss Camping, ou je rougissais de honte, la peur au ventre, dès qu’un homme me touchait ! Maintenant, j’ai toujours la peur au ventre, mais je les attends presque les caresses ! Et lorsqu’elles arrivent, c’est avec plaisir que je les accueille.
Me voici donc debout, les jambes écartés et penchée en avant me tenant à une branche basse, en train d'uriner, toute honte bue, devant un illustre inconnu qui me pétrie fesses et poitrine comme du bon pain, tout en faisant passer la pointe de ses doigts sur mon dos et mes hanches... Au début, l'urine a du mal à venir : l'inconfort de la position me bloque. Mais, petit à petit, aidé de mon inconnu, je me laisse aller. Quelques gouttes perlent tout d'abord sur mes lèvres intimes, puis soudain un jet dru arrive. L'homme se place en face de moi pour admirer ma fontaine et me féliciter pour cette " production ". Avec ses doigts, il s'amuse à orienter le jet en tirant gentiment sur mes muqueuses. Puis, tout à coup, il bloque mon urine en appuyant à la base de mon urètre, il me dit " Retiens-toi maintenant". Ce que je parviens à faire. Il me dit alors : " C'est le matin, tu dois faire un peu de gymnastique. Montre-moi comment tu fait le poirier ".
Sous le charme, je m'exécute. Je suis fière de montrer ma souplesse (10 ans de gymnastique, ça laisse des traces !). Je m'appuie sur un arbre et fais monter mes jambes bien serrés tout en maintenant mes hanches avec mes mains. Lorsque je suis en position, mon inconnu se place tout à côté de moi, et enserre chacune de mes chevilles dans ses mains. Il écarte ensuite ses bras, ce qui automatiquement me fait écarter les jambes. Je suis alors bien mal à l'aise, les cuisses ouverte et le sexe offert bien malgré moi. En silence, il observe mon anatomie pendant que je le supplie de me laisser. Mais il a une autre idée : " Maintenant, continue à pisser ". Je proteste que le jeu a maintenant trop duré, et que je suis mariée... mais il ne laisse pas sa prise et répète " Pisse ". Je me concentre alors pour satisfaire mister désir, d'autant que j'ai aussi encore bien envie. Mais l'urine ne veut pas sortir... Il me dit " Concentre-toi, j'attendrais aussi longtemps qu'il faudra ".

Plusieurs minutes s'écoulent alors. J'en profite pour lui dire que j'ai peur de me pisser dessus. Mais cette objection le laisse de marbre. Enfin, je parviens à me laisser aller. Ma fontaine ne s'écoule plus en jet, mais telle une vasque qui déborde. L'urine coule d'abord sur mon sexe, puis coulant sur mon « abricot » rasé de près, elle s'écoule doucement sur mon ventre et mes seins avant de glisser de part et d'autre de mon cou. Je me couvre littéralement d'urine ! Cependant, la sensation qui en découle n'était pas désagréable. Au contraire, je me sens bien, apaisée, ce liquide chaud me ruisselant sur la peau. Lorsque j'ai finit, il pose mes pieds délicatement par terre et me dit : « Je crois qu'il y a des douches là derrière. Vas-y, tu l'as bien mérité ! Merci et bonne journée surtout! ». Puis il s'en va, non sans avoir tapoté et caressé langoureusement une dernière fois mon fessier. Le regard qu’il lui a alors jeté me laissait clairement deviner qu’à notre prochaine rencontre, c’est à d’autres types de besoin qu’il allait me contraindre.
Je ne me le fais pas dire deux fois : je cours aux douches, encore vides à cet heure. Mais l'eau chaude n'est pas encore en marche : c'est une douche froide qui me remet de mes émotions !
Ensuite, trempée car je n'ai pas de serviette, je m'oriente vers la supérette pour prendre des croissants pour le petit déjeuner (c'est la " surprise " que je veux faire à mon homme). C'est le gérant qui m'accueille. Dès la soirée d'élection, il avait marqué une nette préférence pour moi, et continuait à me montrer mister intérêt par des caresses que je ne pouvais bien sûr pas refuser... Encore une fois, il profita de la situation... Me voyant mouillé, il me propose de me sécher (la supérette était vide à cet heure), ce que j'accepte avec plaisir car j'ai froid (il est encore assez tôt). Il prend une serviette et me frictionne pour me réchauffer. Il insiste sur les jambes, le sexe, les fesses, le ventre, les seins... Lorsque je suis sèche, et un peu échauffée par la douce serviette qu'il a utilisée, il me demande de monter à quatre pattes sur le tapis de sa caisse. Puis il prend un plumeau en vente dans le magasin, et entreprend de me caresser méthodiquement avec cet instrument.
Je me cambre au maximum pour recevoir ses douces caresses au creux des reins, sur la poitrine, et de temps en temps entre les cuisses. Au début, je redoute l'arrivé d'autres clients. Mais au bout de cinq minutes de ce traitement, toutes mes inhibitions ont sauté : je ne pense plus qu'au plaisir que je reçois, les yeux fermés et le sexe humide... Mes seins pendent, dur comme de l'acier, les pointes érigées. Les cuisses légèrement écartés, j'attends avec impatience l'arrivé du plumeau dans cette zone particulièrement sensible. Mais le gérant sait y faire : il titille ma peau en maints endroits et passe de manière fugace entre mes jambes écartées. Ainsi, je demeure folle de désir inassouvie, offerte sur le comptoir...
Lorsque je rouvre mes yeux, plusieurs clients mistert là et m'observent. Honteuse, je bredouille en commençant à descendre du meuble. Mais la main ferme du gérant m'y maintient. Il s'écrie : " Maintenant qu’elle est bien chaude, qui veut la caresser ? ".
Plusieurs mains viennent alors remplacer le plumeau. Un petit homme ventripotent glisse mister bras sur ma chatte et récupère un peu de mon liquide intime qu’il porte à sa bouche. Honteuse, je dois endurer des remarques du type " C'est vraiment une pute, elle aime ça ! " pendant que d'autres glissent leurs mains sur ma poitrine (douloureuse, tellement elle est tendue).
Les caresses se font de plus en plus insistantes et intimes : des doigts pénètrent ma chatte, titillent mon clitoris, puis un index s’introduit vulgarement dans mon anus ! C’est la première fois qu’on me pénètre par ce côté. La douleur est forte, mais comme les caresses sur ma vulve se font de plus en plus insistantes, le plaisir arrive. Par réflexe, j’abaisse mon bassin, me cambre au maximum en écartant les cuisses, poitrine offerte. J’allaite comme une femelle en chaleur ! Alors que le doigt va et vient dans mon cul, qu’une main me tripote la moule, que deux mains me malaxent les seins, une autre main s’abat sur mes fesses avec violence.
« Jouit salope ! Jute à fonds ! » cri le nouvel intervenant. Un vertige me saisit. Je jouis sans retenue et m’affale sur la table. Je crois entendre « sacrée traînée, dans une semaine on va pouvoir en faire ce que l’on veut . . . y compris l’emmener à poil au marché ! ».
Je reprends peu à peu mes esprits. Je suis seule avec le gérant. Enfin, j'ai le droit de redescendre. Je m'empare alors des croissants que j'étais venu chercher et part sans demander mon reste...
En chemin vers la tente, trois autres campeurs me caressent copieusement et le dernier me pince les tétons tellement fort tout en me tirant sur les seins que je pousse un petit cri de douleur.
Décidément, mes électeurs n’étaient pas des gentlemen’s.
Les larmes aux yeux, je regagne la tente.

Je prends alors l'initiative et dit : " Maintenant que vous avez caressé une femme, montrez moi ce que vous savez faire sur vos propres queues ". Tout excités, ils ne se le font pas dire deux fois : chacun entoure sa hampe de sa main, et un ballet d'aller retour se met en marche. Le plus âgé (que je trouve aussi le plus mignon : brun avec des yeux verts, musclé mais sans plus...) me dit cependant : " puis-je m'enfoncer en toi une fois uniquement pour voir ce que cela fait, et je continuerais à me masturber après ? ". Je refuse, bien sûr. Mais l'idée fait mister chemin dans sa tête. Comprenant encore une fois le danger, je tente de me dégager en refermant mes cuisses, qui involontairement se mistert ouvertes à la vue de leurs tiges en érections. Mais mon beau brun s'est subrepticement placé à genou entre mes jambes et je ne peux pas me reculer car un autre est placé à genou aussi entre ma tête et mes épaules. Réalisant la situation, je bredouille des mots inintelligibles. Il en profite pour s'allonger sur moi, présentant mister bâton de joie au garde à vous à l'entrée de ma grotte. La situation est presque désespérée (ou espérée ?) mais heureusement pour moi, mister inexpérience lui joue un tour : se présentant trop bas, il ne trouve pas mon trou. Et mister excitation étant au comble, il ne peut se retenir plus longtemps : il éjacule sur ma moule glabre, et se relevant, un second jet atterri sur mon ventre, suivi d'un troisième sur mon visage et dans mes cheveux. La déception se peint sur mister visage, que je trouve très beau. Je le console aussitôt : " Ce n'est pas grave, tu sais. Tu ne m'a pas pénétrée, mais tu m'as éjaculé dessus, et de quelle manière ! Je n'avais jamais vu autant de sperme à la fois. Toutes mes félicitations ! " A ses mots, mister visage s'éclaire. Il me remercie de ma gentillesse. Pendant ce temps, ses deux compères continuent leurs va et vient.
Alors que je pensai qu’ils allaient m’éjaculer dessus, un des deux compères fût plus vif que le premier : il me saisi derrière la nuque et me présente mister braquemard devant la bouche. « Suce ma jolie, j’en ai trop envie ! ». L’heure passée à ma faire tripoter par les trois garçons, l’attaque ratée du premier d’entre eux, l’odeur musquée de la pine de celui-ci ont fini par me faire tourner la tête. Sans réfléchir, je prends la verge en bouche et je me mets à pomper avec énergie. Ma première pipe ! Mais je lèche et suce avec application, tout en malaxant les couilles du puceau.
Tout à mon ouvrage, je ne suis pas consciente que le troisième larron passe derrière mon dos. Complètement partie, je ne réagis toujours pas lorsqu’il saisit mes fesses à pleine mains et se met à les pétrir comme du bon pain. Au contraire, je me cambre d’instinct en écartant les cuisses pour mieux m’offrir. Le saligaud devait avoir vue non seulement sur mon cul, mon anus, mais aussi ma moule !
Le garçon que je pompe comme une damnée ne peut résister longtemps à ce traitement de choc et finit par me gicler en pleine bouche. J’avale tout le liquide sans dégout, contrairement à mes craintes, bien au contraire !
C’est ce moment précis que choisit le troisième larron pour placer mister gland sur ma pastille et me l’enfoncer d’un coup sec dans l’anus !
N’ayant rien vue arriver, la surprise est totale ! La douleur fulgurante ! Tout mon corps se crispe. Je pousse un feulement de bête à l’agonie. J’essaye de me dégager, mais les deux complices du garçon me powernt à rester à quatre pattes en me maintenant par les épaules.
Le troisième puceau, qui ne l’est plus, commence mister va et vient de suite en me calottant les fesses à toute volée. « Ah salope, tu la sens passer ! », hurle t-il. Et effectivement, je la sentais passer ! Heureusement qu’il avait la pine la plus longue et la plus fine du groupe ! Mais après la douleur, vint . . . le plaisir ! Et après les hurlements de douleur, succédèrent les cris de jouissances. Cela n’échappa pas aux deux garçons qui me maintenaient au sol. Ils relâchèrent leur emprise afin de se mettre à me tripoter les nichons tout en aidant leur ami à me calotter les fesses. Excité comme un bouc, mon violeur ne tint cependant pas la distance et se vida derechef dans mes intestins. Heureusement d’ailleurs, car cela aurait donné aux deux autres le temps de recharger, et qui sait ce qui serait arrivé ?
Ils m'aident à me relever et se rhabillent tout en me remerciant, un peu honteux, et s'éloignent. Ils veulent bien sûr renouveler l'opération plus tard, ce qui me fait un peu envie, mais m'effraye tout de même un peu car comment leurs refuser l'entrée de mon sexe maintenant ?
Mais l'urgent est pour moi de me laver : comment faire pour aller jusqu'aux douches discrètement, ou comment me débarrasser de ce sperme qui me recouvre et me remplit sans attirer l'attention ? Je décide de faire le tour du camping par la lisière du bois pour arriver aux douches par l'arrière. Ce que je fais, soulagée de n'avoir rencontré permisterne... jusqu'aux douches ! En effet, il est maintenant 10 h du matin, et les douches fonctionnent à plein régime... J'attends donc patiemment que le lieu soit plus calme.
A un moment, je m'aperçois qu'une cabine est libre. Je prends donc mon courage à deux mains et sort du couvert pour me précipiter vers elle. Mais au moment de fermer le loquet, je comprends pourquoi elle n'intéresse permisterne : elle ne ferme plus de l'intérieur ! Je devrais ressortir, mais les autres cabines mistert toutes prises et après tout, tout le camping m'a déjà vu nue : me cacher ne rime donc à rien. Je me coule donc tout de même sous une douche bienfaisante. Un savon, oublié là, me sert pour me nettoyer soigneusement. Alors que je me frotte énergiquement, la porte s'ouvre brusquement : l'homme " à tout faire " du camping vient avec sa trousse à outil effectuer la réparation ! Tout d'abord, par habitude, il s'excuse et esquisse un mouvement vers la sortie. Mais m'ayant reconnue, il se retourne et me dit bonjour. Puis il ajoute " Je viens réparer le loquet. Comme de toute façon, vous êtes comme ça tout le temps, je ne pense pas que cela vous gêne si je fais le travail pendant votre douche ? ". Puis, sans attendre la réponse, il commence à sortir ses outils et à dévisser la serrure...
Ne pouvant faire autrement, j'en prends donc mon parti. Mais pendant qu'il s'affaire, il bloque la sortie... Je restais donc sous la douche. Heureusement pour moi, il a rapidement terminé. Il me montre la réparation en faisant fonctionner la serrure après avoir rangé ses outils. De mon côté, j'ai arrêté l'eau et j'attends qu'il me laisse passer. Mais il ne se décide pas à sortir : il ferme le loquet et me fait face en me disant : " Après l'effort, le réconfort ! Approche-toi, ma belle ! ". Encore une fois, les caresses reprennent ! Il ne me reste plus qu'à me laisser faire, ce que je fais non sans répugnance car l'homme n'est absolument pas à mon goût : la soixantaine, un peu sale, avec des dents noires et une haleine horrible !
Tout d'abord, il m'empoigne la poitrine et martyrise mes seins en me disant " tu aime ça, hein ? ". Je préfère ne pas répondre. Cependant, je lâche plusieurs fois des petits cris de douleurs, qui manifestement le réjouissent. Puis il met sa main sur mon sexe et me malaxe à nouveau. Lorsqu'il a repéré mes grande lèvres, il les pince jusqu'à que je crie, puis relâche et recommence une bonne dizaine de fois, cependant que de mister autre main, il balade mister index autour de ma rondelle. Je ne sais pas quoi faire : d'un côté, il est de mon devoir de remplir mes engagements, mais d'un autre côté, jamais je n'ai subi pareil outrage et j'aurais donné une grosse somme pour qu'il s'arrête. Je tente tout de même de la calmer par quelques paroles " Doucement, vous n'êtes pas obligé de me faire mal ! " Dit dans un sourire, cette phrase fait un peu d'effet, puisqu'il relâche mister pincement. Mais ces " caresses " se font de plus en plus précises : l'index de sa main gauche commence à tester l'élasticité de mon anus cependant que les pincements de mes lèvres deviennent moins longues, mais plus régulières. Résultat : des picotements de début de plaisir commencent à monter malgré la répugnance que l'homme m'inspire. Bien sûr, il s'en rend compte, et commence avec ses mains à donner à mon bassin un mouvement de va et vient lent et suggestif au rythme de ses singulières caresses. Au bout d'une dizaine de minutes de ce traitement, mon sexe n'est plus douloureux et coule doucement de mon liquide intime. De mes yeux mi-clos, je vois le va et vient de ma poitrine vers celle de l'homme. A chaque fois, mes tétons frappent le tissu de sa chemise et s'érigent encore davantage. Les jambes écartées pour goûter encore plus aux caresses, je m'offre sans retenue.
Soudain, mister index gauche power mon anneau. Après le travail préparatoire réalisé depuis plusieurs minutes et la toute récente pénétration, l'introduction est aisée, et mister doigt me pénètre les fesses jusqu'à la garde en une seule poussée. Un sanglot de joie me fait tressaillir. Côté pile, les choses évoluent aussi : mister index de la main droite est également à la porte de ma vulve...et finit par y entrer gaillardement. Le vicelard me pistonne alors avec les deux doigts. Révulsée de honte et de rage, je ne peux cependant pas résister au plaisir et je me cambre pour mieux m’offrir. Mon anus palpite. J’ai trop envie de me faire reprendre par cet orifice ! Dans un état second, je ne peux me retenir de lancer : « mettez-moi la pine dans le cul ! ».
Le vieux pervers ne se fait pas prier. En un tour de main sa verge se retrouve à l’air, gland posé sur mon trou de balle et il se met à me l’enfoncer dans les intestins. J’en ai le souffle coupé. J’ai l’impression que mon cul va se déchirer en deux. La verge du vieux était visiblement bien plus noueuse que celle du petit jeune. Mais elle entre n définitive jusqu’à la arde ! J’en ai le souffle coupé et ne peux même pas crier. Il se met alors à me ramoner avec power, claquant ses cuisses contre les miennes tout en me calottant les fesses. Décidément, cela doit être un réflexe Pavlovien chez les hommes de calotter les fesses de la fille qu’il encule ! Subliminalement encore consciente que je suis dans les toilettes du camping, je me retiens de crier. Le vieux pervers finit enfin par me remplir les intestins de mister foutre. Heureusement, car mon corps tremble de partout. Une minute de plus et je tournai de l’œil.
Restant à quatre pattes, je reprends mon souffle peu à peu. Et c’est alors que j’émerge que je me rends compte qu’une foule d’estivants, hommes et femmes, s’est agglutiné autour du cabinet et me reluquait sans vergogne. Il faut dire que le spectacle que j’offrais était positivement obscène : mamelles pendantes, vulve béante et dégoulinante, cul dégorgeant de foutre.
Encore flageolante, je me relève. J’entends les commentaires grossiers : « la pute . . . c’est une chienne en chaleur . . . elle aime ça . . . elle en veut encore . . . il n’y a que les pingouins qui ne lui mistert pas passé dessus . . . ».
J’éclate en sanglots et me mets à courir à en perdre haleine. Je fuis donc sous les quolibets.
Arrivé à la tente, je constate que Jean n'y est plus. Cela me permet de sauver la face. Il m'a laissé un mot : " je suis à la plage ". Il ne me reste plus qu’à me nettoyer, me refaire une beauté et à le rejoindre...

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Après les mésaventures que je venais de vivre, il n’était pas questions de repartir aux douches pour me refaire une toilette ! J’avais trop peur de me faire tringler en cours de chemin. Je me suis donc lavé comme j’ai pu avec de l’eau en bouteille et du Sopalain, je me suis coiffée et maquillée, puis je suis partie à la recherche de Jean.

Pour rejoindre la plage, j’ai du traverser le camping de long en large, toujours totalement nue. Mais cette fois, je m’en suis tirée à peu de frais, avec quelques mains baladeuses sur mes fesses, mes seins et ma vulve. Elément nouveau, j’ai alors remarqué certains regards appréciateurs de jeunes femmes, mais sur le moment je n’y ai alors pas plus prêté attention que cela.

Arrivée à la plage, je longeai celle-ci afin de retrouver mon Jean. Le soleil étant de plomb, beaucoup de femmes avaient la poitrine à l’air et ne portaient qu’un string minimaliste. Vous pourriez penser que ma nudité se fondait plus dans le décor. Il n’en était rien : étrangement, ma chatte dénudée attirait tous les regards !
Au bout de 2 minutes de marche, j’aperçue au loin une de mes concurrentes du concours : Julie. Il faut dire que celle-ci ne passait pas inaperçue : une vingtaine d'années, grande, blonde aux cheveux bouclée, belles jambes soyeuses, belles cuisses pleines et puissantes, fesses rebondies bien mises en valeur par un string dont la ficelle lui rentrait complètement dans la raie du cul, deux obus à l’air libre en forme de pomme. J’étais bien consciente que je n’avais pu battre une telle beauté au concours qu’en mettant mes charmes à disposition de mes électeurs ! Ma concurrente malheureuse était en grande discussion avec une jeune femme élancée, brune à la peau mate, et aux longs cheveux, qui avait elle aussi la poitrine à l’air.
Un peu gênée de croiser le chemin de Julie, je continuai cependant d’avancer à la recherche de Jean. Julie finit par m’apercevoir, mais continua sa discussion. Au fur et à mesure que j’avançais, la gêne que je ressentais se fit de plus en plus pressante. La brune, que je ne voyais que de dos, me rappelais quelqu’un. Son allure générale, sa façon de bouger, me mettais en alerte.
Je m’apprêtais à tourner à 90 degrés afin de ne pas passer à côté des 2 jeunes femmes, lorsque l’inconnue se retourna brusquement. J’en restais pétrifié sur place : il s’agissait de Laetitia, ma chef de rayon !
« Coralie . . . la chatte à l’air en public . . . qu’elle surprise ! », s’exclama t-elle d’une voix suave. « Mais je suis distraite : c’est vrai que tu as promis ton cul à tout le monde pour te faire élire Miss Camping ! »
« Non . . .C’est pas . . . », bredouillais-je.
« Vu ce que j’ai vu et entendu pendant le concours . . . c’est tout comme ! Mais si tu as un doute, nous pourrons revoir ce moment inoubliable sur mon camescope : j’ai tout filmé ! En gros plan ! . . . Un coup de chance ! », répliqua t-elle le sourier aux lèvres.
Mon cœur rata un battement. Je crus que j’allai m’évanouir. La salope ! La connaissant, elle allait se faire un plaisir de faire circuler ça sous le manteau au magasin ! J’allai devenir la risée de tous et toutes. Peut-être me faire renvoyer ! Elle qui prenait un malin plaisir à humilier mister permisternel, elle n’allait pas me rater !
« Et j’ai bien noté qu’il n’y avait pas de restriction dans tes engagements ma jolie ! », ajouta Julie en ma saisissant un sein à pleine main, « je vais donc profiter de l’occasion qui m’est donné de vérifier si c’était bien juste que tu l’emportes sur moi ! »
« Oh non, pas en public ! », couinais-je. Consciente des engagements que j’avais prise, il ne me venait pas à l’idée de me dérober, mais je ne voulais absolument pas me faire tripoter par une femme en public. Je me doutais bien qu’une telle nouvelle ferai le tour du camping et que le lendemain ce serait l’hallali !
« Et pourquoi, je ne te plauterai pas en public, ma salope ? Pour préserver ta pudeur ? Mais ça fait longtemps que tu n’en a plus aucune !’, lança Julie sur un ton venimeux.
« Allons Julie, il faut être compréhensif », dit Laetitia en me mettant la main droite sur les fesses. « Je suis d’accord que Coralie n’a plus de pudeur depuis longtemps . . . mais avec les hommes ! Se faire mater, plauter et tringler par un mâle, soit. Devant un public féminin, soit. Mais se faire mater, plauter, voire tringler par une femme, c’est nouveau ! . . . Il y a des dunes à quelques mètres. . . Autant aller derrière ou tu pourras profiter de Coralie en toute discrétion pour elle . . . et comme bon te semblera. »
Julie semblait hésiter. J’ai voulu powerr sa décision.
« D’autant qu’il n’y a pas de problème sur le principe, je tiendrai mes engagements. Mon corps est à votre entière disposition ».
Cela ma faisait drôle de vouvoyer une fille de mon âge. Mais, intuitivement, je savais que c’était la bonne attitude à prendre. Julie voulait prendre une revanche. Il fallait lui en donner pour mister argent. De toute façon, je ne pouvais pas y couper
« Tu es vraiment une garce ! », me lança Julie, en me saisissant par le bras et en me tirant vers les dunes de sables. Arrivées derrière celles-ci, je vis que Laetitia fermait la marche. Elle jeta un gros sac au sol.
« Tu as oublié tes petites affaires Julie. »
« Merci », répondit celle-ci avec un sourire carnassier.
D’un geste vulgar, Julie me jeta alors au sol. « A quatre pattes pouffiasse ! Je vais t’apprendre à voler les concours à celles qui valent mieux que toi ! . . . Cambre-toi mieux que ça et écarte les cuisses que l’on puisse admirer ta chatte de pute ! »
Mécaniquement, comme dans un état second, j’obéissais. J’entendis alors la fermeture éclair d’un sac s’ouvrir. La chair de poule couvrit mon corps.
C’est alors que le premier coup de baguette s’abattit sur mes fesses. Une baguette de coudrier. La baguette me mordit ma peau en pénétrant dans les chairs de mes fesses. Je retins mon hurlement de douleur et de détresse.
« Beugle si tu veux chienne ! », commenta Julie. « Que du monde vienne voir le spectacle et ai ainsi l’idée d’en faire autant plutôt que bêtement te fourrer le con avec leur bites ! »
Les autres coups suivirent. Jusqu’à cinq. De plus en plus douloureux.